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Heart made of Stone
When you make a house out of cards,
The slightest of breezes can topple it
When you make a house of wood,
A fire can devastate in a flash.
A house made of stone can withstand
Both wind and flame without weakening.
A true heart with pureness in love
With unwavering conviction
Of what is truth and perfection
Could never be toppled or destroyed
It can only be strengthened
And fortified in its state
While it laughs at the pebbles of doubt
And smirks at the rocks of hate
These dark, long, lonely nightsare soon to be changed. The Sun is making her way back,past the clouds, past the rain, past the darkness.
I have faith, hope, and patience to wait for the Sun's gifts of light,and warmth
dispelling the darkness, shining through clouds , radiating warmth and giving new life to those things that have wilted in the cold, and dark season.
My wilted, caged, and lonely heart will rise again to give love. Just because I can't see or feel the Sun's radiance,light, and warmth through the clouds, doesn't mean she isn't there.
She is waiting,... (more)
A mere thought enters my open and wounded heart.
It begins to grow thicker and thicker,
Like a bacteria in a Petri dish, it grows and festers
Taking over the wound as it’s new home, its new acquisition,
Stolen, and conquered like barbaric warriors take over their spoils,
Like fierce ants that feed on a corpse
Till its hollowed shell crumbles and disintegrates into dust
Then is swept away by a brisk and cold wind.
I shout at God for help,
And then I beg for relief from this hunger, this burden of thoughts
That pounds me into... (more)
Are you the one?
I may never know
Why is love so hard to show
We said goodbye
It was pouring rain
Not knowing if i would see you again
Letting you be
Setting you free
Releases me from feeling more pain
The sun shines here
Hot and bright
I dont care anymore
Everyday is night
The darkness comes in the broad daylight
Without you there is no delight
Lonliness is heavy
A burden, a chore
Memories of you
Makes me want more
I am drowning in tears
Because it may... (more)
You are The Lyrics
You are the lyrics
To my perfect Song
I hear music without lyrics,
just the pureness of sound
Rhythm and melody and vibe.
Music without words,
Like my love without you.
It is there, it is beautiful
it is pure it exists in my soul,
without touching you,
Your skin , your hair,
Your smell, your warmth.
You are the lyrics to my song.
the one that rhythmically hums along
With the melody of your memory.
A song is still a song without words, or voice,
It is whole... (more)
"The Passionate Poet"
Oh passionate poet, how do you do it?
How can you have so much passion, by the way, what is your passion?
My passion is everything I desire, everything I long for…
Everything I set my eyes on with love and is beyond my reach.
You see, if I had it all, I would have no desire, all I would want I would have
so I would hopefully be delighting in it.
The passion I write is about what I haven’t delighted in, or haven’t delighted in enough.
God’s gift to me, then God’s torture, which is also a gift, when seen from a poetic... (more)
Recently I saw an article about germs. People that are germo-phobes do not shake hands. I don't blame them, I have seen you walk out of the bathroom without washing your hands, and you know who you are . Some hygeine practices are just non-existant and poorly done by most people. People have become lax about germs and therefore spreading them abundantly and extensively.
Take money for instance, you find a coin or bill on the floor, do you pick it up, put it in your pocket, kiss it, pass it around, hand it to a homeless person on the street, snort some coke with it, pick up a dead... (more)
Standing alone in this crowded world,
Giving off the light of a heart full of joy and inspiration
Such a lovely place to be
Like a cypress tree blowing in a cold and windy storm
Alone in her strength, no forest for shelter
She withstands the pelting of the rain
No one hears her scream in solitude and fear
The sun rises, the eagle flies...
The statue of a dead hero holds a slew of pigeons
Knowing her day is a gift from God
She continues on her path, her journey of solitude
Realizing she has much... (more)
In my town, people are getting tickets for driving five miles over the speed limit, and paying upwards of three and four hundred dollars per ticket. The other day, I was walking along downtown and a policeman was giving a citation to a man in a very expensive looking car. He had crossed a double yellow solid line to get a parking space. As I was passing by, the radio on the cop's motorcycle was announcing a robbery and battery assault on a woman nearby. The cop was still engaged in writing his ticket without even lifting an eyebrow at what was just broadcast.
As I watched this unfold,... (more)
Curse you butterfly! You fiend, You monster.
Curse Your beauty, colorful, vibrant, splendid,
Blasted beast, horrid angel
Your afflicting, fluttering, fanciful, flame.
Your life Span so short
why, why is this beauty so limited
how you captivated my eyes, my heart, my soul,
then died so soon,
leaving me lost, despaired and deflated.
I have to choose between enjoying and appreciating every miniscule moment of a time in your radiance and joy
or refusing it all for the safety of my joyless heart that feels... (more)