What is it you ask of me?What is it you ask of me?The scars are deep You cannot see,What is it You ask of me?Lightening strikes just once they say,Electric dreams can guide your wayTo places etched within your mind,Take my heart and you will findYou're safe for all eternity What was it you asked of me?
Thoughts!Thoughts can surround you,bombard and astound fewthey start a new day,and end in a waythat fill up our heads,at night in our beds.Thoughts can employ,and often destroyour hearts and our minds,when they chose to rewindthe yesterday voices,that were often unkind.Thoughts can bring laughter,to now and hereafteror send us within,in a giant tailspinand dread coming out,to a world full of doubt.But…Thoughts can bring starts,that can overflow heartswhen your love has survived,amongst battles contrivedthe one thought that stays,Is that life's good, always!
Compassion Of The Heart...Come over here and talk to me,I told my little boy."Oh mom I'm mad, my brand new friend,stole my only toy!""My dear sweet son, it pains me so,to see you so upset, but there's one thingyou ought to know, one thing you won't forget.""Please mother tell me, what it isthis thing I ought to mind? Can I buy it, is it newor maybe does it wind?"Ah my son it's nothing new, it's been around awhileIt's something that I always knew, that won't go out of style!Son, it's nothing stores can sell, or put upon a shelf,it's not a truck or Lego set, or some poor garden elf.Son there's some that don't have much,your friend and many more...but we will find another toy,in another store!It's sad of course your toy is gone, theft is never right...but think of how your friend might feel, without a toy in sight.Of course he may have borrowed it, cause friends they often doI mean to say what is a friend? What does that mean to you
Compassion Of The Heart!Come over here and talk to me,I told my little boy.“Oh Mom I’m mad, my brand new friend,stole my only toy!”My dear sweet son, it pains me so,to see you so upset. But there’s one thingyou ought to know, one thing you won’t forget!“Please mother tell me, what it isthis thing I ought to mind? Can I buy it, is it new ormaybe does it wind?”Ah my son it’s nothing new, it’s been around awhile.It’s something that I always know, that won’t go out of style!Son it’s nothing stores can sell, or put upon a shelf,It’s not a truck or Lego set, or some poor garden elf.Son, there’s some that don’t have much,your friend and many more. But we will find another toy,in another store!It’s sad of course your toy is gone, theft is never right…But,think of how your friend might feel, without a toy in sight!Of course he may have borrowed it, cause friend’s they often doI mean to sa
005. Un-breakableMy body bruised and verbally abusedin a corner, alone and afraidmy heart with its tread marks, imprinted, engrainedfrom the words, you poignantly betrayed.Your cruelty spewed forth, like poisonous barbsthat latched on and couldn't retreatyour devious laugh, like a caged baboondelirious in your own conceit.To do battle alone, against an innocent childwith no voice to shout back with disdainis the ultimate, despicable, un-noble actone could ever imagine, nor explain.I’m a big girl now, with a child of my ownwho has never known anyone’s wrathI’ll defend to the end, with unconditional loveand lead him, to take his own path.Un-breakable is my spirit, un-yielding is my soulprotected with the armour, like a fortress cladded wallthat staves off the evil, the bad and unkindthe cycle has ended, I conquered it all!
For ALL my online friends and watchers!PC PRAYERDear Lord:Every single eveningAs I'm lying here in bedThis tiny little prayerKeeps running through my head.God bless my Mom and DadAnd all my familyKeep them warm and safe from harmFor they're so close to me.And God, there is one more thingI wish that you could do.Hope you don't mind me asking,Bless my computer too.Now I know that it's not normalTo bless a mother board,But listen just a secondWhile I explain it to you Lord.You see, that little metal boxHolds more than odds & endsInside those small compartmentsRest so many of my FRIENDS.I know so much about themBy the kindness that they giveAnd this little scrap of metalTakes me in, to where they live.By faith is how I know themMuch the same as I know youWe share in what life brings usAnd from that our friendship grew.Please, take an extra minuteFrom your duties up aboveTo bless those in my address bookThat's filled with so much love!Wherever else this prayer may reachTo each and every friend,
Eternity Comes Only Once ...In a dream of eternal youthwith beautiful eyes and unspoken truths,dancing on a thin thread drawn by Selenain a blue night when all four winds talking about peace;...In that unique poem when loveshines more than the Sun God on your ring finger,weaving lasting hopes on a delicate cobwebin a white day of the beginning of all beginnings;...In a cold afternoon of Decemberwith memories which surrounds the Arctic Circle,melting everlasting snows that floods the time, paradoxically, leaving behind them the fire which burns your heart;....In the black hole of a single moment,with pain, with answers, with courage, maybe with joy, or Not,Waltz with the time between seconds,Eternity comes only once...
Soul MatesBetween dream and moon tides,The light weaves a new day.A first glimmer lights the darkness,Where even still a shadow lay.For ages swings a songFrom star guardians into the worldAnd first diamonds glitter,Where luminosity falls on the water.The young morning is still hesitating,Promising us hardly the return.Still the night wraps up the lifeAnd silently breathes the great sea.Then … finally, the golden time calls.Water marries to the light.And shining our heart swaysWhere sunshine breaks through waves.The wind carries my soulOn its wings away from hereTo green valleys, ocean lights,To blue lakes, to you.You are the life, you are the dream.You are my soul and my light.And when the day draws to a close again,I will not forget you.
October Full MoonYour blood-red fruit in the sky let my soul flow,You draw me slowly to yearning distances,And while the crows’ croaks echo on foggy fields,I travel to the stars, full of nostalgia.The wind in the willows whistles with sorrowful flute tune,And while I follow you to the destinations of our dreams,I cast a glance at the scenery full of fruits.From the depth of the earth, song and whisper raise.Our love was already gone before it began.I could only search but I never found you.The sand of the hourglass vanished between our hands,I had to get over the unavoidable farewell.The gossamers of past dreamsCover my thoughts like a web.They make the brown-colored leafless trees shakeAs well as my walk.October full moon, take me with you on the journey.Help me to fly to the other side of summer.In a magical, eternal wayYou and I will walk together under the fresh green leaves.
Between Heaven and HellEveryone has a story to tellThe time and place the falls from grace.We all walk at our own paceforever attempting to win the illusionary race.So I took the time, to sit and rewind....granted pause to the cause, reflections of the mind.Years upon years slowly drifted on by...Journeys left behind slumbering alongside the road of unknown,collecting dirt and debris, anxiously awaiting to be set free, but could not flee...no one to save me and turn the key.Everything has a time and a place within the enchanted space.A story to tell of heaven and hell...Realise this upon states of bliss,In the beginning we all fell--in the end we all shall fall.Can no longer ignore the ancient call.
Messsage in a bottleSometimes people cry out for help,I think we all have witnessed it,We watch them break,We watch their tears,And we see something in their eyes,The last piece of hope,The hope that as well could be a message in a bottle.Who will ever know if someone noticed that tiny little bottle in the ocean,Or if they did,Did they pick it up?I have seen a lot of bottles in my time,And most of the time I pick them up,But I notice quite a few times I don´t,It is like they become invisible,Even if they scream loudly right in front of you,I think something is wrong,Why do we leave the bottle in the ocean?I clearly can see they need help,And I see it,I really do,How can you pretend not to?
Variable TruthI do not know my futureI cannot see the vagaries ofTime's tidesThe ebbs and flows elude meYet, for all the uncertaintiesin all the chaos ofdistance traveledtime spentandsouls lost andgained,there is one string that I can followone thread that shines for me andthrough methat pulses in time with my heartYoursI swear, even across this expansethis eternityI can almost seeyou
TIMEDay becomes nightA Beginning is an endTomorrow was yesterdayThe future is the pastAn hour becomes a minuteA second was a yearQuickly moving backwardSlowly moving forwardLife is deathDeath was lifeStart at the finishFinish at the start
Just BelieveAren't wewhat we thinkuntil we dieIsn't lifejust a blinkof an eyeShouldn't wetry to thinkof happy thingsand try hardernot to sinkinto deep mood swingsSometimes it's allabout tears and sorrowfears and hollowbut try to keepyour weary eyeson tomorrowthere will bebetter dayswarm sunraysnever give upnever lose faithit's never too late<i>
AnswersIt's hard to smile when you don't want to,acting tough,when you are broken;...when you want to help everyone around you,but they just act cold and no one understands how you feel;no one wants to know how you feel...it's hurtful and you can't even say anything about it,you can't just say:"no one understands me!" it sounds so foolish to everyone,but it's real and it's really painful.I always wondered why it is,the way It Is?!... I found some amasing words I called them answers...People are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered. Forgive them anyway.If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Be kind anyway.If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies. Succeed anyway.If you are honest and sincere people may deceive you. Be honest and sincere anyway.What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight. Create anyway.If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous. Be happy anyway.The good y
StarlightI walk along a road of dreamspaved withexpectations andwishesstepping on stones of starry-eyedwonderandregretalive for all my failings andcontent for my lack of fulfillmentalways uplifted and upliftingupon this winding, wendingslow-spiral upwardsTreading on hope and faith with whatgraceI can manageas awash in lucidityas the stellar nurseries of mychildhoodWould you believe that I saw it all with myheart,not my eyes?
The illusion of realityIs this the real world we see?Or is it just an illusion of reality?Will death be the thing to set us free?Or is that just a weird mentality?Is life just an illusion?Do we perhaps preserve things differently?And is this all just a big delusion?We want the people to think freeBut can they be free if they need to follow the rules?Can they break free,Without being branded as fools?If we want to know moreAnd learn the real truthWe have to venture in the unknown moreA wise man doesn't take the road everybody seesA wise man travels off the road and leaves a track
justit started out as a message of honest to god tearshonest to god honestyand she was saying she was saying she wasa mistake and we were we were mistakingmeaningless signs for road signs to somewhere wherethe great elsewhereand a qu-quiet whisper-per transformedtwisted twisted and bent and bled andher voice her voice became this monster this monster offeedback and static and feedback and feedback and heartache(the sound of heartache rips the space between your ears till you are nothing left but lightness and heaviness all in one space all in one spaceand you can't breathe you can't breathe you can't fucking breathe or hear or see or taste a goddamn thing)it was all noise noise noise noise no-oise-sebouncing in the fissures of a love-torn mindand it was it was the sensation of falling awaythen the greatness of the jumbled sounddissipated like a f o gandyou saw along the path w
Buried BeatThe emotions I seekdeep below, out of . . .r e a c h. . .At times it seems safe that way,no one knows,no one speaks.Of the pain in the shadowsan IMPULSE,something sparks,something weak,something . . .b e a t s. . .A long forgotten charma play on melodya song, a sigha familiar chord...an echo,A longing, a piercing so deep,Coming closer,the soul (heart) ache of the tragicsoaring to its PEAK.
words for the anxiousinescapable fingers curled cage upon her facelips, red and parted, shine through phalangeal barsgentle nostril flair as she expels airand inhalesfluttering hair draped, touching tangled thoughts draining darkness creeps up her throat , encompassingher whole being to shake muscles aching and tensed bymuffled murmurs (indecipherable, unimportant)her trembling chingiving in to terror of some unknown threat still present and reflected in wet eyestears trapped in surface tension shimmergasp over the lump in her throat obstacles for oxygenmind is losinglost
1The moon and the starsAre extremely lovely, butYou are much brighter
and we wondered how she spends her daysmost days, she is afraid to be.some days, she looks into the sky and sees herself fallingand then ceasing to be."one day" she says, "one day I will beafraid to bedead."
nonsensefake and finethe fucking farce--frenching fallacies is fancied philosophyfor fatherless fools.
DisintegratingI was never one of the birds,Just silly enough to look into the skyAnd pretend.There's a man I know; he's forgotten a piece of himself, I think.He says he can't fold the butterflies anymore.He's lying, I promiseAnd I love him anyway.I never understood him when he said I was made of soot.The hurricane boy's at my window again. HeComes to me late at night and taps on the glass."The weather is so lovely this evening," he tells me.I go outside and he trades me his rainwater tearsFor all the beats my heart has skipped.He keeps them in manilla envelopes and hides themUnder his bed.I've become addicted to the dreaming, to make-believing I'm blind and deaf for a little while.It's starting to be too difficult for me to tell which is wakingAnd which is sleeping any longer.My chronic day-dreamingIs getting worse. I can't even remember them, and I'm losing trackOf the days.Maybe if I close me eyesFor just a few minutes more.
Affair Of The Heart!LovemeasuresHeart'streasures!