Monday, December 14, 2009

Why is it that part of me wants to run and another part to hide?

Monday, November 2, 2009

Poetry..just being me

Here I am ageless and sometimes silly as can be, where I dance with happiness across the blue of the sea. I don't have to think, work here waits for me, because when I write on this page, I am simply me just being me.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Sadness is indeed derived from thought of his lies,
but truth surfaces from the eye of experience.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

The Price of Peace

Being a mother of sons, it brings war even closer to home. When my first son joined the military, I had moments of great pride in watching him return to the states from his many deployments. It was at that time that I wrote " In a Mothers Eyes" My fourth born Nicholas is now in the Marines at Parris Island and I find myself again with mixed emotions.

In this world there is surely a clear view of the good and bad. It is amazing that if someone believes it so, deems it worthy, they themselves can declare that their fight is right. I can't I imagine how the taking of innocent lives in any form can have any righteous tone to it at all. There are times that like a rat backed into a corner we fight to defend and even still it leaves a sour taste in my mouth.

Imagine for one moment a world without greed, absent of power, void of hate, erased of despair and no fear in the air. Working together to better the earth, to help the weak and nourish from birth. Reach to the heavens and through the universe explore, the notion that beyond what we know there is so much more.

From the first time I held him,
to the first smile on his face,
I knew that he would mature
and he would find his place.

Behind my eyes are tears, for that
which we have no control. Man
always thinks he's right, well
we know that's not always so.

Defense may be an option that
we must uphold, but I think
some how greed is what makes
this world so cold.

Strengthen the spirit, cleanse the mind, and build upon the heart, to create what love defines. Happiness and joy, the beauty of the day, the magic of life that brings unity in the most amazing way.

Balance is the key for it
unlocks the insight to reality.

The reality of it is that we have one perfect planet
called earth with less than perfect inhabitants.


The other side of the journey,
if we lay like lambs,
we welcome the slaughter.

Oh Lord, keep him safe he is young and naive, he stands brave to protect us as many of are so weak. Decisions are many, made by a man, to defend the freedoms across the land.

Every letter I have written, everyone I've recieved, is imprinted with the spirit and tomorrows dreams. Every song I sing, every song that is sung back, is filled with reminders of how to live and laugh.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

...and my heart spoke.

All of my emotions played a trick on, they hungered for so much more than what you were able to bring. Might it have been childish or foolish to believe that when the day is over and you close your eyes to sleep it me that you'll be holding and kissing good night.

When my soul met your soul there was doubt in my mind that we were one in spirit, one of love, the eternal one of dreams and the endless dance upon the heavens, where there is not you and I but we.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Sealing a chapter and starting a new one is always difficult,
especially when you fail to recognize the end. `
I come to realize that we are only responsible for the love we give,
not for the love that is or isn't returned.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

The Face of Reality

I have never been quite sure why the it is so difficult to distinguish fact from a fabrication of the mind. In many instances I believe that dreams are created to shield the heart from the faces of reality. My needs are clearly visible and they cry out in their hunger for your touch.

Is it enough to love?

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

My heart has seen...

I looked up the definition for Love, the urban dictionary is colorful to say the least. There were so many ways for people to define what love meant to them. Because there are many ways to love and be loved, I can only describe it as a unfinished puzzle and as each piece is snapped in place we get a better view of love.
I spoke of the darkness and the power of the night sky as the pain of distance revealed itself in tears of my heart. I whispered of the ache and the loneliness that transpired, for you my love had lit the spark that set my heart on fire.

This my heart I give to you,

with the sun,

the star and

the sky of blue


I came here to close the gap of distance

and bring close the warmth of love.


If you can, catch me now, as the star falls, so does my

heart, lost and without direction.

If you can, catch me now.