She makes me smile,
not that half assed smile I give upon seeing someone I know because that's what's expected.
But a REAL smile.
She makes me laugh,
and not the forced fake laugh that I feel obligated to give when people say something
that is really only funny to them.
This is REAL laughter, the kind that comes from the belly.
She makes me dream,
of better days and moonlit dances to come.
She makes me feel love,
like I've never felt love before,
unconditional.
And best of all,
she makes me want to stay awhile longer.
Peace, Love.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
She makes me smile,
not that half assed smile I give upon seeing someone I know because that's what's expected.
But a REAL smile.
She makes me laugh,
and not the forced fake laugh that I feel obligated to give when people say something
that is really only funny to them.
This is REAL laughter, the kind that comes from the belly.
She makes me dream,
of better days and moonlit dances to come.
She makes me feel love,
like I've never felt love before,
unconditional.
And best of all,
she makes me want to stay awhile longer.
This joy you write about
I know it too, thank God...
I know it too.
Yesterday I was mesmerized with a yellow butterfly...
lighting on each lantana ball,
orange, red, gold, pink, yellow.
I was underground...
eye level,
in the pool just a foot or so away...
sneaky me.
Birds eye view....
is what I had,
watching that butterfly work each tiny blossom that makes a whole.
My thoughts went to...
this is his work, feeding and pollinating.
A simple plan of nature.
A beautiful plan of nature,
I smiled,
with the simplicity yet complexity of God's world.
There near the bottom of the lantana
was my favorite "buddy-bye".
He is black,
with beautiful blue and peach edgings.
But not today.
The size of my palm but not today.
I have watched him many a day flutter
effortlessly in my garden...
but not today.
No, not today.
Today, he is horribly tattered,
beyond repair,
having lost half of one wing
a third of the other.
This hit my heart hard,
his beauty tattered,
his life now near to over.
Was this also a part of the simple plan?
That this world should strike back
and bring ugliness, chaos, pain and sadness.
Or is this world now a disconnect
from the simple plan?
And will we all be tattered...
or are we already tattered?
just a bit of what we were meant to be,
what we could be?
born into a house of women emotions conflict electrified the air there was no male presence logical forbidding to rule most days the youngest of four strong willed girls determined to battle our condition born to a woman who never a chance to be whole destined for the unconventional with an uncanny sixth sense almost scary learned early on to stick with the pack or be eaten forget what shouldn't be known forget we were all victims we ruled our small world the man of the house visited regular and he brought joy a simple joy of man his round face was red he smiled most always voice gentle gentle laugh he made music he made food he made happy he made us victims victims of the need victims of the want victims because we could never ever have him for us
house to house i float by,
im a tattered and borrowed book,
my pages foled over
dog eared to mark there place,
only read what you want too,
and not pay attention to the rest.
ignore me when i have a problem
thats fine with me.
just dont expect for me to fix yours
like i did in the past
“I told you from the start just how this would end. When I get what I want, I never want it again.” — Courtney Love
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown
house to house i float by,
im a tattered and borrowed book,
my pages foled over
dog eared to mark there place,
only read what you want too,
and not pay attention to the rest.
ignore me when i have a problem
thats fine with me.
just dont expect for me to fix yours
like i did in the past
lovely and so true no matter how old one is ... no matter how long one has lived
like Eddie's words "no one listen that long"
I love your poem and there will always be fair weather friends
and then the keepers ..
here's to the keepers!
loved your poem ... great pic... very heartfelt and strong
house to house i float by,
im a tattered and borrowed book,
my pages foled over
dog eared to mark there place,
only read what you want too,
and not pay attention to the rest.
ignore me when i have a problem
thats fine with me.
just dont expect for me to fix yours
like i did in the past
Nice!
but...nah nah...foldthe paper into a tube
and they're all kissing each other again
house to house i float by,
im a tattered and borrowed book,
my pages foled over
dog eared to mark there place,
only read what you want too,
and not pay attention to the rest.
ignore me when i have a problem
thats fine with me.
just dont expect for me to fix yours
like i did in the past
Nice!
but...nah nah...foldthe paper into a tube
and they're all kissing each other again
I believe in her
I believe that she is the one
I believe in second,
even third chances
I believe in saviors
I believe, that she is mine
Savior I mean
I believe this could work
I want this to work
I feel I need this to work
She is my third chance
At happiness
At dreams fulfilled
At true love
I believe all of this...
So why... am I scared to death?
Peace, Love.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
I believe in her
I believe that she is the one
I believe in second,
even third chances
I believe in saviors
I believe, that she is mine
Savior I mean
I believe this could work
I want this to work
I feel I need this to work
She is my third chance
At happiness
At dreams fulfilled
At true love
I believe all of this...
So why... am I scared to death?
Good luck and happiness to you!
You deserve this, Steve.
It is scary to need someone but great at the same time
because they need you too
"it is better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all"
this is living!
enjoy the love... enjoy the moment ... there is no fear in love
your love is yours to keep forever
I believe in her
I believe that she is the one
I believe in second,
even third chances
I believe in saviors
I believe, that she is mine
Savior I mean
I believe this could work
I want this to work
I feel I need this to work
She is my third chance
At happiness
At dreams fulfilled
At true love
I believe all of this...
So why... am I scared to death?
Wish you all the best - Steve....
And yes, its ok to be scared to death. When the heart has been broken several times - its best to take things slowly.
I agree " Its better to have loved and lost then never have loved at all " Love is truly a beautiful thing no matter how long or short it is.... take care always.
we held hands underwater
chest deep in pools of leaves
hiding our love from the world
because the world could never understand
the others believed in fate and dreams
while we only believed in one another
no more would the night stay quiet
the peaceful darkness interrupted
as sheets of diamonds fell to the earth
flaming chaos crossed the sky
revealing the true ugliness of the night
our only protection from the void
was the energy being spent
beneath the surface of the glassy water
our bodies becoming one
our love solidified
the echo’s throughout the night
still sustain me
Peace, Love.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
we held hands underwater
chest deep in pools of leaves
hiding our love from the world
because the world could never understand
the others believed in fate and dreams
while we only believed in one another
no more would the night stay quiet
the peaceful darkness interrupted
as sheets of diamonds fell to the earth
flaming chaos crossed the sky
revealing the true ugliness of the night
our only protection from the void
was the energy being spent
beneath the surface of the glassy water
our bodies becoming one
our love solidified
the echo’s throughout the night
still sustain me
wow
Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
let me not waste the day
let me hold the magic that is the night
walk with me in forrests of life
together we hold the key
we are the magic of the night
we are the dawn of a new day.
you tell me that your heart it bleeds
you say you can't see the day thru the trees
and the night just don't come around anymore
my friend you've closed the door.
star lit nights that light the way
and shooting stars that bring the day
wait for you to open the door
step outside and cry no more.
feel the magic that fills the night
leave the pain that hides your smile
to the stars that fill the sky.
Comments
thanks wolf, so nice to see you again
Today, another email, more words for you.
Words that made me miss you, again.
Not that I stopped.
Did you ever think you could be so missed?
Words that spoke from shock and sadness.
Words that I knew.
Words that I felt.
They took me back to the day I heard.
Words saying of your bigger than life personality,
bigger than life stories, humor, generosity.
Bigger than life love.
You were just bigger than life
and you know friend,
you still are.
There will always be words, bigger than life, for you
not that half assed smile I give upon seeing someone I know because that's what's expected.
But a REAL smile.
She makes me laugh,
and not the forced fake laugh that I feel obligated to give when people say something
that is really only funny to them.
This is REAL laughter, the kind that comes from the belly.
She makes me dream,
of better days and moonlit dances to come.
She makes me feel love,
like I've never felt love before,
unconditional.
And best of all,
she makes me want to stay awhile longer.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
I know it too, thank God...
I know it too.
You've conveyed this love so beautifully
Thanks for sharing it with us
Love is a celebration of life!
I am just a wolfy dog
erect, I have paws four
me, I'm just a girly dog
See? narrow waist and more
I'll pose like this, all white & stuff
cuz I'm a girlish dog
Sometimes I woof all feminine
sometimes I go ruff ruff
I hold you little sitting bird
as if I'm holding fate
I turn this way & bare my back
cuz tits? I'm holding eight
awesome your humor and depth and grasp of emotion in your writings
truly a pro!
thanks so much for writing
Tattered
Yesterday I was mesmerized with a yellow butterfly...
lighting on each lantana ball,
orange, red, gold, pink, yellow.
I was underground...
eye level,
in the pool just a foot or so away...
sneaky me.
Birds eye view....
is what I had,
watching that butterfly work each tiny blossom that makes a whole.
My thoughts went to...
this is his work, feeding and pollinating.
A simple plan of nature.
A beautiful plan of nature,
I smiled,
with the simplicity yet complexity of God's world.
There near the bottom of the lantana
was my favorite "buddy-bye".
He is black,
with beautiful blue and peach edgings.
But not today.
The size of my palm but not today.
I have watched him many a day flutter
effortlessly in my garden...
but not today.
No, not today.
Today, he is horribly tattered,
beyond repair,
having lost half of one wing
a third of the other.
This hit my heart hard,
his beauty tattered,
his life now near to over.
Was this also a part of the simple plan?
That this world should strike back
and bring ugliness, chaos, pain and sadness.
Or is this world now a disconnect
from the simple plan?
And will we all be tattered...
or are we already tattered?
just a bit of what we were meant to be,
what we could be?
went out to water this am,
he fluttered and circled my head a couple times,
rested in the tree next to me.
Now his wings uniform,
adapting to the injury, perhaps?
The pretty colors gone, he's drab,
but blends in well with his surroundings.
Natures shelter, I'd like to think.
So fragile yet so strong...
gives me hope for us.
Gentle Is As Gentle Goes
So we do battle until one of us is broken?
You say it is me...
that I can not see.
I say it is you ....
that you can not can feel.
Gentle is as gentle does.
If you wound a heart,
will it feel more or less?
If you blind some one with light,
will they see more or less?
Gentle is as gentle does.
Let me touch you so you might feel with me.
Turn low the light so I might see with you.
Gentle is as gentle does
Blindfold removed
heart wide open
trusting as we go
stronger than before
because
Gentle Is As Gentle Goes ....
house to house i float by,
im a tattered and borrowed book,
my pages foled over
dog eared to mark there place,
only read what you want too,
and not pay attention to the rest.
ignore me when i have a problem
thats fine with me.
just dont expect for me to fix yours
like i did in the past
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown
like Eddie's words "no one listen that long"
I love your poem and there will always be fair weather friends
and then the keepers ..
here's to the keepers!
loved your poem ... great pic... very heartfelt and strong
Thank you for sharing!
Nice!
but...nah nah...foldthe paper into a tube
and they're all kissing each other again
yesterday I sat on a rock
it has been awhile
I knew it was there for me
it's been there for centuries
was there for generations before me
will be there for those to come
a simple rock that is easy to miss
not moss covered in velvet green
nor sparkled colors of the Earth's most precious
not unique in shape nor size nor location
just an ordinary rock placed long ago
as I sat most comfortably
looking from this rock's view
there came the most extraordinary revelation
a freeing knowledge rolled in peace
jarring wisdom of here and there
of was and is
and what will be
from this rock and our time to be
I found brave new thought
my mind strong to finish this journey
in our empty space
"I'm in my own prison"
{a moment of heartbreak}
'well, aren't we all ?' ... aren't we all
barriers of the mind and heart
bombard imprison capture enslave surpress conform comply
Reality is our own prison
monotony boredom tedium tick tick tick til the end of the start of nothing
Time is our own prison
limitations restrictions constraints
physical mental monetary emotional
Less is our own prison
alone
lonely lonesome amongst many singular in the world
Sad is our own prison
oppression hypocrisy deceit
Injustice is our own prison
distrust helplessness indifference
Defeat is our own prison
caged deep within my soul the words resonate
'I am my own prison'
I love her
I believe in her
I believe that she is the one
I believe in second,
even third chances
I believe in saviors
I believe, that she is mine
Savior I mean
I believe this could work
I want this to work
I feel I need this to work
She is my third chance
At happiness
At dreams fulfilled
At true love
I believe all of this...
So why... am I scared to death?
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
You deserve this, Steve.
It is scary to need someone but great at the same time
because they need you too
"it is better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all"
this is living!
enjoy the love... enjoy the moment ... there is no fear in love
your love is yours to keep forever
thanks for sharing the beautiful words
with the new weather around the corner
cool new thought
fresh movement of the stars and planets
cool
not stagnant waters simmering in the heat
not drippy sweat blurring mindless hot
cool thought sitting in a newly shaded yard
cooled as the sun wans south
too cool
cool rushing in
thought to ride a chill on
deeply cool
a shiver kind of thought
swirling smoke in a dark night of cool thought
cool thought without the incessant buzzing bugs
and slapping legs
cool silence
a jack-o-lantern full of cool thought
grinning and believing
flickering candle of cool thought
cool thought that rustles in the leaves
cool thought that blends with the spice
cool thought of holidays past and now
so cool
cool new thought.... the best part of cool
tonight I needed,
a friend
someone to talk to,
anyone
someone to tell me
that it will be.... okay
that this will work out
that they love me
tonight I needed,
a friend
someone to help me
believe
that there is more than
this
more than I'm feeling now
tonight I needed
a friend
tonight,
I needed you....
but there was no one.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
Wish you all the best - Steve....
And yes, its ok to be scared to death. When the heart has been broken several times - its best to take things slowly.
I agree " Its better to have loved and lost then never have loved at all " Love is truly a beautiful thing no matter how long or short it is.... take care always.
I like this one - thank you for sharing.... " you are never alone "
I talk to my Mama still, she's there in my head, on the other side
and she makes me feel better
there is more than this ... you can believe ... just ask
take care Steve you are in my thoughts often you know
hope life is happy and good
chest deep in pools of leaves
hiding our love from the world
because the world could never understand
the others believed in fate and dreams
while we only believed in one another
no more would the night stay quiet
the peaceful darkness interrupted
as sheets of diamonds fell to the earth
flaming chaos crossed the sky
revealing the true ugliness of the night
our only protection from the void
was the energy being spent
beneath the surface of the glassy water
our bodies becoming one
our love solidified
the echo’s throughout the night
still sustain me
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
wow
Send my credentials to the house of detention
throughout the day
keeps time to the clock that never moves
like a pot that will not boil,
waiting for release
each picture framed along a walk
the stories weave
we make our own ... store under glass,
waiting for release
brought together by fate ... or what?
it matters not
just take and keep
and blow along,
waiting for release
Nice, just what the doctor ordered
Send my credentials to the house of detention
let me hold the magic that is the night
walk with me in forrests of life
together we hold the key
we are the magic of the night
we are the dawn of a new day.
you tell me that your heart it bleeds
you say you can't see the day thru the trees
and the night just don't come around anymore
my friend you've closed the door.
star lit nights that light the way
and shooting stars that bring the day
wait for you to open the door
step outside and cry no more.
feel the magic that fills the night
leave the pain that hides your smile
to the stars that fill the sky.
Godfather.