| Soft foot Prints |
Jun 10, 2008 9:50 am
103 Views |  | Soft foot prints dished the fine beach sand while the deep scent of wild roses that cascaded the path lingered for lifetimes in my soul.
From your line of sight, can you see me?
Do you know?
I wonder if anything is real.
The diamonds of sparkle make up your eyes, and you turn knowingly to grant me a smile. Treasured for time, forever in my mind.
The day was hot, sunny and humid, the ocean breeze was cool, comforting and assuring.
Forever knowing traces of you, yet beyond the realm of mine.
Sadly, I face the challenge of solitude.
Reaching out without a voice.
Holding on, without changing
We tread past the wake of youth
Knowing that the promise comprises our entirety.
My boat started hard this day, I wondered how far I would go.
Once idling smoothly, I un-clipped the mooring, had to go.
Within my sight I witnessed beauty, within my heart I felt alive.
The ocean brought my surrender, as fighting life is so hard.
How long must this be?
Can the answers I seek take me, to me?
I’m told to build my life to my own dimensions, yet blinded I seem, and hold not the vision.
Back at work, awake in life, but is this where I shall live, breath, and die?
I think not!
As We all must go, to maintain the flow.
We press on. |
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| RESISTANCE |
Jun 4, 2008 7:06 am
171 Views |  | The distance of least resistance is never a straight path.
What brought me here is gone, thinking out loud now. Where should I be, I question myself once more. Reflections from the pool of life, portrayed as if I were always right, I shake my head as tears subside, knowing just how fragile, this life.
Echos of a distant pull, steer me toward another door, hold my breath say my prayers, seeking happiness and so much more.
With nothing in my pocket, I begin again.
Work is threatening a shutdown, perhaps a buy out.
Challenges press against my soul.
Everyone makes it, in life, don’t they?
The seed of thought shall find the light
The unwanted devise hope
The faithful grasp for a sign
The strong hold tight
Me, well, I just drive on. |
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| Start again |
Nov 21, 2007 1:42 pm
591 Views | Sitting in work, long after I should.
No one here at this time, but no where to go.
The holiday isn’t well received from me I guess
No one near, no place to go.
I’ll eat a frozen dinner
but I’ll have no pie or cake
walk my 5 miles
feel the cold, and shake
Friday will find me lost and confused
No work to go to, nothing much to do
I wonder if
and wonder when
I turn to speak
but then again
it never works
I give too much
then I’m lost again
It’s all good at first
smiles and new
then you get tired
and want brand new
I’m left again
left behind
Try to catch up
to ease my mind
Give away all I have
take it all
it’s really to sad
I’ll start again
go over the same ground
smile and say, fantastic, real loud
we’ll dine and chat
this and that
I would love to stay
but not just one time
I’m past all that
I’m not so blind
I need someone
who see’s all that
And in the end, the love you take, is equal to the love you make.
And everything is right, till it’s gone.
Pass the pees
life goes on. | |
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