Happygolucky4u Poetry (159)

Sometimes it is the little things that mean the most.
A beautiful sunrise on the eastern coast.
A new born babe to hold and love.
A night with twinkling stars above.
Sitting here with you.
Thinking of all we have been thru.
Knowing no one else has been with me.
As long as you have been there.
It hurts me to think.
Of life sometimes so unfair.
I wish you could spread your wings and fly.
Go see the things I have before you die.
We're not getting any younger.
And I still face life with such hunger.
I don't understand what happened to you.
I was there I had the same childhood too.
I chose to take the best.
Leave the negativity to rest.
I know there is a part of us that is the same.
When I told you of a happy memory.
I could see your smile.
Something we both had not thought of in a while.
Just a simple little thing.
Not thought of at the time.
Joy now it brings.
All the money you can have.
But something's just can't be bought.
A beautiful rainbow in the sky.
Open land and fresh air.
Smell of fresh cut hay.
Sometimes life is just not fair.
Don't let that thought get in the way.
Take what you have and make it work.
Learn in life to make a garden with your dirt.

Sometimes I feel as if I need rest.
But it is just not to be.
Sometimes I feel like I am lost.
But I am not, here I am.
Sometimes I feel sad for no reason at all.
Sometimes happy.
At the most inappropriate times.
I have been called shy.
I am not.
I have been called eclectic.
Maybe.
I have been called a leader.
And almost in the same breath called a loner.
I have been told I look sexy.
And also told I look like the all American girl.
I have been called short.
I have been called tall.
No wonder I am confused.
And don't know myself at all.

I'm looking out the window.
Looking at a life that's passing me by.
Wanting to escape from myself.
A place where I want think anymore.
You don't understand why.
You would like to feel like you've even the score.
I can't even cry.
If you would like I'll say you won.
Just leave me and close the door.
I just want to fly high.
Up in the sky and feel the morning sun.
Soar like a bird all so free.
Out the window is where I wish to be.
Seems like someone's always needing something from me.
And I feel I have given all I have to give.
Seems like I have been born in the wrong time and place.
It seems like someone has come a long and erased.
The way that things were meant to be.
Changed all of humanities priorities.
No longer are families close.
Trust is just another word for saying weak.
Don't you see we've made a wrong turn.
I really want the life I seek.
Why do people not just learn?
When it is all said and done.
Family is all you really have.
The one thing most come in this world with.
The one thing most leave behind.
So why can't they find the time to love.
Why must everything be put above?
A simple little thing called family.

The quiet of the evening was settling.
In the distance I could hear a radio playing an old song.
It was the time of day when parents were readying children to bed.
My thoughts seemed to suffocate me.
Everything seemed so right, but for me so wrong.
All those thoughts in my head.
Running around free.
Nothing to stop them from turning into shadows in the night.
Haunting me relentless in their plight.
I just wish there was a knob.
Where just maybe.
I could turn it off or change the channel.
I feel as if the peace I felt had been robbed.
And the past once again came to live with me.

You are poetry in motion.
I love to watch your body move in the glistening sunlight.
The smell of you when you are fresh out of the shower.
The way you look at me when you have not seen me in a while.
Makes me lose all will power.
You try to put soft kisses all over my face.
I push you away.
You do not seem to mind.
It is all ok.
For a love like ours is hard to find.
It amazes me the feelings you bring out in me.
You make me want to laugh and giggle run free.
You do not judge me.
Just love is all I see.
Lets go for a walk.
Just you and I.
I will talk.
You can listen.
So lets go.
Good bye.
Come on puppy you sure are slow. :-)

I woke one morning to the sun on me and the sound of birds singing in the trees outside my room.
Something seemed, felt different and I was confused.
It seemed as if almost danger was in a corner looming.
Waiting to pounce.
I open my eyes and try to focus to see if there was something wrong.
Oh no it cannot be. I am not at all amused.
I break into tears. The birds even have stopped their song.
How can this be? I jump out of bed and run to the mirror.
And it is me. Eight years old.
Confused and sad.
For the life I had dreamed was gone.
All the living, caring, sharing I had.
Gone.
My tears were tears of loss.
Now I will start a new.

We are sitting at the local cafe.
Drinking beer.
Talking life away.
Laughing at our little "in" jokes.
So different we are.
One likes to stay in.
One likes bars.
No rush to get home.
That's how it is when your all alone.
I am settled now playing my cards.
No rush to move on just enjoying the moment.
Life can be hard,
But it always seems to have these times.
I feel relief to know
even though
All my dreams were crushed.
There is a rainbow after the rain.
I made it thru.
Walked thru the dark.
Lived with the pain.
This might not be what I had in mind.
When I dreamed my life as a little girl.
But I know that I will be fine.
I can still have a good time.
In this life that is called mine.

Keep.
Throw out.
Sale.
Give away.
Don't know.
My little piles are starting to grow.
I don't seem to see an end.
How has all this stuff came to be?
Living here in this house with me.
Keep.
Throw out.
Sale.
Give away.
Don't know.
And then.
There it is.
Big green.
I will never use it enough to keep.
I made it with my own hands.
And the fight inside begins.
And then the memories.
No beginning no end.
Back to another time.
Another day.
I was so young I did not see.
Until now you must have loved me.
I spent many an afternoon with you.
Working making these beautiful boards.
You showed me what to do.
And that is how big green came to be.
They look more different today.
Not like this big boat you see.
You never held me. Never kissed me.
But I remember. The whispers from your friends.
Get rid of her. You will go to jail.
And with all my fifteen years old pride.
I just figured they could go to hell.
We had nothing to hide.
There were boards to be made and boards to sell.
But today I know.
If I had of been older or you younger.
There would have been a kiss.
But as my life went on you slipped away.
So quick that I did not even miss.
Now I am here holding old green today.
And I know. What I know.
I really hate to see it go.
Something tells me I have yet to ride the biggest wave.
And something tells me I want, so I shouldn't save.
Keep.
Throw out.
Sale.
Give away.
Don't know.

I walked thru the empty halls.
Where memories echoed off the walls.
I found it hard to breathe,
as emotion swept thru me.
My vision blurred from so many thoughts.
Like the fly in a spider web, that was caught.
Memories all so very clear.
And end with me being here.

I picture you here with me.
Even tho we have yet to meet.
When we do it will be as if time has no meaning.
It will stand still in an effortless quantum.
We will feel the unity of our hearts.
Knowing nothing but death will tear us apart.

I searched for something I knew not what.
A part of me seemed vacant, an empty spot.
I tired of the search before to long.
It wasn't helping I knew all along.
Something's are just meant to be.
Left alone for all eternity.
A feather blowing in the wind.
A circle with no beginning and no end.
I now know what I searched for.
So I have to search no more.
What I had, I still have.
Not feeling sad, kind of glad.
A moment in time. Is not meant to waste.
To cherish like a sweet taste.
A chance to move on and grow.
To see the beauty in a rainbow.
To taste the sweetness of the wine.
To learn to live for the time.
To make my dreams come true.
Not just for me but for you.
Let my tears fall down my face.
For where they cleanse courage will be replaced.
For once again I am here
And the meaning is all so clear.

There is a spirit running thru me.
A guided woman of the land you see.
She was born of blood so pure.
An Indian maiden of a time unsure.
She did not seem to age at all.
Answered only to natures call.
No bonds of the white man was for her.
She ran free like the Takuskanskan.
With just the wind to guide her for all her time.
I share her passion for how she lived.
I share her strength for what the land had to give.
Two women so much alike.
Separated by years and by lands tears.
We had it all to give.
And with each gift we lost a part.
Of what is known as the Indian heart.
Here I stand I can feel it all.
I can here the sound of the natures call.
The beating of my caged heart,
Can feel the Indian maiden that was my start.