Thank you very much, I am glad you enjoyed reading them. You have very much sparked my interest now and I would love to read "The Maze" if you would be willing to share it? I will indeed post some more... hmm in fact I will go and grab one now to add...
**Emotional Gardens**
In every soul there is a place in which emotions grow there to be tended by those in whom the emotions flow. As with the flowers of the world nourishing is needed, and to the tender of the garden each feeling is heeded.
The blossom of fear, its deep purple color tinting the shade, grows in shadows where tricks of light are often played. When ignored by the tender the blossom of fear expands, one day springing forth unbidden by the tender s hands.
But the flower of fear when cared for and kept in its place, fills the shadows with excitement, wonder, and even grace.
The blossoms of joy, vivid whites and yellow abound, in every niche` of every garden are they easily found. For they spread, mingle, and flourish, with wild array, even through the thickest of other flowers in their way.
Yes the flower of joy, within every garden will find a place, flourishing in both the shadow and light with elegant grace.
The blossoms of wonder also spread in the garden of mind, each bloom completely different, individual, one of a kind. Their petals un-spread, in tight buds they remain concealed, but when picked from the vine they open, beauty's revealed.
The flower of wonder, sometimes hidden within its place, shares with us only after we seek it, the glory of it's grace.
The golden blossom of sorrow also in each garden takes hold, in unknown numbers, sizes, and places do their colors unfold. But the bloom is meant to be returned to the garden's ground, feeding the roots of the garden is when it's beauty is found.
The petals of sorrow often seem to be in the wrong place, but more times then not that's where we need their grace.
Each garden that grows in world or mind faces the seasons, times when things alter and change with or without any reasons. Sometimes the changes come early and other times their late, each should be guarded though for jealousy, envy, and hate.
In times of change is when weeds often tend to find their place, and though they can destroy they too can have a certain grace. Within each of us a hidden garden is tended and always grows, every day of our lives we tend it and through us its beauty flows.
Everyone we meet in some small part serves what the garden needed, but we should always be aware of what part of the need we heeded.
The blossom of love is never alone, you see on each plant it is found, it grows on the vines, the stalks, and the trunks and even in the ground. For without the gardens rich soil and many plants, we tend from above, we would never truly know or even comprehend the depth of true love.
The blossoms of love, deep red and full shaped have no single place, their beauty is everywhere and is what gives the others their grace. So it is to you to tend your garden daily for the flowers that it grows care for it well and through you the beauty, and the love, of it flows. Again thank you for the kind words, take care, me
Within the ranks of the living are those who are not yet dead but walk amongst mankind much like spirits, easily overlooked, and often forgotten when seen, they are... The Shadow Walkers
Beside you in the sun have I walked Together we have often just talked. Though a step behind is where I stand Know always I am there to lend a hand.
It is not a place you have forced me No, it is the place I have chosen to be I am not a seeker of attention or fame I enjoy being a shadow in your flame.
For seeing you shining so very bright Is better for me then any spotlight Your dreams will I try to fill for you Doing all I can to make each come true
I am not known by people very well To many my life seems like a hell Some do not understand why I care They think life has been to me unfair
What they fail to understand you see Is that my life is wonderful for me A joyous peace and freedom it brings To be the wind beneath your wings
Beside you in the sun have I walked Together we have often just talked. Though a step behind is where I stand Know always I am there to lend a hand.
Though in your shadow I choose to be I hope for you I am a pleasant memory All of those I have been lucky to know With me will their memory always go
A walker of the shadows is my way Trying to give others a peaceful day Easily forgotten and even seldom seen It is just the way that I've always been
I share these thoughts not for pity Nor do I share them to garner envy They are so others will understand I just like being your life's stage hand Dedicated to all those who, like me, consider themselves to be, shadow walkers.
Feedback always welcome... **A poem of simple expression**
For my soul has grown heavy with the burdens I bear, I have contained and controlled one to many a flare. To release them may be what I need but it is a scare, For anger and vengeance are feelings inside there.
I fear those escaping the most of my burdens all, for they are the strongest and meanest behind my wall. Their force is unthinkable and has the fiercest call, but under their weight I feel myself beginning to fall.
I shout to the heavens with my head turned to the sky, wanting the freedom of a life that on wings does fly. Like over filled clouds, tears begin to escape my eye, release has been granted me safely now, I take it, I cry.
**Unseen Death A poem of loss**
What is the loss of but one mans dream it’s not a death by more then him seen But does it leave a mark when it flies seen by those who look inside his eyes
Does a heart beat one time less or not when the hope once held must be forgot Does a shadow cross the light he had casting a darkened emotion of being sad
Will anyone who knew the dream lost know how he feels and what it cost What of those who never knew of it will they notice something doesn’t fit
Will any concern be granted or shared Will it be missed by anyone who cared or is the dreamer alone in the feeling silently broken, defeated, and reeling
If his dream was one of love expressed will the one he has it for be distressed or will their lack of his dream returned protect them from the feelings burned
Perhaps some dreams are doomed to die those dreaming them not seeing the lie that the dream they thought was shared is no longer in the other one who cared
A heart beat slows, a light grows dim for the dream has passed away from him his eyes stopped shining no light remains his step now heavier with sorrows chains
He tries to look at what now lays ahead but inside he feels as though already dead life now left for him he must live alone how can he face a future that’s so unknown
with no more hope for love to ever feel he must simply lock away and now seal that dream he had long held and sought now he knows it was never by him caught
The last one above written the day after being told I was no longer loved by my ex-wife, hence the seemingly raw emotional content of it. :)
Just a couple older ones to get the thread started. As I mentioned above feedback is always welcome.
Knowing all that CAN be does not mean you know the specific detail choosen. That is to say that you may know all the possible answers to anything and everything yet you may not know what someone of free will will decide upon until they have decided it.
For example.. if a person is standing in an ice cream shop we can say we all know they will 1) buy an ice cream 2)rob the sotre 3) not buy anything 4) buy something other then ice cream 5) use the bathroom...etc etc the list goes on and on... but until that individual makes the specific choice we do not know what that choice will be. So it is possible to know all things and yet not know the specific choice that will be made by a specific individual... hence my babbled thought above. :)
That's about all I think would interest God on the Internet really... just hearing what people think of themselves in relation to God... Who knows, just a babbled thought.
A call of love felt within my heart would not be hindered by the distance it would have to travel. My home is where my heart is and the world has far to many enjoyable places to see and be to limit myself to one place for any reason, let alone a limit for love. So to answer the question asked, yes I would easily traverse any distance for love.
Perhaps however it might be more beneficial to ask a different question. As others have mentioned it may not be the distance that is holding people back from conversing with you. It may prove interesting to ask "how do you look for distant love"
To this I would answer, I first look for those who are able to express themselves deeply, emotionally, and are willing to chat via messenger services. I look for those who are not afraid to show themselves in pictures or via web cams, (no I do not mean nudity)
Eyes and mind are easily displayed over any distance in todays world, a mind that looks for shortcuts to life can be seen in those who find shortcuts to expression. For example, text speak, which is not something I find attractive. Those fearful of being seen, in my experience, are not open enough to make a distant relationship work and tend to have something to hide.
Just thoughts shared freely, do with them as you wish.
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Thank you very much, I am glad you enjoyed reading them. You have very much sparked my interest now and I would love to read "The Maze" if you would be willing to share it? I will indeed post some more... hmm in fact I will go and grab one now to add...**Emotional Gardens**
In every soul there is a place in which emotions grow
there to be tended by those in whom the emotions flow.
As with the flowers of the world nourishing is needed,
and to the tender of the garden each feeling is heeded.
The blossom of fear, its deep purple color tinting the shade,
grows in shadows where tricks of light are often played.
When ignored by the tender the blossom of fear expands,
one day springing forth unbidden by the tender s hands.
But the flower of fear when cared for and kept in its place,
fills the shadows with excitement, wonder, and even grace.
The blossoms of joy, vivid whites and yellow abound,
in every niche` of every garden are they easily found.
For they spread, mingle, and flourish, with wild array,
even through the thickest of other flowers in their way.
Yes the flower of joy, within every garden will find a place,
flourishing in both the shadow and light with elegant grace.
The blossoms of wonder also spread in the garden of mind,
each bloom completely different, individual, one of a kind.
Their petals un-spread, in tight buds they remain concealed,
but when picked from the vine they open, beauty's revealed.
The flower of wonder, sometimes hidden within its place,
shares with us only after we seek it, the glory of it's grace.
The golden blossom of sorrow also in each garden takes hold,
in unknown numbers, sizes, and places do their colors unfold.
But the bloom is meant to be returned to the garden's ground,
feeding the roots of the garden is when it's beauty is found.
The petals of sorrow often seem to be in the wrong place,
but more times then not that's where we need their grace.
Each garden that grows in world or mind faces the seasons,
times when things alter and change with or without any reasons.
Sometimes the changes come early and other times their late,
each should be guarded though for jealousy, envy, and hate.
In times of change is when weeds often tend to find their place,
and though they can destroy they too can have a certain grace.
Within each of us a hidden garden is tended and always grows,
every day of our lives we tend it and through us its beauty flows.
Everyone we meet in some small part serves what the garden needed,
but we should always be aware of what part of the need we heeded.
The blossom of love is never alone, you see on each plant it is found,
it grows on the vines, the stalks, and the trunks and even in the ground.
For without the gardens rich soil and many plants, we tend from above,
we would never truly know or even comprehend the depth of true love.
The blossoms of love, deep red and full shaped have no single place,
their beauty is everywhere and is what gives the others their grace.
So it is to you to tend your garden daily for the flowers that it grows
care for it well and through you the beauty, and the love, of it flows.
Again thank you for the kind words, take care,
me