Amazing the sights I see from here, Under the Rainbow.
Day or night, I know it's there. It's colors, the glisten and glitter. I can feel it, sometimes, many times, I desire it. Longing or lusting, I don't know which. I have to fight myself sometimes it seems, just wanting so much to be. To be one of the colors.
I'm told to be myself, to be content. It doesn't work. Not to be part of the Rainbow.
But this I have found. Maybe a fantasy. Maybe a dream.
From Under the Rainbow, if I stop. Stop looking up. Stop wishing to be what I am not. I have seen, here, around me.
Like blades of grass they shoot up. More numerous than the colors of the Rainbow. There are some. There are more. They are not colors. They are themselves.
Like me? No. Like me? Yes. They are who they are, but they too are looking up, and longing. Some have looked down and their gaze has honored me. I see one like me. No two. No more.
We cannot be, not the colors of the Rainbow. We are not as they. Individuals they call us. Some oddities, some left out, and to the shame of the Rainbow, some cast out.
Can we aspire to fit as the colors do, to blend and glisten and glow. Our reality says no. In this lies the answer. One possible future. I don't know. Maybe a fantasy, maybe a dream.
We cannot be, not them. But we are. I will not scream it out. I will not make them know. I will not shake them until they gain some sense. The do not wake, not easily.
We are, a color of our own. Red cannot be green. Blue cannot be yellow. We are not they, but we are. We now have taken a step. A hand reached out and I took it. Another followed. I feel their pain and they mine.
Can we be, not one of the colors, but maybe. Maybe it's a fantasy, maybe a dream, but can we be, our color in the Rainbow.
Or is it our place? Is it our Lot? I cannot accept it. I may not know my place, but I cannot accept I have no place.
This I know, I have discovered. A friend. A second. Maybe more.
I found them here,
Under the Rainbow
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
This poem is like the second step in my personal awakening. Again, I found many who felt this way and wanted to wake from the dark sleep of depression and lack of confidence. Again, sometimes when we feel most alone, there are so many there with us. We just don't see...
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Under the Rainbow is where I feel.
Maybe it's my place. I don't like to think that way. I really don't believe that. But I look up and see the beautiful sky. The air has been cleansed by and earlier rain. The sun shining brightly and there it is. I looks so big and beautiful. Gorgeous above me. All the colors, separate but one. all together. Can I get to it? Most of the time it seems out of reach. Is it truly spectacular as it looks?
At times I think I have found it. I feel the rush of the colors hitting me. I am one, I am part. then it is gone.
So it is in life. Once I drove through the end of a rainbow. I'll never forget the awesome colors and sparkling around me. Just as quickly it was gone. I try to be like others. Not to be them, just be part. Be A part of what is going on. I don't seem to have a color to fit. Maybe that is just it.
I don't feel above, it's not my place. Maybe I am one, just under the rainbow. Like it has been said, it's my lot in life. It's not a lot, but it's my life.
I want to give everyone a chance. I want to hear and believe them. Give them the benefit of the doubt. Too often, I am waiting. Too often, I'm not called. Too often I get hurt. But it's what I do. I don't know how not to be there. I don't know how not to care.
But maybe, I'm just under the rainbow.
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
Written before one Christmas. A dark time of soul searching. Finding out where I was at the time,not yet finding out who I was. I found many feel this same way, it's sad, but a life lesson. A place where we can not dwell on ourselves, but all too often, the feeling is real.
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I feel your heart
Our tears share the same pain
If only I could...
They know not what they have
Deep down, who you are
The depth of your soul, your spirit, your love
All you have to give
If only I could...
The wanting, the longing
To feel the touch that equals the one you give
If only I could...
You know my heart
You have felt my pain
Though miles between
You see me, for who I am
If only I could...
Your hair I would hold
Your lips I would taste
You would never long for arms around you
You would never fear the darkness of night
If only I could...
Though maybe I should not
I would be there for you
If only I could...
Never longing for a touch
Never longing for love
Never worrying to fear
Never longing to be held
If only I could, for you,
I would
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
The longing to show and share love with one deserving...
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"I don't want to play anymore."
It's how I feel sometime. Like now.
Looking up at God and saying, "I don't want to play anymore."
"It isn't them Father it's me. I don't mind helping, you know I like it. You give me what I need for them. Words I don't have myself, but somehow they come to me. I'm thankful and honored. I don't mind at all. It isn't their lives but mine. Why do I have the words for others. Why can I sense and feel from thousands of miles away. Why can I call on power not my own and see things happen.Why! I don't mind. It isn't them, it's me. Why can't I solve my problems? Why can't I find the way? Why can I hear for them but not for me? Why can I take their pain and can't loose mine? Why does my heart break for them and you hear me cry out for them and you help? But why when I cry and the tears will not cease, my heart breaks? and breaks, and breaks and breaks. Until I am numb. Then you put another in my path and I feel joy. I can help, I know I can. I can assist. You give me the words. You give me the power. Then I return to myself. It's the same. I've gone full circle again. In the same place again. I am older. That is the change. I don't mind helping them. You know it's my joy. But sometimes, just sometimes. Not because of them, but because of me. It's how I feel because of me. Sorry Father, but sometimes, I don't want to play anymore."
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
One of those times in life, when it seems that I could help anyone who crossed my path, but could find no answers for myself. Looking back, it's another life lesson, because I have gone on, grown and learned since this point.
I guess, it's mostly the feeling and frustration when we can't find answers for ourselves, but must trust, that the answers will come. It makes it no easier, but then again, who said life was easy...
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Do you remember...
The light...there is a sparkle and you smile when you see it in her eyes.
The taste...her lips are so soft. The feel when they barely touch yours.
The feel...every part of her is a work of the highest. A living sculpture, made to perfection.
The sense...just being near, she made the room brighter, the day better. You can feel her move though she isn't in sight.
The passion...bringing out from deep within, that wanting that needing that never wanting to be away for a second.
The romance...making a fool of the wisest, just to gain her glance. Spend what is not there for anything to show adoration.
The sight...seeing her made everything stop. She in herself, made time and space pass away.
She in herself is all and yet where is she?
Do you remember...Love
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
This poem is not so much about the loss of love, but the feelings we have. I can be someone we have been with, or even someone in our mind. It is that feel of all encompassing passion and love we are willing to give and wanting to feel. It is the FEELING, of love.
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