Happygolucky4u Poetry (159)

Didn't want to say good-bye.
Loved the way you made me feel.
Hard to let you go.
But I am trying not to cry.
Held you for so long.
Kept you if it was right or wrong.
Hate to say good bye.
I just can't tell a lie.
The way you felt to my touch.
Turned the pages one by one.
I could cheat as such.
But I wouldn't really of won.
To read the end first.
Would extinguish the thirst.
But it wouldn't be the same.
With only me to blame.
I hate to say good-bye.
To an old friend like you.
We've had plenty of time.
But I don't feel as if we're through.
My eyes have grown so tired and weary.
Looking at you.
Soon you'll be replaced.
What am I to do.

Walking thru the forest one day.
I reached a spot to my dismay.
Where nothing was as it seemed to be.
I wondered if my eyes truly did see.
There in a clearing was a large iron gate.
Where an old woman leaned against a rock.
So old I wondered if I was to late.
As I grew near she started to speak.
In a voice as old as the ages.
I am the gate keeper. Leave your bounty here.
And go and find what you seek.
I did not know what she spoke of.
And what I searched for was my love.
I continued over to her and said,
Who are you old lady and what is this place.
She looked at me and spoke once more.
Telling me what she had before.
I am the gate keeper.
I have been here for all time.
Leave what you carry and go on your way.
And what you leave let it stay.
I did not know what she spoke of.
My arms were empty I carried nil.
But this woman was asking for my bounty still.
I found comfort inside of me.
A strange feeling I usually did not see.
A lightness of the heart.
A new beginning, a new start.
As the woman hobbled away.
I asked what I was to pay.
She turned looking as old as death.
I am the gate keeper.
I have been here for all time.
All your secrets are now mine.
You owe no pay.
Just go and live.
The weight of the secrets is what you had to give.
I think of that gate keeper.
And all the secrets I had.
Holding them had made me really sad.

Gentle spiral to the ground.
In circle motion round and round.
Dancing rhythm of its own.
Destination unknown.
Gust remove others.
Legions follow.
Leaving cover.
Soon replaced.
Seasons defaced.
Hint of color.
All so true.
Reaching to skies of blue.

An opening small but weakened.
Spreading the length.
A journey, a path, jagged.

The brush of the invisible.
Raising goose bumps upon the flesh.
The shadow seen out of the corner of the eye.
To turn and face and nothing there.
The erie sound of your name being called.
Familiar voice but not sure.
The feeling of a weight on your chest.
Not knowing why.
Can you say you have never felt one of these.
Can you say you do not believe in what cannot be explained.
What causes these occurrences?
Are they real? Or are you insane?

There is a traveling demon inside of me.
Riding high, trying to keep hold of the reigns.
It seems like knowing right from wrong just ain't enough.
Sometimes it seems when things are going good.
That traveling demon takes control to make it rough.
It's the times like these I feel that I am living outside of me.
To know what to do. What will work. And still choose wrong.
That traveling demon is running through me strong.
Thought that it had gone away.
Found another home to live and play.
Then next I know I get the urge to throw all caution to the wind.
And do just what I want to do. No more no less.
Not worrying about what will happen in the end.
Or how I will clean up the mess.
Of letting the traveling demon run free in me.
No holds just living on the thrills.
Of a ride that moving way to fast.
Ain't it funny how when things are going good.
That traveling demon steps out from the past.

Sometimes it's difficult to let go.
When you have already lost so much.
One last kiss, one last touch.
I should be so good at good byes.
But losing you still makes me want to cry.
I am tired of hearing it is for the best.
That is what I have heard about the rest.
Had my palm read once upon a time.
It was really done in fun.
But she knew this life of mine.
Of the things that I would see.
I wonder to this day.
If she seen the fight in me.
I keep trudging on along.
Trying to find the right in this wrong.
Wondering why I am still here.
And remaining strong.
Holding onto each day.
Not going to give one away.

The darkness cleared into the new day.
The world smelled fresh.....clean.
Cool air whispered hello to warm skin.
Awakening the spirit to life.

I don't just miss you.
I miss the way you loved me.
I woke up this morning without you by my side.
Did not have no tears today.
They have all been cried.
Just the lingering feeling of something missing.
And then I realized I missed more than you.
I missed the way you loved me.
The feeling of being able to just be.
No one wanting to change little ol' me.
Not looking at the cover of this book.
Instead opening it and taking a good look.
There is more to me to see than the outside.
I am not willing to settle for less than what I had.
People say a love like that will not be found.
But I am willing to wait a life time if that is what it takes.
I want settle for less than and I don't want no fakes.
I want someone to love me with all his heart.
To light up when I walk into the room.
Someone who still believes in old fashioned romance.
Someone who wants to be my finial dance.

It is easy to forget what is the reason.
The thing that makes the world go round.
To get caught up in the little things in life.
To wonder why our happiness is playing hide and seek.
For me I tell you I have found.
More happy than one should be allowed.
Don't think every moment has been sunshine.
I have had my share of clouds.
I have known where happiness laid.
I have always known the rainbows would come.
The clouds they would go away.
If I looked where happiness lay.
I thank God for every breath I take.
For keeping my mind clear and awake.
Having my feet planted on solid ground.
And knowing where happiness is found.
It's not a secret at all.
Many look but they can't hear happiness call.
So lean real close and I will tell.
The secret that keeps me going on.
Happiness for me lays in loving all you see.
I know it sounds so simple.
But I was made to love.
So maybe if you are looking for happiness.
This might be a place you want to think of.

"Love"

Ride.....I ride my horse into the sun.
Looking at all the work that I have done.
Sometimes it would be easier just to of run.

Loved...I have loved with all my heart.
had so much love left to give.
Even when I felt it would tear me apart.

Closed....I closed the door.
And walked away.
Left.....I left my feelings there to stay.
To me it was just another day.

Ride...there is comfort in what I know.
But I am willing to let go.
Hope....hope has not left me alone.
For the love is not gone.

Maybe...maybe one day I will ride.
Not here all alone.
But with another by side.

If men were like clothing I could just go to the store
And pick me one.
Try it on before walking out of the store
to make sure it fit just right
And I felt like it complimented me.
If men were like clothing it would be so easy.
When in the mood I could take it out
And dance the night away.
Or stick it in a drawer and let it stay
Till I was ready to wear it once more.
If men were like shoes that would be great.
When they had been with me awhile they would fit me best.
But if they hurt my toes I could throw them out
In the garbage with the rest.
But when I think about the store.
I know how long I have looked for just the right belt.
So I really would not be in any better shape than I was before.
Besides I have to wash and take care of my clothes.
But I can iron out the wrinkles.
So I am just glad men are men and I do not have to go to the store.