與填滿頭腦的魔鬼作戰
不能被遺留的過去時中
投射在旁邊，僅僅另外一沒什麼東西
透過一個世界那不跟我一起唱歌
Fighting Demons of the mind
Unable to leave the past behind
Declared to be but a nothing
While the world without me can sing
G- March 2009
10 months ago
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Showing posts with label Gooseman. Show all posts
Apr 1, 2009
Forty-nine years
Forty-nine years walking the Earth
Forty-nine years of fighting alone
Hope followed by disappointment
About the only things known
The task of being to lend others
Hoping someday to have a hand reach back
Never seeming to learn it would not change
Trying to give them the support they lack
A common thread to ignore I too have care
Not able to understand life will not be fair
Forty-nine years walking the Earth
Forty-nine years of fighting alone
Hope followed by disappointment
About the only things known
The path presented through the dark
Each dream that form in the night
Falls to my failure or lack of worth
Every step in life turns into mired fight
As darts bite flesh as I inch along
In a world is simply do not belong
Forty-nine years walking the Earth
Forty-nine years of fighting alone
Hope followed by disappointment
About the only things known
Will grows weary and hopes fail cold
As throw my mind rings saying old
You can’t win, you can’t break even
You can’t even quit the game
Trite is sounds, but true it bites
As yet another effort turns the same
Forty-nine years walking the Earth
Forty-nine years of fighting alone
Hope followed by disappointment
About the only things known
G- March 2009
Forty-nine years of fighting alone
Hope followed by disappointment
About the only things known
The task of being to lend others
Hoping someday to have a hand reach back
Never seeming to learn it would not change
Trying to give them the support they lack
A common thread to ignore I too have care
Not able to understand life will not be fair
Forty-nine years walking the Earth
Forty-nine years of fighting alone
Hope followed by disappointment
About the only things known
The path presented through the dark
Each dream that form in the night
Falls to my failure or lack of worth
Every step in life turns into mired fight
As darts bite flesh as I inch along
In a world is simply do not belong
Forty-nine years walking the Earth
Forty-nine years of fighting alone
Hope followed by disappointment
About the only things known
Will grows weary and hopes fail cold
As throw my mind rings saying old
You can’t win, you can’t break even
You can’t even quit the game
Trite is sounds, but true it bites
As yet another effort turns the same
Forty-nine years walking the Earth
Forty-nine years of fighting alone
Hope followed by disappointment
About the only things known
G- March 2009
Mar 29, 2009
Just A Pin Prick
Just a pin prick
No one will know
Just across the surface
No one can tell
Draw the edge slow
Not to go deep
No need to bleed
Someone might notice
If it does more
Than just a seep
Looks like but a scratch
But it fills the need
Draws to the flesh
The sensation of pain
Distraction from other cares
Facts that on the mind wears
As those nerves on the skin
What is one more scar
That no one will see
Only from you to know
That once more there was
Too much to take
Serrated, that is the trick
Those edges cut more
While marking less
Searing like heat to flesh
Maybe a tattoo
Maybe more than one
To feel those pinpoint
Drive the feeling home
While others do not know
It is the pain you seek
Not the image left behind
Just a needle to the palm
That works just as well
And can be done over again
With no one to tell
Just one more scar
To represent one more day
One more survived
One less to stay
Just a little pin prick
No one will know
No one will care
No one to tell.
G- March 2009
No one will know
Just across the surface
No one can tell
Draw the edge slow
Not to go deep
No need to bleed
Someone might notice
If it does more
Than just a seep
Looks like but a scratch
But it fills the need
Draws to the flesh
The sensation of pain
Distraction from other cares
Facts that on the mind wears
As those nerves on the skin
What is one more scar
That no one will see
Only from you to know
That once more there was
Too much to take
Serrated, that is the trick
Those edges cut more
While marking less
Searing like heat to flesh
Maybe a tattoo
Maybe more than one
To feel those pinpoint
Drive the feeling home
While others do not know
It is the pain you seek
Not the image left behind
Just a needle to the palm
That works just as well
And can be done over again
With no one to tell
Just one more scar
To represent one more day
One more survived
One less to stay
Just a little pin prick
No one will know
No one will care
No one to tell.
G- March 2009
Mars
Circlet of tarnishes in the metal
Device of destruction
And to bring down game
Stock marred with scratches
The wear of use by one now gone
Beating of treks in wood an field
Corrosion the price of long use
Those little circles of tarnish
Forming a pattern of no meaning it seems
Just rust on a device unkept
While to others, those marks
Might me be the last trace
Of the one that owned that device
Before it was passed forward
To one those marks of the fingers
Mean more that the device
Which others think they mar
A strand of hair
Left in a brush
Different in call than the rest
Lighter and longer
Clearly not of the same source
Standing out from the dark discards
It would make no sense to most
Only a hair left behind
A stray hair left unintended
No longer a care to its owner
To most, it would not even be noticed
But to one, is reminds
That which is lost
Scrap of cloth
Kept for years in his pocket
Often held in hand
In the dark of night and mind
Discolored satin to him,
To others just at scrap
Not even a rag
Little more even than lint
Stained to yellow by time and touch
Folded there beneath bills
Existence unknown by others
Meaning would escape even if seen
Significance only to one
Who kept it to remember
When time seemed more kind
Feathers in a vase
Set upon a shelf
Ratty and torn
Void of apparent use
Marked in mud when discarded
By the innocents that once owned them
Saved for some reason
Held now in a jar
Mined by mites slowly
To skeletons and bare quill
Just as time slowly strips
All memories of good
Erases the past
Leaving only the dark
G- March 2009
Device of destruction
And to bring down game
Stock marred with scratches
The wear of use by one now gone
Beating of treks in wood an field
Corrosion the price of long use
Those little circles of tarnish
Forming a pattern of no meaning it seems
Just rust on a device unkept
While to others, those marks
Might me be the last trace
Of the one that owned that device
Before it was passed forward
To one those marks of the fingers
Mean more that the device
Which others think they mar
A strand of hair
Left in a brush
Different in call than the rest
Lighter and longer
Clearly not of the same source
Standing out from the dark discards
It would make no sense to most
Only a hair left behind
A stray hair left unintended
No longer a care to its owner
To most, it would not even be noticed
But to one, is reminds
That which is lost
Scrap of cloth
Kept for years in his pocket
Often held in hand
In the dark of night and mind
Discolored satin to him,
To others just at scrap
Not even a rag
Little more even than lint
Stained to yellow by time and touch
Folded there beneath bills
Existence unknown by others
Meaning would escape even if seen
Significance only to one
Who kept it to remember
When time seemed more kind
Feathers in a vase
Set upon a shelf
Ratty and torn
Void of apparent use
Marked in mud when discarded
By the innocents that once owned them
Saved for some reason
Held now in a jar
Mined by mites slowly
To skeletons and bare quill
Just as time slowly strips
All memories of good
Erases the past
Leaving only the dark
G- March 2009
Red Wall
Red wall in the wind
For rest, to keep out noise
The child leans against the wall
Casting shadows in the sun
Wood stained to color the world
Define a sanctuary from chaos
Place of safety form the fear
That seems to define life without
Peace within calming, serene
The horrors without not to be seen
That wall of red to keep out wolves
That otherwise would be at the door
A fence of red to keep out harm
Bounce that ball in security
Under sky without gray
Safety, sanctuary the from attack
The illusion that reality can be held back
By a wall of wood colored red
Who is actually being kept safe
The child, or the world
G- March 2009
For rest, to keep out noise
The child leans against the wall
Casting shadows in the sun
Wood stained to color the world
Define a sanctuary from chaos
Place of safety form the fear
That seems to define life without
Peace within calming, serene
The horrors without not to be seen
That wall of red to keep out wolves
That otherwise would be at the door
A fence of red to keep out harm
Bounce that ball in security
Under sky without gray
Safety, sanctuary the from attack
The illusion that reality can be held back
By a wall of wood colored red
Who is actually being kept safe
The child, or the world
G- March 2009
Mar 23, 2009
Trust
Trust is a gift above all things
A sharing of all the future brings
Turning over of soul and mind
Believing you will receive in kind
But requires others to also be true
As you were for them, be there for you
When it fails and leave naught to cling
Trust is a curse that destroys all things
G- March 2009
A sharing of all the future brings
Turning over of soul and mind
Believing you will receive in kind
But requires others to also be true
As you were for them, be there for you
When it fails and leave naught to cling
Trust is a curse that destroys all things
G- March 2009
Mar 6, 2009
Star Of Hope
Point of light in the dark recesses of the mind
Star of hope for one who for so long has been blind
Lead the hopeless out from the endless despair
Back from the brink towards the land of those who care
Eyes asparkle as jewel light in the bleak night
Glimmering specks to lead the beggar weak of sight
Lost soul submerged and descending the steps to hell
Heart lost into nonbeing in a bottomless well
Destiny cast aside without reproach of vows
Promises forever lost with no trace of marouse
Fate left in the wake of a trailing stream of waste
After briefly heavens bliss was allow a taste
Sunlight obscured indefinitely from view
All assurances of future die in the blue
The moon turning its face with embarrassed, disgraced
The chasm of trust in destiny once more misplaced
Weary of the trail of wandering without end
Seeing only insignificant life to extend
Blackness with only that tiny flickering star
The soul crushed again in fires of hell that char
G- November 2008
Star of hope for one who for so long has been blind
Lead the hopeless out from the endless despair
Back from the brink towards the land of those who care
Eyes asparkle as jewel light in the bleak night
Glimmering specks to lead the beggar weak of sight
Lost soul submerged and descending the steps to hell
Heart lost into nonbeing in a bottomless well
Destiny cast aside without reproach of vows
Promises forever lost with no trace of marouse
Fate left in the wake of a trailing stream of waste
After briefly heavens bliss was allow a taste
Sunlight obscured indefinitely from view
All assurances of future die in the blue
The moon turning its face with embarrassed, disgraced
The chasm of trust in destiny once more misplaced
Weary of the trail of wandering without end
Seeing only insignificant life to extend
Blackness with only that tiny flickering star
The soul crushed again in fires of hell that char
G- November 2008
Diminish
The world is once more diminished
With the loss of those as should not
While lesser creatures that do harm
Spoil good things other hands wrought
Son of denstiny and bound by word
Brother of faith, defender true
Fought with heart and belief to defend
Fell alone in the morning dew
Eyes of a mother fair and generous
Grieved for her flesh she had raised
Less for lost of protecting her
Valiant not, nor fell to great praise
Past should have taught them well
To serve others first and defend
For those too weak to fight themselves
Of their own choice their blood spend
The thieves of good and life
Not content taking the best in fight
Defile what is good and innocent
Creep and slaughter in the night
Dreams of future and memories past
Taken by cowards, the vermin swine
Right never though once cowered
But fought and pealed warning chime
Still that will fell in that field
Defended while head-on meeting fate
But matter not right or wrong in life
Truth can oft be felled by hate
Together, they will be together
As rightfully is should always be
Arm in arm, in their eternal embrace
Joined in love spirits always free
Even if it only beyond this life
Or in the delusions of fantasy.
G- November 2008
With the loss of those as should not
While lesser creatures that do harm
Spoil good things other hands wrought
Son of denstiny and bound by word
Brother of faith, defender true
Fought with heart and belief to defend
Fell alone in the morning dew
Eyes of a mother fair and generous
Grieved for her flesh she had raised
Less for lost of protecting her
Valiant not, nor fell to great praise
Past should have taught them well
To serve others first and defend
For those too weak to fight themselves
Of their own choice their blood spend
The thieves of good and life
Not content taking the best in fight
Defile what is good and innocent
Creep and slaughter in the night
Dreams of future and memories past
Taken by cowards, the vermin swine
Right never though once cowered
But fought and pealed warning chime
Still that will fell in that field
Defended while head-on meeting fate
But matter not right or wrong in life
Truth can oft be felled by hate
Together, they will be together
As rightfully is should always be
Arm in arm, in their eternal embrace
Joined in love spirits always free
Even if it only beyond this life
Or in the delusions of fantasy.
G- November 2008
Mar 5, 2009
Flower of the Maiden
Lady with eye pure and the sparks of stars
Silver flowed her gown of silk and gems
Maiden fair of face and pure of heart
At peace in the wood, hidden by steam
A lad of the land, neither noble nor proud
Met the Lady by field in the spring air
The talk of dreams and hopes they shared
And the snare of love captured his mind
With kiss stolen in the still of one day
The two made plans, exchanged vows
And he was forced to take a leave
To find a way to make a home
His maiden he left behind that day
As bittersweet tears stung at their eyes
They both knew he would keep his word
And wait for her in the secret wood.
G- November 2008
Silver flowed her gown of silk and gems
Maiden fair of face and pure of heart
At peace in the wood, hidden by steam
A lad of the land, neither noble nor proud
Met the Lady by field in the spring air
The talk of dreams and hopes they shared
And the snare of love captured his mind
With kiss stolen in the still of one day
The two made plans, exchanged vows
And he was forced to take a leave
To find a way to make a home
His maiden he left behind that day
As bittersweet tears stung at their eyes
They both knew he would keep his word
And wait for her in the secret wood.
G- November 2008
Siren Stream
The sweet melody of the siren stream
Melts ones mind in the glories of dream
Peace and rest for tired spirit it does bring
While the breezes through willow leaves sing
To the chorus is added the song of birds
That poets struggle to transform into mere words
Though justice he can never give that song
He will grasp to try to remember long
G- November 2008
Caterpillar
Caterpillar, funny worm
Moves between leaf and twig
Fuzzy little crawling fellow
Moves slowly without care
Graceful as it flies by
The butterfly in flight
Lands near Caterpillar
The brief sunny hour to share
The woolly worm then feels
An emotion never known
Jealousy at the beauty
The wings without compare
Why do you come to mock
To show up my ugly garb
Not invited you were to land
And intrude my space there
The butterfly laughed at him
And said she did not mean harm
Was just trying to be friendly
If offensive would move on
But he thought the other knew
That changes were coming soon
And then he would understand
When his new garb he would don
The fussy insect snorted
As he slowly crawled away
And the butterfly did sigh
And fluttered into air
That eve the caterpillar
Deep chill upon his core
Curled up into a leaf
Formed a comfy lay up there
But in the morn he woke not
At least not all the way
He did not seem to care
It seemed right to be at rest
Finally he awoke
Slumber of a length unknown
He only knew he felt strange
In a space so compressed
Breaking the confining shell
Almost tipped when he felt air
Looking up above his back
Saw majestic yellow wings
Then he fully understood
That a butterfly was he
The other did not mock him
Soaring to the air he sings
G- November 2008
Moves between leaf and twig
Fuzzy little crawling fellow
Moves slowly without care
Graceful as it flies by
The butterfly in flight
Lands near Caterpillar
The brief sunny hour to share
The woolly worm then feels
An emotion never known
Jealousy at the beauty
The wings without compare
Why do you come to mock
To show up my ugly garb
Not invited you were to land
And intrude my space there
The butterfly laughed at him
And said she did not mean harm
Was just trying to be friendly
If offensive would move on
But he thought the other knew
That changes were coming soon
And then he would understand
When his new garb he would don
The fussy insect snorted
As he slowly crawled away
And the butterfly did sigh
And fluttered into air
That eve the caterpillar
Deep chill upon his core
Curled up into a leaf
Formed a comfy lay up there
But in the morn he woke not
At least not all the way
He did not seem to care
It seemed right to be at rest
Finally he awoke
Slumber of a length unknown
He only knew he felt strange
In a space so compressed
Breaking the confining shell
Almost tipped when he felt air
Looking up above his back
Saw majestic yellow wings
Then he fully understood
That a butterfly was he
The other did not mock him
Soaring to the air he sings
G- November 2008
Dec 28, 2008
Friends
A friend is one that shares their joy
Friends are something so rare in life
One who takes from another their pain
Is there for their part to help in all strife
Always available to exchange a joke
Provide understanding with a hug
Listen when the other needs to say
Brush off harsh words with just a shrug
A friend is one who understands distress
Who deals with their friend with only trust
Keeps all trusts without compromise
Sacrifices for the other when they must
Who can often know what is unsaid
Knows the truth of another’s heart
Does not judge, gives only advice
Stays in touch when far apart
Friends are those destined to meet
Share love unconditional for their core
They are not perfect, but try their best
When one needs help they try to give more
When friends can be lovers as well
Exchanging passion and still be friends
Raising the blessing to an even higher level
This is a gift only destiny can send
This is a truth of life that is good
This holds meaning beyond mere words
A purpose that drives ones very being
This makes life seem as it should
G- December 2008
Friends are something so rare in life
One who takes from another their pain
Is there for their part to help in all strife
Always available to exchange a joke
Provide understanding with a hug
Listen when the other needs to say
Brush off harsh words with just a shrug
A friend is one who understands distress
Who deals with their friend with only trust
Keeps all trusts without compromise
Sacrifices for the other when they must
Who can often know what is unsaid
Knows the truth of another’s heart
Does not judge, gives only advice
Stays in touch when far apart
Friends are those destined to meet
Share love unconditional for their core
They are not perfect, but try their best
When one needs help they try to give more
When friends can be lovers as well
Exchanging passion and still be friends
Raising the blessing to an even higher level
This is a gift only destiny can send
This is a truth of life that is good
This holds meaning beyond mere words
A purpose that drives ones very being
This makes life seem as it should
G- December 2008
Kiss
Mother’s breath brushes babe’s forehead
Lips touch gently the sleeping child
Even through slumber carry the love
Calm the forming mind from all things wild
Gentle kiss to young ones scrape
Make all trace of pain dissolve away
The same in the dark of night
Keeps the phantom spawn away
Slobber sharing, grime and dirt
And whatever else is whipped on shirt
Naught else can make the golden years of more worth
Than the attention of a child’s kiss and mirth
Kisses of joy and kisses of love
These are gifts without compare
A brush of lips warmth of breath
An instant of time that life we share
This is a truth of life that is good
A joy that no can ever erode
Through the instant may pass, the truth lives on
Of a time when life seems as it should
Lips touch gently to the back of the hand
That subtle brush of lips to skin
Warm radiates as rings on water expand
Invokes a movement of spirit deep within
A touch f moist air to the nape of the neck
Delivers spikes of pleasure down the spine
While a light whisper and lips to lobes of the ear
Set beads of sweat as dew on the morning vine
Moist and silky soft lips join together then part
Then fluidly slip over cheek and brow
A smooth caress over supple skin
Will melts as it flowers to bliss of love to endow
Again lips meet, with feathery touch
Tender taste of being as tongue caresses mouth’s crease
Margin and fold, easily to the corners
Until they part with a light sigh of release
One more time lips meet and hold
Exchanging between every breath
As if the catch the others soul
A caring of love that could ward off death
Deep union of heart and mind
Heedless joining of complete concentration
The outside world pauses for a time
The being is shaken to its foundation
This is a truth of life that is good
Love without measure between two true
Exchange of life, of essence, of soul
This is a moment that life seems as it should
A kiss is a moment of care divine
A moment of passions exchange with no compare
This is a time of life that is as it should be
This is a truth of life that is good.
G- December 2008
Lips touch gently the sleeping child
Even through slumber carry the love
Calm the forming mind from all things wild
Gentle kiss to young ones scrape
Make all trace of pain dissolve away
The same in the dark of night
Keeps the phantom spawn away
Slobber sharing, grime and dirt
And whatever else is whipped on shirt
Naught else can make the golden years of more worth
Than the attention of a child’s kiss and mirth
Kisses of joy and kisses of love
These are gifts without compare
A brush of lips warmth of breath
An instant of time that life we share
This is a truth of life that is good
A joy that no can ever erode
Through the instant may pass, the truth lives on
Of a time when life seems as it should
Lips touch gently to the back of the hand
That subtle brush of lips to skin
Warm radiates as rings on water expand
Invokes a movement of spirit deep within
A touch f moist air to the nape of the neck
Delivers spikes of pleasure down the spine
While a light whisper and lips to lobes of the ear
Set beads of sweat as dew on the morning vine
Moist and silky soft lips join together then part
Then fluidly slip over cheek and brow
A smooth caress over supple skin
Will melts as it flowers to bliss of love to endow
Again lips meet, with feathery touch
Tender taste of being as tongue caresses mouth’s crease
Margin and fold, easily to the corners
Until they part with a light sigh of release
One more time lips meet and hold
Exchanging between every breath
As if the catch the others soul
A caring of love that could ward off death
Deep union of heart and mind
Heedless joining of complete concentration
The outside world pauses for a time
The being is shaken to its foundation
This is a truth of life that is good
Love without measure between two true
Exchange of life, of essence, of soul
This is a moment that life seems as it should
A kiss is a moment of care divine
A moment of passions exchange with no compare
This is a time of life that is as it should be
This is a truth of life that is good.
G- December 2008
Companions True
Precious, gentle purrs at ones feet
Tail up and back arched turn
Demanding nothing more than attention
Giving peace of mind in return
Sad eye to those that do not know
Actually wells of love to the soul
Content to lay with head upon lap
Your shared solace her only goal
Companion and friend of fur and paw
There unconditional without question
Comfort us when we are down
Even do as they can to give us protection
Warmer of feet and guardian of blanket
Never will he let you be bothered by a bird
But also there to fight an intruder
And warn of danger to others unheard
Feather and fill and voice so clear
To others only a nuisance of a pet
They don’t know to look and listen
Of any being, she read my mind best
Some call them pets, those of shallow hearts
These are living beings that know our core
Closer than many who claim kinship
These are ones who without judgment adore
These are companions that are good
Loving without question or condition
Guided by the misconception we deserve
Sharing joy of life that seems as it should
G- December 2008
Tail up and back arched turn
Demanding nothing more than attention
Giving peace of mind in return
Sad eye to those that do not know
Actually wells of love to the soul
Content to lay with head upon lap
Your shared solace her only goal
Companion and friend of fur and paw
There unconditional without question
Comfort us when we are down
Even do as they can to give us protection
Warmer of feet and guardian of blanket
Never will he let you be bothered by a bird
But also there to fight an intruder
And warn of danger to others unheard
Feather and fill and voice so clear
To others only a nuisance of a pet
They don’t know to look and listen
Of any being, she read my mind best
Some call them pets, those of shallow hearts
These are living beings that know our core
Closer than many who claim kinship
These are ones who without judgment adore
These are companions that are good
Loving without question or condition
Guided by the misconception we deserve
Sharing joy of life that seems as it should
G- December 2008
Eyes
The eye, a person’s inner window
To the depths of the soul
A portal to one’s heart
The essence that makes one whole
Eyes that relay more with one glance
Than volumes of words can ever say
Words can be shaped to tailor a story
Bur from truth the eyes can never sway
There are those without souls
These can even deceive with their eyes
Without conscious to even force truth
These can hide, can cover their lies
Bur for those which have any humanity
The eyes are mirrors of the mind
They convey pain and sorrow, show compassion,
Expose the heart of the kind
Depth of love beyond written word
Sound of voice cannot profess
The truth held in a love ones eyes
That can hold a heart and a mind posses
The eyes of one that you love
The sparkle of passion in that sight
Meaning carried in that look
That can carry a mate through the night
A look a thing of beauty so good
Truth of the soul is held in the eyes
Pass to the mind, a gift of love
When life seems as it should.
G- December 2008
To the depths of the soul
A portal to one’s heart
The essence that makes one whole
Eyes that relay more with one glance
Than volumes of words can ever say
Words can be shaped to tailor a story
Bur from truth the eyes can never sway
There are those without souls
These can even deceive with their eyes
Without conscious to even force truth
These can hide, can cover their lies
Bur for those which have any humanity
The eyes are mirrors of the mind
They convey pain and sorrow, show compassion,
Expose the heart of the kind
Depth of love beyond written word
Sound of voice cannot profess
The truth held in a love ones eyes
That can hold a heart and a mind posses
The eyes of one that you love
The sparkle of passion in that sight
Meaning carried in that look
That can carry a mate through the night
A look a thing of beauty so good
Truth of the soul is held in the eyes
Pass to the mind, a gift of love
When life seems as it should.
G- December 2008
Hug
A warm greeting of a friend
Squeeze of shoulders, just a pat of care
Sing of wishes, symbol of respect
A message sent, familiarity to share
A parent’s love, for child great or small
From bumps in the night, or an awful fall
Those arms of healing create a space
Form pain and fear a safety wall
To one in pain of heart from loss
That warm clinch above any cost
The care conveyed in that simple act
Share the load to one who feels lost
For one familiar to lay together
To share a care through full embrace
Provides a union beyond compare
A strength of ease expressed with grace
Joined together a feeling no other can compare
To the love that two can simply share
With an ac so easy, so natural, so pure
As two at once the same spare share
Two embrace in passion entwined
Melt into a single being
Or comfort to heal in apology
To hide tears from others seeing
Few things approach, much less surpass
The raw emotion of a hug shared
As two unite with hearts combine
Minds meld as souls are paired
This is a thing of unmeasured good
This is a simple truth of life
A jewel of reality, an embrace in love
A moment when life seems as it should.
G- December 2008
Squeeze of shoulders, just a pat of care
Sing of wishes, symbol of respect
A message sent, familiarity to share
A parent’s love, for child great or small
From bumps in the night, or an awful fall
Those arms of healing create a space
Form pain and fear a safety wall
To one in pain of heart from loss
That warm clinch above any cost
The care conveyed in that simple act
Share the load to one who feels lost
For one familiar to lay together
To share a care through full embrace
Provides a union beyond compare
A strength of ease expressed with grace
Joined together a feeling no other can compare
To the love that two can simply share
With an ac so easy, so natural, so pure
As two at once the same spare share
Two embrace in passion entwined
Melt into a single being
Or comfort to heal in apology
To hide tears from others seeing
Few things approach, much less surpass
The raw emotion of a hug shared
As two unite with hearts combine
Minds meld as souls are paired
This is a thing of unmeasured good
This is a simple truth of life
A jewel of reality, an embrace in love
A moment when life seems as it should.
G- December 2008
Touch
Light touch of hands
Fingers to fingers
A gentle squeeze
A brush that lingers
A passing brush
And nothing more
A soft caress
To the heart bores
Clasping of hands
Silent sharing love
As souls fit together
Like well worn gloves
A rub on the neck
Message the small of back
Relieve tension from the day
So much feeling can touch pack
This is a thing good
This is a truth of life
Something to live for
Where life seems as it should.
G- December 2008
Fingers to fingers
A gentle squeeze
A brush that lingers
A passing brush
And nothing more
A soft caress
To the heart bores
Clasping of hands
Silent sharing love
As souls fit together
Like well worn gloves
A rub on the neck
Message the small of back
Relieve tension from the day
So much feeling can touch pack
This is a thing good
This is a truth of life
Something to live for
Where life seems as it should.
G- December 2008
Dec 26, 2008
*My Angel
From Annie Lennox
Underneath this canopy turning to snow
Where forty-nine winters take a heavy toll
But where did you go? Where did you go?
I have not been held by you since so long ago.
And I believe in you, I believe in you
Like babies in a mothers gentle arms
I have never given up like you asked me
Where did you go that you are not in my arms?
Well she's gone from where she said she wanted to be.
Back to where she came from, taking my soul
When she came asked me to take her heart and soul
Leaving no chance for me to ever be whole.
Angel, My Angel, Fly over me, Angel
Those haunting eyes robbed me of my very will
The words of love melted my past vows of past
Angel, My Angel, I wait for you still
She took my life within her own two hands
She took my future, within her loving heart
And no-one can tell me, what I can do now
I promised to never give up even apart
And I believed in you, I believed in you
Each time you told me you would never depart
Even when you let me down, I still believe
Where did you go, taking with you my heart?
Well she gone to be with her her maker
Then very one she asked be to save her from.
Angel, my Angel, please fly back home to be
I wait even as just a shell I become
I promised I would never give up on you
So in this hollow world I stand and await
Angel, my Angel, I am easy to find
Just waiting here to be rescued from hell's gate.
Angel, my Angel, Fly back over me
Angel, my Angel, Where can she be?
Dec 22, 2008
Thank You
Thank You, is such an easy phrase to say
But seems to be such a rare thing to hear
Friend and foe alike ignore courtesy
Not even those that we hold to be dear
Thank You, such is a simple pair of words
Yet it evidently causes such pain
Ripping at the throat with a burning flame
We just go ahead once more and abstain
Thank You, carries with it so much meaning
Yet on the rare occasion that it's heard
It carries any meaning from the heart
Just to fill an obligation incurred
Thank You, an easy gesture we teach kids
But as adult courtesy no longer lives
No mater who it is that share their best
Nor how much from the heart the person gives
Thank you, from one loved would seem straight forward
For what they share without thought to all lost
Though they might give up their everything
Cast aside all even knowing the cost
Thank You, not even given sacrifice
Gifts meant to be shared, the given away
Sacrifice for ones not even known
Then transferred to others with no delay
Thank You, shared not even with a lover
Just as well as they would have no meaning
To one easily cast aside, forgotten
Even when the other thanks to them sing
Thank You, always seem to be forgotten
Amongst friends that often exchange humor
Spending years together trying to amuse
Each becoming only a consumer
Thank You, seems such an easy phrase to say
So why is it so seldom that we hear
Is it simply we only want to take
Do we care as little as seems to appear
Thank You, a phrase now with you I utter
For the decade with many here I spent
Many good times that I've exchanged
I have no idea where all the time went
Thank You, for all we the times we shared
Thank You, for every shared song and link
Thank You, for the times you made me laugh
Thank You, for the times you made me think
But seems to be such a rare thing to hear
Friend and foe alike ignore courtesy
Not even those that we hold to be dear
Thank You, such is a simple pair of words
Yet it evidently causes such pain
Ripping at the throat with a burning flame
We just go ahead once more and abstain
Thank You, carries with it so much meaning
Yet on the rare occasion that it's heard
It carries any meaning from the heart
Just to fill an obligation incurred
Thank You, an easy gesture we teach kids
But as adult courtesy no longer lives
No mater who it is that share their best
Nor how much from the heart the person gives
Thank you, from one loved would seem straight forward
For what they share without thought to all lost
Though they might give up their everything
Cast aside all even knowing the cost
Thank You, not even given sacrifice
Gifts meant to be shared, the given away
Sacrifice for ones not even known
Then transferred to others with no delay
Thank You, shared not even with a lover
Just as well as they would have no meaning
To one easily cast aside, forgotten
Even when the other thanks to them sing
Thank You, always seem to be forgotten
Amongst friends that often exchange humor
Spending years together trying to amuse
Each becoming only a consumer
Thank You, seems such an easy phrase to say
So why is it so seldom that we hear
Is it simply we only want to take
Do we care as little as seems to appear
Thank You, a phrase now with you I utter
For the decade with many here I spent
Many good times that I've exchanged
I have no idea where all the time went
Thank You, for all we the times we shared
Thank You, for every shared song and link
Thank You, for the times you made me laugh
Thank You, for the times you made me think
Dec 18, 2008
Angel of Mercy
Angel Of Mercy, A title you earned
Angel Of Mercy, A title you try to refuse
Sacrifice so much of your self
For family, friends, for strangers without worth
Give your whole your very heart away
Keeping nothing for your own
Touch the heart of so many
Touch them to their very soul
Refuse to even take credit
For any of the things you do
Angel Of Mercy, Healer of so many
Angel Of Mercy, With no justice of your own
Little Girl that is so dear to me
Only accepts the good in others
Will not see your own worth
Nor that you should be proud
Others are proud of you
Understand what you had to do
How unfair life has been
And what you do for us
You are a gift to me
That I met at my deepest need
You give me what little strength I have
Little Girl, dear to so many
Angel Of Mercy, A title you try to refuse
Sacrifice so much of your self
For family, friends, for strangers without worth
Give your whole your very heart away
Keeping nothing for your own
Touch the heart of so many
Touch them to their very soul
Refuse to even take credit
For any of the things you do
Angel Of Mercy, Healer of so many
Angel Of Mercy, With no justice of your own
Little Girl that is so dear to me
Only accepts the good in others
Will not see your own worth
Nor that you should be proud
Others are proud of you
Understand what you had to do
How unfair life has been
And what you do for us
You are a gift to me
That I met at my deepest need
You give me what little strength I have
Little Girl, dear to so many
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