My thoughts are always with you
Even if we're apart. Every breath that I draw
every beat of my heart is yours,
You are everything,
more than I ever dreamed, I've stumbled down
many rocky roads, but you inspire me
you resurrect the faith and passion
I thought had died so long ago
As long as I live,I want you to know
Forever faithfully,Yours for eternity
I'll walk beside you,encouraging your dreams
Lifting you up, through good times and bad
You can do anything,I'll be the strength you need
2
For so long I waited for true love
I searched east, west, low and above
Dreaming of true love every night
But there was no love for me in sight
Now that you are here my search is over
I finally found my four leaf clover
My thirst for love has been quenched
In your sweet love I am drenched
My hunger for love has been satisfied
I am deeply in love and mesmerized
Like the sun everyday your love is beaming
Oh my God, I can't believe I am not dreaming
3
The gentle breeze my love for you rides on is nothing compared
to the storm we face.
There's nothing I wouldn't do for you to keep you always
in my embrace.
I would've taken you anywhere; to the moon, to the stars,
to the sun.
But the gentle breeze has died down; the storm
has just begun.
4
Dreaming
as i heard your voice whisper in the wind
i listen ever so closely to heart every words
within your heart that's been aching for so
long needing a love that truly belongs.
as we drifted together in places that we
seen yet did not feel that's special
feelings we share today
feels like a dream is all it seems
floating in the clouds, walking in water,
climbing the highest mountain and knowing
that love like this could only be a dream
yet in our heart as we both know
we no longer have to dream no more.
you and i felt what was a dream
but today, my love, we live what we dream
sharing a love that's everlasting
and we no longer have to dream and dream.
5
If I close my eyes... we can be together;
In this place where only I can see you.
If I close my eyes... your touch warms my body;
I can feel the strength of your passion soothe me.
In a world so large, how did I manage to find you?
Like a soft breeze, you so gently walked into my life.
From the moment my eyes first looked upon you
I was taken forever, lost inside of you...
I can feel your lips press against mine.
How your scent intoxicates me
As I run my hands across your face,
Only to save your scent to run across mine.
Do you know that you have captured me?
I am forever under your spell.
When I see you walking towards me
My heart skips and butterflies are all about me.
I need to feel your heart race against my body.
The heat from your body is all I need.
Will you wrap your arms around me?
I need to breath the same rhythm as you.
Oh how you've taken my breath away.
My love, my desire to be with you grows.
The love I feel inside- burns.
Take me back to the place where the waves crashed;
Where only the moon shed its light on your face.
How do I make my fairytale come true?
What is the price I need to pay?
Only with you will I find my happy ending.
If I close my eyes we can be together
In the place where only I can see you.
I promise to love you forever;
I will never take my love away from you.
I promise to love you forever...
6
Shadows dancing on the sand,
a man and women walk hand in hand.
They watch the moon dance in the sky,
then watch the stars twinkle in each other's eyes.
They hear the waves crash on the shore,
then, just silence... and nothing more.
The horizon, so beautiful,
The breeze, so shy,
as the new day ascends into the sky.
The only people who matter,
Are you and are I.
7
very night I sit and think of our future
Will it still be you and me?
Every night I sit and think of the day that you will be leaving
That day isn't so far away, but it seems so deceiving
Every night I sit and think of the day that we met
I never knew that I could feel so strong
and that you I would never forget
Every night I sit and think about how my love
gets stronger from every touch of you
I just sit here and I can't believe that this feels so true
Every night I sit here and you are all that I think of
I sit here and wonder can this be true love?
Every night I sit here, close my eyes and pray
Hoping that when he finds out, he will feel the same way.
8
Here we stand
hand-in-hand
embroiled by love's brand
You my lover,
In this church, in God's house
One magical moment, one lovely date
With one love so special, one love so great
My forever love, my forever soulmate
I place a promise, to forever be your man
I promise a love beyond, which no man can understand
I give a token of my love, a ring on your hand
as I look into your eyes, and feel my heart realize
that we will forever, in love, stand
9
What can one compare love to?
At best the ravings of a madman.
Both can be unpredictable and harsh
and may push away a loving hand.
When handled with patience
and looked upon with a caring eye,
you can see what they are truly worth.
10
Just a picture is all I have
The picture and the memories...
Forever etched in my mind
Like a beautiful sunset you're afraid to forget
Because if you do, you lose that image of perfection...
That picture of beauty.
But they seem hardly adequate,
Barely enough to help me survive without you.
What they hold deep inside
11
A walk along a white sand beach is what I dream of
With your hand in mine
The tide rolling in as it splashes against our ankles
The beauty of the night is fading in around us
As the moon in its silver silhouette lights up the sky
We stop
I gaze into your eyes
Your lips touch mine
The tide is getting higher
and the waves are getting stronger
Your arms slip around my waist
and you have begun to pull me closer
My lips are against yours
but slowly moving away as yours move to places
I've only dreamed of
You stop
You whisper into my ear
I put my hand over your lips and say
I know.
The sun has begun to rise
Into a beautiful rainbow of oranges and yellows
I lay next to you and listen to you breathe
You wrapped tightly around my body
You wake
I pretend to be asleep
I feel you look into my eyes as you are watching me breathe
I feel you get closer and then your lips touch mine
I wake
I whisper
You put your hand over my lips and say
I know
But then I say but you don't, know
how it is to look into your eyes
and see the sunset and the sunrise.
But I do, when I am with you.
12
My love cascades
like a waterfall
into a sparkling pool of desire
Let's go for a swim together...
Grasp hold my hand
close your eyes...
and take a deep breath!
13
Most preserved love
unhindered and unfaltering
thru wind and rain and tears
I hold you close
The eyes blink again
and you are there
as if we were never apart
I hold you close
Did we not conquer
and overcome it all?
you swore it and it was so
I hold you close
I love you dearly
I keep you in my heart
I feel your arms around me
And you hold me close
14
None shall feel the pain that I felt
Ones seem to talk by themselves
about life, happiness, joy, pain, suffer,
Beliefs are gone... no one trust ones
Pain is nothing but the sounds
of an aching heart, being abandoned to die
by a woman or man,
Pleas'd yourselves,
into this kinds of joy...
the joy of pain,
Before all are gone and destroyed
by the power of emptiness, sweet lies,
and backstabbers.
Yet no one feel sthe loneliness of mine
As I buried them deep down inside
the deepest depth of my heart,
The scars caused by those pains,
are the memories of this heart of mine.
15
Love is like a longing, a pain from deep within,
Confusing even the smartest minds, making your insides spin.
It consists of two people, for once thinking the same,
Happening quite accidentally, there?s no one left to blame.
Although you may not mean to, it usually becomes too late,
Realizing this is happiness; you relax and place yourself
into the hands of fate.
Monday, August 20, 2012
POETRY: ECSTASY OF ROMANCE
When a young man cares for a girl,
his thoughts don't stray to pleasure of the flesh, but instead
to thoughts of beauty.
He thinks of moonlight walks under the starry blanket
of the night.
He thinks of holding a young woman in his arms when watching
a movie, and comforting her in times of sorrow.
He takes pleasure in seeing her smile after a rose has been given,
and his heart fills with excitement when somthing wonderful
happens to her.
He looks at her, not at her face or any other outside features,
but at her and who she is.
He listens to her stories, whether dull or exciting, and laughs
with her.
When a young man cares for a girl, yes, he looks for beauty,
not the kind that strikes the eye but the kind that strikes
the heart.
2
I've seen the star of heaven
and touched its burning glow.
I've seen the power of love
and felt how strong it grows.
I've been lost in the clouds
and flown above the trees.
I've felt how rejection burns
and drops me to my knees.
I've seen how people kiss
and I know how strong they care.
I've waited my whole life
for someone to just be there.
I've felt how a broken heart
will bury its pain so deep.
I've spent many lonely nights,
crying myself to sleep.
I've seen how life will pick you up
and take you for a ride.
I've seen how life will throw you down
and make you run and hide.
I've seen so many things in life
and nothing will compare.
I've gained so many things from life
for you and I to share.
I've seen many beautiful things
and I'm sure there's plenty more,
But you're the only precious gift
that my heart has eyes for.
3
That you seared this soul,
deeply into your own it grows;
Inside the storm this heart
moves as the winds blow.
That your mind has found
its path to my desires;
Showing me movement
and the force of your fires.
That your body fits into mine,
taking what it knows from before;
How I have made love to you and
how you have opened the door.
I would come to you,
no matter where;
Would give everything,
Oh how I would share.
I will love you no matter what,
traverse the most tempestous skies;
for a sheer moment with you inside,
your warmth pulling out my sighs.
Oh I will always belong to you.
Faith, Passion and Love all so True.
and now I give them
Only for you.
4
When I am alone at night
I let my mind open
And my body relax
For I know you are there
In the deepest part of my soul
You are the one who holds the key
To this once broken heart
Your love has mended it
Made it alive again
I close my eyes, and we are together
We make love like no one before
Our bodies become one
Our souls entwined
We've said it before and I'll say it again
You are me and I am you
This love is meant to be, we both feel it
I will give you all of me
And ask the same of you
Together forever, Me and You
5
His heart is everlasting, and he has an unbreakable soul,
He keeps from his friends his one and only goal.
The one, barely out of reach, brass ring,
The reason is that in his mind he hears angels sing.
He is willing to help her broken heart.
And after each rejection he will return to start.
He will tell her something good and honest just to receive her smiles,
If she had to leave, then to her he?d walk a thousand miles.
He would spend nights thinking of her in his sleep,
Because it is her natural beauty that he?d try his hardest to keep.
He is even willing to let her without a fight go.
And he would never try to let his negative feelings show.
They would both part in separate directions,
Both looking for new possible connections.
Each try to find an emotional healing trick,
But it is hard for the man,
Because he has realized he is nothing more than a hopeless romantic.
And his life is not full without love in his hand
6
Did I tell you
I envy the honeybee
That hovers around your neck
Attracted to the scent of your perfume?
Did I tell you
I envy the bandage
That has been entrusted to heal
The paper cut on your finger?
Did I tell you
I envy the words
On the pages you read
That dance in the reflections of your eyes?
Did I tell you
I envy the air
That inhales cool and exhales warm
From your soul?
Did I tell you
I envy the pencil
That you hold as you write
Words on paper?
Did I tell you
I envy the flush
That colors your face
When you laugh and smile?
If I have failed,
As I have and will,
My fondest desire is
That you know how I feel.
7
The ceaseless symphony of a tranquil sea
echoes through the canyons of my being
filling my emptiness with
thoughts of you.
As the pounding waves caress the shore
so too does my heart pound
with thoughts of you
endlessly etched in my essence.
A lonely pelican glides on currents
of warm wafting breezes.
And I gaze in wonder at its freedom
And as it hovers above the shore
So too does my heart hover
in awe of your essence.
The cry of the gulls
in their solitary nonchalance
Reminds me of the child, the baby
crying on the inside
To be held and nurtured
in a loving embrace.
The sea, in its endless surfsong
sings words of love
And I,
I sit by the shore
Enveloped
in the tide of your love.
8
If I was a flower,
I would bloom between your hands.
If I was spring,
I would make of your garden
A carpet of flowers.
If I was a star,
I would shine only for you,
And if I was the sun,
I would warm your heart
Day by day.
If I was an angel,
I would stay near you,
Night and day,
To help and protect you.
If I was the rain,
I would flow on you
As a cool and soft shower.
If I was a tree,
I would keep your house
Shielded from my shadow.
If I was the wind,
I would whisper tender words
In your ears,
And would softly caress your skin.
If I was a tear,
I would never pour on your cheek.
If I was the past,
I would have made our roads
Cross before...
And if I was God,
I would never have allowed your heart
To suffer and be torn.
I'm nothing of that,
Simply a man lost
On the other side of the world,
Who loves you passionately,
Who loves you madly.
But, like a flower,
I've bloomed
Between your oh, so tender hands.
Like a star,
I'll eternally shine
In the sky of your life.
Like the sun,
I'll always be there to warm your heart...
Like a guardian angel,
I want to be there forever, close to you,
To take care and protect you.
Like the rain,
I want to make your life
As cool as an eternal spring.
Like the wind,
I want to whisper my love in your ears
And softly caress your cheek...
And as your wife,
I want you to be mine
Just as I want to be yours forever.
I want you to be the happiest woman on Earth.
I'll go on loving you until my last breath.
I want nothing more
Than to share our lives,
Hand in hand, for eternity,
In peace, love, and happiness,
Because you're my half, my soulmate,
And I'm nothing without you...
9
Fire burned on the
ocean of life's pleasure,
Desire grew in the
land of love adventure,
When you and I
rollicked in the
ecstasy of romance...
And no one was there
but the echoes of our
heartbeats were heard
all over the world.
Mood rose in the
stillness of night's venture,
Emotion deepened at the
speed of light and thunder,
When you and I
embraced in the
paradise of love...
And no one was there
except our hearts
dancing to the tune
of the night.
Peace reigned in the
wilderness of love's treasure,
Horizon widened in the
forest of life's seduction,
When you and I
were at the peak
of dreams and yearnings...
Tears rolled down our eyes
passion filled up our hearts
and, together as one,
we broke all the barriers.
10
I am not whole
but only half of one,
the other lies in her bed
waiting for me
I am not whole
but only a shadow,
her kisses bring me
fully to life
I am not whole
but only a song,
her heart contains the ears
to hear me truly
I am not whole
but only a bright dream,
in her sleep I always
come back to her
I am not whole
but wholly in love,
my other half is so in love
with me
11
You're the first thing I think about every morning,
You're the last thing I think about at night,
A minute doesn't go by where I don't think about you.
You're the joy of my life,
The healer of my pain,
And I don't even know you...
I know you exist,
I you're out there somewhere,
Needing me as much as I need you.
So, everyday I will wait,
Everyday I will wait for you to rescue me,
Everyday I will wait to meet you.
12
the warm touch of your hand
the soft touch of those irrisistable lips.
the sexy stare from those sexy eyes.
the sweet feeling of being with you.
the trembling in my heart of me saying I LOVE YOU!
your beautiful smile on that fine face.
your dying stare that sping me over.
your delicious tongue that burns me deep.
your smooth body laying against mine.
your passionate spell, that has got my heart all twined.
it's the way you move when you sleep.
it's the way you talk, when your lips part.
it's those sexy eyes that caresses my body.
it's your sweet touch that keeps me close.
it's all about your love that keeps wanting to be a better man
when the soft touch of a butterfly's wing.
All that defined to me...
Is what your love means and brings to me.
his thoughts don't stray to pleasure of the flesh, but instead
to thoughts of beauty.
He thinks of moonlight walks under the starry blanket
of the night.
He thinks of holding a young woman in his arms when watching
a movie, and comforting her in times of sorrow.
He takes pleasure in seeing her smile after a rose has been given,
and his heart fills with excitement when somthing wonderful
happens to her.
He looks at her, not at her face or any other outside features,
but at her and who she is.
He listens to her stories, whether dull or exciting, and laughs
with her.
When a young man cares for a girl, yes, he looks for beauty,
not the kind that strikes the eye but the kind that strikes
the heart.
2
I've seen the star of heaven
and touched its burning glow.
I've seen the power of love
and felt how strong it grows.
I've been lost in the clouds
and flown above the trees.
I've felt how rejection burns
and drops me to my knees.
I've seen how people kiss
and I know how strong they care.
I've waited my whole life
for someone to just be there.
I've felt how a broken heart
will bury its pain so deep.
I've spent many lonely nights,
crying myself to sleep.
I've seen how life will pick you up
and take you for a ride.
I've seen how life will throw you down
and make you run and hide.
I've seen so many things in life
and nothing will compare.
I've gained so many things from life
for you and I to share.
I've seen many beautiful things
and I'm sure there's plenty more,
But you're the only precious gift
that my heart has eyes for.
3
That you seared this soul,
deeply into your own it grows;
Inside the storm this heart
moves as the winds blow.
That your mind has found
its path to my desires;
Showing me movement
and the force of your fires.
That your body fits into mine,
taking what it knows from before;
How I have made love to you and
how you have opened the door.
I would come to you,
no matter where;
Would give everything,
Oh how I would share.
I will love you no matter what,
traverse the most tempestous skies;
for a sheer moment with you inside,
your warmth pulling out my sighs.
Oh I will always belong to you.
Faith, Passion and Love all so True.
and now I give them
Only for you.
4
When I am alone at night
I let my mind open
And my body relax
For I know you are there
In the deepest part of my soul
You are the one who holds the key
To this once broken heart
Your love has mended it
Made it alive again
I close my eyes, and we are together
We make love like no one before
Our bodies become one
Our souls entwined
We've said it before and I'll say it again
You are me and I am you
This love is meant to be, we both feel it
I will give you all of me
And ask the same of you
Together forever, Me and You
5
His heart is everlasting, and he has an unbreakable soul,
He keeps from his friends his one and only goal.
The one, barely out of reach, brass ring,
The reason is that in his mind he hears angels sing.
He is willing to help her broken heart.
And after each rejection he will return to start.
He will tell her something good and honest just to receive her smiles,
If she had to leave, then to her he?d walk a thousand miles.
He would spend nights thinking of her in his sleep,
Because it is her natural beauty that he?d try his hardest to keep.
He is even willing to let her without a fight go.
And he would never try to let his negative feelings show.
They would both part in separate directions,
Both looking for new possible connections.
Each try to find an emotional healing trick,
But it is hard for the man,
Because he has realized he is nothing more than a hopeless romantic.
And his life is not full without love in his hand
6
Did I tell you
I envy the honeybee
That hovers around your neck
Attracted to the scent of your perfume?
Did I tell you
I envy the bandage
That has been entrusted to heal
The paper cut on your finger?
Did I tell you
I envy the words
On the pages you read
That dance in the reflections of your eyes?
Did I tell you
I envy the air
That inhales cool and exhales warm
From your soul?
Did I tell you
I envy the pencil
That you hold as you write
Words on paper?
Did I tell you
I envy the flush
That colors your face
When you laugh and smile?
If I have failed,
As I have and will,
My fondest desire is
That you know how I feel.
7
The ceaseless symphony of a tranquil sea
echoes through the canyons of my being
filling my emptiness with
thoughts of you.
As the pounding waves caress the shore
so too does my heart pound
with thoughts of you
endlessly etched in my essence.
A lonely pelican glides on currents
of warm wafting breezes.
And I gaze in wonder at its freedom
And as it hovers above the shore
So too does my heart hover
in awe of your essence.
The cry of the gulls
in their solitary nonchalance
Reminds me of the child, the baby
crying on the inside
To be held and nurtured
in a loving embrace.
The sea, in its endless surfsong
sings words of love
And I,
I sit by the shore
Enveloped
in the tide of your love.
8
If I was a flower,
I would bloom between your hands.
If I was spring,
I would make of your garden
A carpet of flowers.
If I was a star,
I would shine only for you,
And if I was the sun,
I would warm your heart
Day by day.
If I was an angel,
I would stay near you,
Night and day,
To help and protect you.
If I was the rain,
I would flow on you
As a cool and soft shower.
If I was a tree,
I would keep your house
Shielded from my shadow.
If I was the wind,
I would whisper tender words
In your ears,
And would softly caress your skin.
If I was a tear,
I would never pour on your cheek.
If I was the past,
I would have made our roads
Cross before...
And if I was God,
I would never have allowed your heart
To suffer and be torn.
I'm nothing of that,
Simply a man lost
On the other side of the world,
Who loves you passionately,
Who loves you madly.
But, like a flower,
I've bloomed
Between your oh, so tender hands.
Like a star,
I'll eternally shine
In the sky of your life.
Like the sun,
I'll always be there to warm your heart...
Like a guardian angel,
I want to be there forever, close to you,
To take care and protect you.
Like the rain,
I want to make your life
As cool as an eternal spring.
Like the wind,
I want to whisper my love in your ears
And softly caress your cheek...
And as your wife,
I want you to be mine
Just as I want to be yours forever.
I want you to be the happiest woman on Earth.
I'll go on loving you until my last breath.
I want nothing more
Than to share our lives,
Hand in hand, for eternity,
In peace, love, and happiness,
Because you're my half, my soulmate,
And I'm nothing without you...
9
Fire burned on the
ocean of life's pleasure,
Desire grew in the
land of love adventure,
When you and I
rollicked in the
ecstasy of romance...
And no one was there
but the echoes of our
heartbeats were heard
all over the world.
Mood rose in the
stillness of night's venture,
Emotion deepened at the
speed of light and thunder,
When you and I
embraced in the
paradise of love...
And no one was there
except our hearts
dancing to the tune
of the night.
Peace reigned in the
wilderness of love's treasure,
Horizon widened in the
forest of life's seduction,
When you and I
were at the peak
of dreams and yearnings...
Tears rolled down our eyes
passion filled up our hearts
and, together as one,
we broke all the barriers.
10
I am not whole
but only half of one,
the other lies in her bed
waiting for me
I am not whole
but only a shadow,
her kisses bring me
fully to life
I am not whole
but only a song,
her heart contains the ears
to hear me truly
I am not whole
but only a bright dream,
in her sleep I always
come back to her
I am not whole
but wholly in love,
my other half is so in love
with me
11
You're the first thing I think about every morning,
You're the last thing I think about at night,
A minute doesn't go by where I don't think about you.
You're the joy of my life,
The healer of my pain,
And I don't even know you...
I know you exist,
I you're out there somewhere,
Needing me as much as I need you.
So, everyday I will wait,
Everyday I will wait for you to rescue me,
Everyday I will wait to meet you.
12
the warm touch of your hand
the soft touch of those irrisistable lips.
the sexy stare from those sexy eyes.
the sweet feeling of being with you.
the trembling in my heart of me saying I LOVE YOU!
your beautiful smile on that fine face.
your dying stare that sping me over.
your delicious tongue that burns me deep.
your smooth body laying against mine.
your passionate spell, that has got my heart all twined.
it's the way you move when you sleep.
it's the way you talk, when your lips part.
it's those sexy eyes that caresses my body.
it's your sweet touch that keeps me close.
it's all about your love that keeps wanting to be a better man
when the soft touch of a butterfly's wing.
All that defined to me...
Is what your love means and brings to me.
POETRY: YOUR DELIGHTFUL SOUL EMBRACE ME
It allures me,
drawing me deeper within it's rapture,
So softly it caresses my eyelids,
The blade of my bare shoulder it captures.
Hypnotized by music,
heard only from within the heart,
It belonged to a legion of it's own
right from the very start.
Down the back of my neck and around to my ear,
When delivered with love and true passion,
nothing could be more dear.
Jubilant, Erotic, Mystical,
going from fragile to extreme in a breath,
From breast to breast, down belly and thigh.
It's lustful and sexy,
it's very presence could make you cry.
If the flame should ever burn out,
you're sure to miss,
A gift given from the gods,
the sound of a kiss.
2
I've found a precious treasure, not hidden, not buried,
But in plain view for all the world to see,
And how someone could let you get away remains a mystery to me.
I've found a precious treasure quite human, quite beautiful,
But quite priceless, and almost in the palm of my hands.
Don't wanna grip, cause else you'll slip right through my dream.
I've found a precious treasure, elusive, charming, and adoring.
Finding her makes me wonder what I have been avoiding.
Velvet in the sound of her voice, galaxies can be seen in her eyes,
Pure gold flows through her heart.
I've found a precious treasure; I've found you
3
On a seasonal,
refreshing time
When the clouds rebelled
against the barren sky
The stars retained
their splendor of light
As we looked into one
another's eyes.
On a glorious,
silent morning
When the night bowed
to the crack of dawn
The dew surrendered
to early morning sun
As your whisper caressed
my soul.
On an emotion laden,
lasting moment
When darkest hours turned
to brightest of lights
True heartfelt feelings
were exchanged
As your compassion consumed
me like the sea.
4
Thunder and noise-pound through my head-
I just want peace-I just want to breathe the life-
the life in the mirror-of my distant SOUL.
I want to break free-find me again-
the little boy that lost his way-
who fell into the pit-falling deeper down the HOLE.
Crawling through dark-trying to find light-
where did the laughter go-where are all the people-
I can't find the sky-the sun, gone from my SIGHT.
I blink my eyes-to take another look-what have I done-
where did I go-how did the solitude capture my existence-
the pain in my flesh-of Reality's BITE.
Always inside the Window-looking out at the world-
that I long to run through-
the wind blowing on my FACE.
Keep running-keep running-
as I open my mouth-to taste the freedom-
keep running-speed up the PACE.
Don't look back-the darkness is right behind-
don't let it see my face-run faster-go-go-
sweetness on my lips-tasting-entering my DESIRE.
The flames of torment-try to scorch-
keep running-distance will remain-GO-
stay away from the window-escape the FIRE.
I crave the light-the wind-the peace-
I long to fly-beside the bird-
the life that fills the SKY.
To race with the wind-the air-to dry my tears-whenever I may cry-
With warmth on my face-now beaming on my neck-
from the ray of the sun-as I run toward-the sun embraces ME.
I trip and fall-then struggle to rise-
only to feel the strength of the Window-
pulling me back-my courage too weak-
once again-a Hostage-with only a Dream...to be FREE.
5
The willows weep for thee.
They cry for you to be free.
Limbs hang extending to the ground.
In the breeze they make a lonely sound.
An echo of tears as they fall.
An ocean of sadness with waves of regret,
showing that they've heard your call.
Why do they weep as of yet?
They want you to be loved so true
and they're sorry for the cards given to you.
Their roots run deep into the earth.
As does your pain starting at birth.
They scream in agony as you run from me.
The willows only weep for thee.
6
Under the stars, captured in ur embrace...
Is a dream I continue to chase
All that is me I'll see in ur eyes...
captured in thought, seeing no lies
Inspired with your sweetness, melt with ur touch...
when speaking of love is that asking too much?
When kissing you still gives me chills...forever
loving you I always will. For when I find someone
who shares with me this...
I will have found life's true bliss!!
7
An emptiness upon my heart
my soul yearning
searching, seeking
for something to fill the void.
Everyday wakes with feelings
I am not whole
broken, scattered
waiting for the pieces to be put back together.
Every breath only serves
to drive the spikes
deeper, further
more pain and loneliness to be discovered.
Closing my eyes in sleep
reminds that tomorrow
emptiness, despair,
the void will return.
I will not be whole.
8
Then all at once
One appeared
One with the ability
to visualize the masterpiece before them
One who can put the pieces
together
showing what great things lie
where holes and void once tore at the creation
One whose touch, caress, embrace
show colors more
vividly, brightly
than the artist himself knew were possible.
One who makes
a broken heart whole
gleaming, glowing,
pulsing with emotion.
9
An essence of Life in my heart
knowing you
lovely, beauty,
inspiration to wake and live each day.
Everyday waking the sun itself
for the sun
fiery, passionate
can never compare to the feel of your embrace.
Every breath igniting
a passion never known
immaculate desire
a passion driven by the hands of love itself.
Closing my eyes in sleep
sadness embracing my heart again
for waiting until morning
without you
Your touch, your caress
leaves an empty feeling
until once again...
Our hearts, bodies, and souls
connect once again.
10
Life indeed is not a dream
A lucid reality we all must face;
In morning light or darkness at night
Life is life with gains and pains
When death steps in, pains begin
For it's all but a necessary end
Inevitable King of the dark
All its strength...to eat the flesh
When love comes, the course will change
Bringing in new dreams and ways
Love is strong, the vehicle of life
A perfect transition to life beyond
Sting of death...broken by love
For true love fears no carnal death
Eternal life...the strength of love
Immortal wings...to fly over death
11
I'm fascinated with your style and grace,
because you are a treasure to behold.
Being in the midst of your presence warms my soul,
filling emotional voids in my lonely and shattered heart.
The way you make me feel is so mystifying an experience,
like no other.
I'm moved by your touch,
a feeling of two souls intertwining to unite as one.
Speechless and motionless is how I am feeling right now.
You are an intriguing individual,
one I hope to keep in my grasp forever.
Your delightful soul embraced me
and my deep and dark shadows gently vanished without a trace.
I have longed for a powerful feeling like this for a long time.
Thoughts of love and joy appear in my head
like a beautiful melody that has been chanted over and over,
time and time again.
I will cherish every beautiful and passionate moment I share with you
because you are definitely a treasure to behold.
12
Dreams leave,
back to realilty.
The emptiness starts
to enclose me.
Alone again,
not even friends.
By myself,
trapped again.
Time has passed,
it seemed stood by.
When you were here,
right by my side.
Now you're gone,
time passes on.
The dream has left,
drift out to sea.
Drift out to see
what another dream might be.
13
Do I know what love is
Can I try and tell you?
You and only you will I ever love
Love for you is all I have
But still, what is it?
Waking and looking at you
Gives me an emotion
Of which I can't speak
This emotion fills me
As I watch you sleep
Something warm comes over me
Everyone in the world is gone
And it is just us
The only two in the world
Nothing else matters
I always smile watching you
Careful not to wake you
You are my world
You have my heart
Every emotion is for you
I can't see us apart
Is this the answer
Did I find love?
Yes, it's you.
14
For so long now,
In vain
I have searched
The world over
For words
Which elude me.
Words
To capture
The essence,
The wonder,
The matchless beauty
Of heaven.
But never before tonight
Had I touched you,
And never before
(I swear this...!)
Have I ever felt so close.
Tonight
I touched heaven.
I kissed it.
I breathed in its magic,
And
For one shining moment,
All of
Heaven and earth stood still
While I,
Mere man,
Discovered a splendor
One cannot
Begin to imagine...
Yes,
Tonight
All the universe
Was mine...
I found heaven
And
she was mine to hold.
drawing me deeper within it's rapture,
So softly it caresses my eyelids,
The blade of my bare shoulder it captures.
Hypnotized by music,
heard only from within the heart,
It belonged to a legion of it's own
right from the very start.
Down the back of my neck and around to my ear,
When delivered with love and true passion,
nothing could be more dear.
Jubilant, Erotic, Mystical,
going from fragile to extreme in a breath,
From breast to breast, down belly and thigh.
It's lustful and sexy,
it's very presence could make you cry.
If the flame should ever burn out,
you're sure to miss,
A gift given from the gods,
the sound of a kiss.
2
I've found a precious treasure, not hidden, not buried,
But in plain view for all the world to see,
And how someone could let you get away remains a mystery to me.
I've found a precious treasure quite human, quite beautiful,
But quite priceless, and almost in the palm of my hands.
Don't wanna grip, cause else you'll slip right through my dream.
I've found a precious treasure, elusive, charming, and adoring.
Finding her makes me wonder what I have been avoiding.
Velvet in the sound of her voice, galaxies can be seen in her eyes,
Pure gold flows through her heart.
I've found a precious treasure; I've found you
3
On a seasonal,
refreshing time
When the clouds rebelled
against the barren sky
The stars retained
their splendor of light
As we looked into one
another's eyes.
On a glorious,
silent morning
When the night bowed
to the crack of dawn
The dew surrendered
to early morning sun
As your whisper caressed
my soul.
On an emotion laden,
lasting moment
When darkest hours turned
to brightest of lights
True heartfelt feelings
were exchanged
As your compassion consumed
me like the sea.
4
Thunder and noise-pound through my head-
I just want peace-I just want to breathe the life-
the life in the mirror-of my distant SOUL.
I want to break free-find me again-
the little boy that lost his way-
who fell into the pit-falling deeper down the HOLE.
Crawling through dark-trying to find light-
where did the laughter go-where are all the people-
I can't find the sky-the sun, gone from my SIGHT.
I blink my eyes-to take another look-what have I done-
where did I go-how did the solitude capture my existence-
the pain in my flesh-of Reality's BITE.
Always inside the Window-looking out at the world-
that I long to run through-
the wind blowing on my FACE.
Keep running-keep running-
as I open my mouth-to taste the freedom-
keep running-speed up the PACE.
Don't look back-the darkness is right behind-
don't let it see my face-run faster-go-go-
sweetness on my lips-tasting-entering my DESIRE.
The flames of torment-try to scorch-
keep running-distance will remain-GO-
stay away from the window-escape the FIRE.
I crave the light-the wind-the peace-
I long to fly-beside the bird-
the life that fills the SKY.
To race with the wind-the air-to dry my tears-whenever I may cry-
With warmth on my face-now beaming on my neck-
from the ray of the sun-as I run toward-the sun embraces ME.
I trip and fall-then struggle to rise-
only to feel the strength of the Window-
pulling me back-my courage too weak-
once again-a Hostage-with only a Dream...to be FREE.
5
The willows weep for thee.
They cry for you to be free.
Limbs hang extending to the ground.
In the breeze they make a lonely sound.
An echo of tears as they fall.
An ocean of sadness with waves of regret,
showing that they've heard your call.
Why do they weep as of yet?
They want you to be loved so true
and they're sorry for the cards given to you.
Their roots run deep into the earth.
As does your pain starting at birth.
They scream in agony as you run from me.
The willows only weep for thee.
6
Under the stars, captured in ur embrace...
Is a dream I continue to chase
All that is me I'll see in ur eyes...
captured in thought, seeing no lies
Inspired with your sweetness, melt with ur touch...
when speaking of love is that asking too much?
When kissing you still gives me chills...forever
loving you I always will. For when I find someone
who shares with me this...
I will have found life's true bliss!!
7
An emptiness upon my heart
my soul yearning
searching, seeking
for something to fill the void.
Everyday wakes with feelings
I am not whole
broken, scattered
waiting for the pieces to be put back together.
Every breath only serves
to drive the spikes
deeper, further
more pain and loneliness to be discovered.
Closing my eyes in sleep
reminds that tomorrow
emptiness, despair,
the void will return.
I will not be whole.
8
Then all at once
One appeared
One with the ability
to visualize the masterpiece before them
One who can put the pieces
together
showing what great things lie
where holes and void once tore at the creation
One whose touch, caress, embrace
show colors more
vividly, brightly
than the artist himself knew were possible.
One who makes
a broken heart whole
gleaming, glowing,
pulsing with emotion.
9
An essence of Life in my heart
knowing you
lovely, beauty,
inspiration to wake and live each day.
Everyday waking the sun itself
for the sun
fiery, passionate
can never compare to the feel of your embrace.
Every breath igniting
a passion never known
immaculate desire
a passion driven by the hands of love itself.
Closing my eyes in sleep
sadness embracing my heart again
for waiting until morning
without you
Your touch, your caress
leaves an empty feeling
until once again...
Our hearts, bodies, and souls
connect once again.
10
Life indeed is not a dream
A lucid reality we all must face;
In morning light or darkness at night
Life is life with gains and pains
When death steps in, pains begin
For it's all but a necessary end
Inevitable King of the dark
All its strength...to eat the flesh
When love comes, the course will change
Bringing in new dreams and ways
Love is strong, the vehicle of life
A perfect transition to life beyond
Sting of death...broken by love
For true love fears no carnal death
Eternal life...the strength of love
Immortal wings...to fly over death
11
I'm fascinated with your style and grace,
because you are a treasure to behold.
Being in the midst of your presence warms my soul,
filling emotional voids in my lonely and shattered heart.
The way you make me feel is so mystifying an experience,
like no other.
I'm moved by your touch,
a feeling of two souls intertwining to unite as one.
Speechless and motionless is how I am feeling right now.
You are an intriguing individual,
one I hope to keep in my grasp forever.
Your delightful soul embraced me
and my deep and dark shadows gently vanished without a trace.
I have longed for a powerful feeling like this for a long time.
Thoughts of love and joy appear in my head
like a beautiful melody that has been chanted over and over,
time and time again.
I will cherish every beautiful and passionate moment I share with you
because you are definitely a treasure to behold.
12
Dreams leave,
back to realilty.
The emptiness starts
to enclose me.
Alone again,
not even friends.
By myself,
trapped again.
Time has passed,
it seemed stood by.
When you were here,
right by my side.
Now you're gone,
time passes on.
The dream has left,
drift out to sea.
Drift out to see
what another dream might be.
13
Do I know what love is
Can I try and tell you?
You and only you will I ever love
Love for you is all I have
But still, what is it?
Waking and looking at you
Gives me an emotion
Of which I can't speak
This emotion fills me
As I watch you sleep
Something warm comes over me
Everyone in the world is gone
And it is just us
The only two in the world
Nothing else matters
I always smile watching you
Careful not to wake you
You are my world
You have my heart
Every emotion is for you
I can't see us apart
Is this the answer
Did I find love?
Yes, it's you.
14
For so long now,
In vain
I have searched
The world over
For words
Which elude me.
Words
To capture
The essence,
The wonder,
The matchless beauty
Of heaven.
But never before tonight
Had I touched you,
And never before
(I swear this...!)
Have I ever felt so close.
Tonight
I touched heaven.
I kissed it.
I breathed in its magic,
And
For one shining moment,
All of
Heaven and earth stood still
While I,
Mere man,
Discovered a splendor
One cannot
Begin to imagine...
Yes,
Tonight
All the universe
Was mine...
I found heaven
And
she was mine to hold.
POETRY: THEE
I love thee,
and only thee.
When I go to sleep, all I think of is thee.
My whole world revolves around thee.
Thou own'st my soul,
thou own'st my heart.
Oh, how I cherish thee.
Through thick and thin, I love thee.
I'd jump down from heaven to see thee in hell.
I'd love thee for an eternity.
I'd love thee for all time.
Oh, how I love thee.
2
You're lovelier than a rose's bloom,
More gentle than the breeze,
A loving soul who'll always stay,
Softer than the seas,
You?re more radiant than a sunrise,
More delicate than a flower,
For I love you more each day,
With each minute... and each hour,
For I long to hold you in my arms,
And kiss your lips... sublime,
To love you as you should be,
Until the end of time
3
In thinking on the matter,
feelings of lust and love
can’t originate in the heart.
A heart is merely a muscle.
The sensuality and
sultry want
of another human being,
must come from
a more spiritual place,
a central core,
somewhere deep within.
Passion felt is wonderful.
It’s like wanting
a vast, impossible
total body merge.
Like a blue clay
smushed
with a pink clay,
love and lust being
the resultant color.
Making love is
the closest thing we have
to total oneness.
True intimacy is, well,
the penultimate
SMUSH.
4
Your love is like a sickness,
Thine eyes shall be locked on mine;
Soothed with a tender kiss,
Only then shall my world be fine.
Writing about thee brings a tear to my eye,
I would banish the nightingale,
Before it interrupted your sigh,
Then surprisingly, I become pale.
For what shall I dream of now,
That thou awaken by my side;
If that be true then I say ?good morrow?,
And my heart rises as an ocean tide.
My feelings for you are as unchangeable as nature,
Come, let me prove to you our love is pure.
5
How could I tell my life story
Without you being the focus and theme?
From the beginning to the end, I?ll share
All the sacred pages of your love
Since I let you into my heart
Everything has become brand new
I grew from a slowly dying King
To an Angel filled with joyful dreams
As you cast my mountains of worries
And bury them in the valley below
You make me become pure as gold
And as whole as an innocent soul
You give answers to all my questions
And calm the fiery storms of my life
You become my heart, my life, my hope
And the light that shines within my soul
So, how could I write my life history
Without you being the title and theme?
From genesis to revelation I will speak
The wonders of your love for me
6
If beauty had a face,
It would look a lot like you.
You are, by far, the most beautiful thing,
God has ever created.
You're beautiful on the outside,
As well as on the in.
You are kind and gentle to all.
You could never hurt another person.
You smile all day long.
Your eyes glow with happiness.
You light up every day.
You greet whoever comes your way.
All these things and more,
Make me love you.
Whenever I am sad,
You are the one who makes me glad.
Whenever I am mad,
You are the one who comforts me and calms me.
You're there when I need to cry,
Or when I need someone to listen.
I am eternally grateful.
Your shiny, soft hair,
Your dazzeling smile.
Your sparkling eyes.
Perfection at its' best.
Oh, yes, If beauty had a face,
It would look a lot like you
7
When you meet your true love
It is very hard to do.
But when you meet that special one
your life will be filled with lots of fun.
You cannot picture yourself with anyone else.
Loving and true, you will always stay,
even if they are over a thousand miles away.
For better, for worse, 'til death do you part.
You know they will always be in your heart
Where can I find a love so true?
Well, I have found my true love
...My true love is you.
8
Love is like a river flowing high in the mountains.
No one knows how it started, but it is never going to end.
High in the mountains, is my love for you.
Flowing like a river through the trees with a sky so blue;
never stopping nor slowing for anyone to cross or join in.
No one is going to take over your place,
or steal your heart from me.
Lasting love is forever and I will always be there for you
by your side, for eternity.
Life is very tricky,
it creates obstacles along the way.
Together we can accomplish anything,
overcoming our fears or
fulfilling our dreams.
for we will be together forever;
you and me...
9
As a child
i always dreamed
i would always find
a lady to love
out in the sea
as years and years
slowly drift by
but i never found
a lady to love
women all around
i never could find the one for me
As time rode by
i gave up on love
and stopped believing in my lady
my heart grew cold
as a brick of ice
i put a locked door
to keep my love from coming out
and to stop anyone coming in
a few more years passed by
i took a cruise across the sea
as i sat on the deck
i thought of my childhood dreams
as i looked out to the sea
i noticed a lady
walking toward me
i did not miss a thing
or a detail of the lady, walking toward me
i noticed her long blonde hair
sparkled like gold as the sun went down
her lips were sweet and red
as a newly blossomed rose
and as she stoped, in front of me
she said hello
i was gazing into her eyes
they were as deep and as blue
as the sea
As the crews went on day by day
we hardly spent any time away
from one another
the long cruise
came to a end
before we went our seperate ways
she asked me to come and stay
i told her i was better alone
so she turned and walked away
with tears in her eyes
As i watched her walk away
i suddenly realized something had changed
this beautiful lady
somehow found the key
to the door i had my love locked in tight with
and with her love
i was blinded from seeing
melted my cold heart
at that moment i knew
i had found my lady to love
on the sea.
10
There are matters which occur in life
That should never be scrutinized.
Our love for each other is such!
To question such a perfect feeling...
Is to destroy its incredible beauty.
For an answer could never capture...
The pure essence of something so spiritual!
Love's a heavenly gift God gives us freely.
I beheld your unspoken love from afar...
And accepted it without question
Hearing your voice is to know you...
A thousand years or more!
My mind anticipates what you want to say
Before you even speak a word
I know your touch before you reach out to me
I feel your moods before you voice them!
With us, there's no need for explanations
Heavenly gifts should never be questioned
It should always be freely given and received.
But above all...cherished!
11
Every time I look at you
My troubles go away.
Your eyes are like a beautiful sunset
Spectacular in every way.
And when I look into those eyes
I feel so good inside
And 'cuz I think of you night and day
I put my fears aside.
Every time I kiss your lips
So gentle and so kind
I think of your enormous beauty,
Beauty that blows my mind.
And every time I hold your hand
It makes me warm inside
I'm overwhelmed with happy feelings,
Feelings I just can't hide.
and only thee.
When I go to sleep, all I think of is thee.
My whole world revolves around thee.
Thou own'st my soul,
thou own'st my heart.
Oh, how I cherish thee.
Through thick and thin, I love thee.
I'd jump down from heaven to see thee in hell.
I'd love thee for an eternity.
I'd love thee for all time.
Oh, how I love thee.
2
You're lovelier than a rose's bloom,
More gentle than the breeze,
A loving soul who'll always stay,
Softer than the seas,
You?re more radiant than a sunrise,
More delicate than a flower,
For I love you more each day,
With each minute... and each hour,
For I long to hold you in my arms,
And kiss your lips... sublime,
To love you as you should be,
Until the end of time
3
In thinking on the matter,
feelings of lust and love
can’t originate in the heart.
A heart is merely a muscle.
The sensuality and
sultry want
of another human being,
must come from
a more spiritual place,
a central core,
somewhere deep within.
Passion felt is wonderful.
It’s like wanting
a vast, impossible
total body merge.
Like a blue clay
smushed
with a pink clay,
love and lust being
the resultant color.
Making love is
the closest thing we have
to total oneness.
True intimacy is, well,
the penultimate
SMUSH.
4
Your love is like a sickness,
Thine eyes shall be locked on mine;
Soothed with a tender kiss,
Only then shall my world be fine.
Writing about thee brings a tear to my eye,
I would banish the nightingale,
Before it interrupted your sigh,
Then surprisingly, I become pale.
For what shall I dream of now,
That thou awaken by my side;
If that be true then I say ?good morrow?,
And my heart rises as an ocean tide.
My feelings for you are as unchangeable as nature,
Come, let me prove to you our love is pure.
5
How could I tell my life story
Without you being the focus and theme?
From the beginning to the end, I?ll share
All the sacred pages of your love
Since I let you into my heart
Everything has become brand new
I grew from a slowly dying King
To an Angel filled with joyful dreams
As you cast my mountains of worries
And bury them in the valley below
You make me become pure as gold
And as whole as an innocent soul
You give answers to all my questions
And calm the fiery storms of my life
You become my heart, my life, my hope
And the light that shines within my soul
So, how could I write my life history
Without you being the title and theme?
From genesis to revelation I will speak
The wonders of your love for me
6
If beauty had a face,
It would look a lot like you.
You are, by far, the most beautiful thing,
God has ever created.
You're beautiful on the outside,
As well as on the in.
You are kind and gentle to all.
You could never hurt another person.
You smile all day long.
Your eyes glow with happiness.
You light up every day.
You greet whoever comes your way.
All these things and more,
Make me love you.
Whenever I am sad,
You are the one who makes me glad.
Whenever I am mad,
You are the one who comforts me and calms me.
You're there when I need to cry,
Or when I need someone to listen.
I am eternally grateful.
Your shiny, soft hair,
Your dazzeling smile.
Your sparkling eyes.
Perfection at its' best.
Oh, yes, If beauty had a face,
It would look a lot like you
7
When you meet your true love
It is very hard to do.
But when you meet that special one
your life will be filled with lots of fun.
You cannot picture yourself with anyone else.
Loving and true, you will always stay,
even if they are over a thousand miles away.
For better, for worse, 'til death do you part.
You know they will always be in your heart
Where can I find a love so true?
Well, I have found my true love
...My true love is you.
8
Love is like a river flowing high in the mountains.
No one knows how it started, but it is never going to end.
High in the mountains, is my love for you.
Flowing like a river through the trees with a sky so blue;
never stopping nor slowing for anyone to cross or join in.
No one is going to take over your place,
or steal your heart from me.
Lasting love is forever and I will always be there for you
by your side, for eternity.
Life is very tricky,
it creates obstacles along the way.
Together we can accomplish anything,
overcoming our fears or
fulfilling our dreams.
for we will be together forever;
you and me...
9
As a child
i always dreamed
i would always find
a lady to love
out in the sea
as years and years
slowly drift by
but i never found
a lady to love
women all around
i never could find the one for me
As time rode by
i gave up on love
and stopped believing in my lady
my heart grew cold
as a brick of ice
i put a locked door
to keep my love from coming out
and to stop anyone coming in
a few more years passed by
i took a cruise across the sea
as i sat on the deck
i thought of my childhood dreams
as i looked out to the sea
i noticed a lady
walking toward me
i did not miss a thing
or a detail of the lady, walking toward me
i noticed her long blonde hair
sparkled like gold as the sun went down
her lips were sweet and red
as a newly blossomed rose
and as she stoped, in front of me
she said hello
i was gazing into her eyes
they were as deep and as blue
as the sea
As the crews went on day by day
we hardly spent any time away
from one another
the long cruise
came to a end
before we went our seperate ways
she asked me to come and stay
i told her i was better alone
so she turned and walked away
with tears in her eyes
As i watched her walk away
i suddenly realized something had changed
this beautiful lady
somehow found the key
to the door i had my love locked in tight with
and with her love
i was blinded from seeing
melted my cold heart
at that moment i knew
i had found my lady to love
on the sea.
10
There are matters which occur in life
That should never be scrutinized.
Our love for each other is such!
To question such a perfect feeling...
Is to destroy its incredible beauty.
For an answer could never capture...
The pure essence of something so spiritual!
Love's a heavenly gift God gives us freely.
I beheld your unspoken love from afar...
And accepted it without question
Hearing your voice is to know you...
A thousand years or more!
My mind anticipates what you want to say
Before you even speak a word
I know your touch before you reach out to me
I feel your moods before you voice them!
With us, there's no need for explanations
Heavenly gifts should never be questioned
It should always be freely given and received.
But above all...cherished!
11
Every time I look at you
My troubles go away.
Your eyes are like a beautiful sunset
Spectacular in every way.
And when I look into those eyes
I feel so good inside
And 'cuz I think of you night and day
I put my fears aside.
Every time I kiss your lips
So gentle and so kind
I think of your enormous beauty,
Beauty that blows my mind.
And every time I hold your hand
It makes me warm inside
I'm overwhelmed with happy feelings,
Feelings I just can't hide.
POETRY: LOVE IS SPARKED BY A LOVER'S TOUCH
I fell asleep in your arms one night as I drifted off to dream
Just fully realizing how in love we seem
It seemed as though my dreams came true right there that very night
The future and its promises seemed very right
Promises of forever, dreams of days to come
Knowing that finally, once and for all, I was your only one
There's no way of telling when this love began
It could have been the blink of an eye or the touch of a hand
Because we both shared the same common goal
Of someday uniting these two lonely souls
We started out like two ships in the night
Hoping that someday we'd catch a glimpse or a sight
A glimpse of the one who'd take the loneliness away
And that night we finally decided we'd stay
Then all at once, my dreams came to an end
As I woke up and realized... I was alone all over again...
To sleep... perchance to dream... of you... again...
2
Love is a magical song
carried on a summer's breeze;
It dances under rays of sun
and whispers through the trees.
Love can be a thunderstorm
with dazzling bolts of light;
Traveling on a mystic wind,
it takes your heart to flight.
Love is walking through the leaves
that crackle 'neath your shoes;
on a blust'ry autumn day
love's reddish-golden hues.
Love is the sparkling white
of freshly fallen snow;
Envelops you in snowflake kisses
'neath the mistletoe.
Love is a delicate flower
blooming in your soul;
It opens up to touch your heart
and leaves you feeling whole.
Love is sparked by a lover's touch
then turns a roaring fire;
The passion burns inside us all
if we give in to desire.
3
Why am I not afraid of your perfection?
I did not seek for it,
it landed before me in a beautiful shape,
and that is you.
You destroy the doorway
when you enter the room,
I close it behind you quickly.
Everyday you melt my insides,
like burning a burning candle,
dreaming hot, purple passion
from the flowers in my name.
Eyes .....
The way the swirling greens lock into me,
wide, wanting,
soft dizzy warmth.
Your lips I steal,
kisses folding together,
sharpening the pace,
as the infinite flicks through us.
We cannot be closer together,
unless burning wax folds our bodies.
... Please bring this liquid state,
dropped from a candle in the darkness.
...dropped from a candle in the darkness
4
Set your sail on seas of slumber
in your boat of dreams;
plough the silent lakes of wonder
lit by moonglow beams.
Journey 'neath the crystal canopy
arching overhead;
kiss the stars which light your voyage
from safe within your bed.
Hear the laughing slap of wavlings
racing through the night;
dip your toes in shimmering moon pools
glisted with silver light.
Dance with dolphins, sing with Sirens,
join the revels of the deep
until pink fingered dawning
once more, plucks you from your sleep
5
Tender is the night
when the stars are light
and moon, bright
Tender is the night
Tender is my heart
when new love starts
and old, departs
Tender is my heart
Tender is your smile
when times are down
and for, awhile
Tender is your smile
Tender are my words
when whispering love
and dispelling, hurts
Tender are my words
Tender are your eyes
when glancing in mine
and longingly, fly
Tender are your eyes
6
You look at me
with loving eyes
dancing like honey bees.
I smile at you
with my lips,
yearning for your kiss.
No words
have been spoken,
No touch at all,
Only feelings
Pass between.
The world
suddenly vanishes,
except for you and me.
This atmosphere of silence
dissolves our souls,
gives us joy,
brings us hope.
Nothing needs
to be said aloud,
for we both know at heart,
Love has come.
7
I'm so confused, never knowing what to do,
what to say or what to choose.
My thoughts have never been this deep before.
It's a part of my mind I never realized I had before,
a part far in the back hidden behind a locked door.
Sometimes I'm scared to open that door,
scared of what I'll see,
scared of how it'll make me feel inside,
scared of the change it might make in my life.
Now that I hold the keys to my thoughts
I can overcome my fears.
I thought I would never have to face my feelings
so I hide behind my tears.
My tears are all gone right now
so it's time to check it out,
open up that door
and see what it's all about.
I never knew what that was hidden in the dark.
Your love was my master key.
So thank you for giving me the chance
to find the doorway to my heart.
8
my muse
for whome i do amuse
knows not what she has done
a song to heart
learned by heart
and my heart
truly she has won
9
So many have found it
The sensation in love
A heartbeat full of obsession
This showering feeling
Of beauty from above
With few though, does this energy
Find its right place in the heart
Knowing that all is comfortable
Until we are thrown back at the start
The search... the loneliness
That we, at one time, seem to find
As one departs another
And leaves their love lingering
Leaving it all behind
To begin... a new start
We must not look back to the past
For this was the place, of times
Where our love did not last
But we must keep in mind
To let our hearts be set free
Even though these times
Through filtered eyes, we now see
10
Thou, glowing yellow crescent, that hath a soul full and luminous,
Shelter me with thy visage of love.
Take me into thy radiant bosom to be a handmaiden of thy affection.
A mournful yearning doth await in my heart for love's homecoming.
Don't break this single thread and send me to the wasteland of despair,
Forever tarrying for the hand of one never to return.
Yellow crescent on darkened felt of eternity,
I reach for thee but cannot touch the light of thee in my soul.
Oh, night sky! Bring the light of morning's awakening quickly,
That I might be freed from the yoke chained upon my mortal being.
And see the fiery radiance upon the aspen branches
Trembling with unseen heat.
The silent torment of unspoken passion
Tears the breath from me in sobbing streams.
Ethereal light of love's request,
Touch me as a drop of dew spreads upon the water.
Purge my soul of the ripples of impatient desire.
Yellow crescent,
Grant me solace from this desert of heart's abandoned love.
11
How can I love you not...
when you showed me beauty
when you showed me life
when you showed me love
How can I love you not...
when only you can make me smile
when only you can dry my tears
when only you can kiss my fears away
How can I love you not...
when i feel eased when you're around
when i ache for you when we're apart
when i call your name while i'm asleep
How can I love you not...
when all my life I have waited for you
when all the arrows were pointed at you
when all I see is an image of you
How can I love you not...
when only you can make me feel the way I do now
and only you and you alone from the day we met
till the day we die... Till Eternity...
shall we never part... we'll walk the path together...
no matter how rough... beyond we shall look...
forward we shall move... together hand in hand...
we shall calm the turbulent seas... and for my last breath...
shall I call your lovely name...
12
So it seems that you always have to stop yourself.
What do I mean?
When you're looking for love, you are always alert,
always looking for that one sign
that gives you the,"It's okay now; it's real" sign.
But really, you don't need that.
Simple really, that tingly feeling that runs through your body
when you touch someone...that's it!
Some people think that has nothing to do with it.
They ask themselves, what about the fights?
What about his/her problems?
Why should I put up with this?
Those people who leave love for that reason
are the ones who take awhile to realize that, yes,
you will miss the tingles.
That's all you need.
The ones that know that's all you need
are the ones that are happy.
Yes, there are those times when things may not be right,
but so what? You only feel those tingles
that make your heart race when your with the one you love.
No where, no how, can you get them anywhere else.
You learn to control yourself, to be patient,
When to say something and when not to say something.
You learn not to take things too personally.
In love you grow and learn, together.
But one thing that does not change is those tingles.
Can't get enough of your love.
13
A gentleman proposed
to the lady he loved so
they planted a seed sixty years ago
in the back yard of their home
The winds blew and rain poured down
winter came and froze the ground
spring thawed the ice and snow
the seed became a weeping willow
Limbs sprang out with leaves of green
shading all the grass beneath
a perfect place to lay and dream
of years gone by and places seen
shadows crossed their faces now
age-worn wrinkles in their brow
this mighty tree shows the way
of this couple, still in love today
14
In the night the moon is full the stars twinkle gently
the air is crisp and cool with the sweet scent of your perfume
the gentle serenade of the crickets chirping makes me think
of you we speak in silent whispers as our hearts are screaming
we hold each other tightly well our bodies mingle the thought
of only sweet things as we draw closer fear and joy brush
through me as our lips meet oh how sweet love is in this night
the only night to remember the only one divine.
Just fully realizing how in love we seem
It seemed as though my dreams came true right there that very night
The future and its promises seemed very right
Promises of forever, dreams of days to come
Knowing that finally, once and for all, I was your only one
There's no way of telling when this love began
It could have been the blink of an eye or the touch of a hand
Because we both shared the same common goal
Of someday uniting these two lonely souls
We started out like two ships in the night
Hoping that someday we'd catch a glimpse or a sight
A glimpse of the one who'd take the loneliness away
And that night we finally decided we'd stay
Then all at once, my dreams came to an end
As I woke up and realized... I was alone all over again...
To sleep... perchance to dream... of you... again...
2
Love is a magical song
carried on a summer's breeze;
It dances under rays of sun
and whispers through the trees.
Love can be a thunderstorm
with dazzling bolts of light;
Traveling on a mystic wind,
it takes your heart to flight.
Love is walking through the leaves
that crackle 'neath your shoes;
on a blust'ry autumn day
love's reddish-golden hues.
Love is the sparkling white
of freshly fallen snow;
Envelops you in snowflake kisses
'neath the mistletoe.
Love is a delicate flower
blooming in your soul;
It opens up to touch your heart
and leaves you feeling whole.
Love is sparked by a lover's touch
then turns a roaring fire;
The passion burns inside us all
if we give in to desire.
3
Why am I not afraid of your perfection?
I did not seek for it,
it landed before me in a beautiful shape,
and that is you.
You destroy the doorway
when you enter the room,
I close it behind you quickly.
Everyday you melt my insides,
like burning a burning candle,
dreaming hot, purple passion
from the flowers in my name.
Eyes .....
The way the swirling greens lock into me,
wide, wanting,
soft dizzy warmth.
Your lips I steal,
kisses folding together,
sharpening the pace,
as the infinite flicks through us.
We cannot be closer together,
unless burning wax folds our bodies.
... Please bring this liquid state,
dropped from a candle in the darkness.
...dropped from a candle in the darkness
4
Set your sail on seas of slumber
in your boat of dreams;
plough the silent lakes of wonder
lit by moonglow beams.
Journey 'neath the crystal canopy
arching overhead;
kiss the stars which light your voyage
from safe within your bed.
Hear the laughing slap of wavlings
racing through the night;
dip your toes in shimmering moon pools
glisted with silver light.
Dance with dolphins, sing with Sirens,
join the revels of the deep
until pink fingered dawning
once more, plucks you from your sleep
5
Tender is the night
when the stars are light
and moon, bright
Tender is the night
Tender is my heart
when new love starts
and old, departs
Tender is my heart
Tender is your smile
when times are down
and for, awhile
Tender is your smile
Tender are my words
when whispering love
and dispelling, hurts
Tender are my words
Tender are your eyes
when glancing in mine
and longingly, fly
Tender are your eyes
6
You look at me
with loving eyes
dancing like honey bees.
I smile at you
with my lips,
yearning for your kiss.
No words
have been spoken,
No touch at all,
Only feelings
Pass between.
The world
suddenly vanishes,
except for you and me.
This atmosphere of silence
dissolves our souls,
gives us joy,
brings us hope.
Nothing needs
to be said aloud,
for we both know at heart,
Love has come.
7
I'm so confused, never knowing what to do,
what to say or what to choose.
My thoughts have never been this deep before.
It's a part of my mind I never realized I had before,
a part far in the back hidden behind a locked door.
Sometimes I'm scared to open that door,
scared of what I'll see,
scared of how it'll make me feel inside,
scared of the change it might make in my life.
Now that I hold the keys to my thoughts
I can overcome my fears.
I thought I would never have to face my feelings
so I hide behind my tears.
My tears are all gone right now
so it's time to check it out,
open up that door
and see what it's all about.
I never knew what that was hidden in the dark.
Your love was my master key.
So thank you for giving me the chance
to find the doorway to my heart.
8
my muse
for whome i do amuse
knows not what she has done
a song to heart
learned by heart
and my heart
truly she has won
9
So many have found it
The sensation in love
A heartbeat full of obsession
This showering feeling
Of beauty from above
With few though, does this energy
Find its right place in the heart
Knowing that all is comfortable
Until we are thrown back at the start
The search... the loneliness
That we, at one time, seem to find
As one departs another
And leaves their love lingering
Leaving it all behind
To begin... a new start
We must not look back to the past
For this was the place, of times
Where our love did not last
But we must keep in mind
To let our hearts be set free
Even though these times
Through filtered eyes, we now see
10
Thou, glowing yellow crescent, that hath a soul full and luminous,
Shelter me with thy visage of love.
Take me into thy radiant bosom to be a handmaiden of thy affection.
A mournful yearning doth await in my heart for love's homecoming.
Don't break this single thread and send me to the wasteland of despair,
Forever tarrying for the hand of one never to return.
Yellow crescent on darkened felt of eternity,
I reach for thee but cannot touch the light of thee in my soul.
Oh, night sky! Bring the light of morning's awakening quickly,
That I might be freed from the yoke chained upon my mortal being.
And see the fiery radiance upon the aspen branches
Trembling with unseen heat.
The silent torment of unspoken passion
Tears the breath from me in sobbing streams.
Ethereal light of love's request,
Touch me as a drop of dew spreads upon the water.
Purge my soul of the ripples of impatient desire.
Yellow crescent,
Grant me solace from this desert of heart's abandoned love.
11
How can I love you not...
when you showed me beauty
when you showed me life
when you showed me love
How can I love you not...
when only you can make me smile
when only you can dry my tears
when only you can kiss my fears away
How can I love you not...
when i feel eased when you're around
when i ache for you when we're apart
when i call your name while i'm asleep
How can I love you not...
when all my life I have waited for you
when all the arrows were pointed at you
when all I see is an image of you
How can I love you not...
when only you can make me feel the way I do now
and only you and you alone from the day we met
till the day we die... Till Eternity...
shall we never part... we'll walk the path together...
no matter how rough... beyond we shall look...
forward we shall move... together hand in hand...
we shall calm the turbulent seas... and for my last breath...
shall I call your lovely name...
12
So it seems that you always have to stop yourself.
What do I mean?
When you're looking for love, you are always alert,
always looking for that one sign
that gives you the,"It's okay now; it's real" sign.
But really, you don't need that.
Simple really, that tingly feeling that runs through your body
when you touch someone...that's it!
Some people think that has nothing to do with it.
They ask themselves, what about the fights?
What about his/her problems?
Why should I put up with this?
Those people who leave love for that reason
are the ones who take awhile to realize that, yes,
you will miss the tingles.
That's all you need.
The ones that know that's all you need
are the ones that are happy.
Yes, there are those times when things may not be right,
but so what? You only feel those tingles
that make your heart race when your with the one you love.
No where, no how, can you get them anywhere else.
You learn to control yourself, to be patient,
When to say something and when not to say something.
You learn not to take things too personally.
In love you grow and learn, together.
But one thing that does not change is those tingles.
Can't get enough of your love.
13
A gentleman proposed
to the lady he loved so
they planted a seed sixty years ago
in the back yard of their home
The winds blew and rain poured down
winter came and froze the ground
spring thawed the ice and snow
the seed became a weeping willow
Limbs sprang out with leaves of green
shading all the grass beneath
a perfect place to lay and dream
of years gone by and places seen
shadows crossed their faces now
age-worn wrinkles in their brow
this mighty tree shows the way
of this couple, still in love today
14
In the night the moon is full the stars twinkle gently
the air is crisp and cool with the sweet scent of your perfume
the gentle serenade of the crickets chirping makes me think
of you we speak in silent whispers as our hearts are screaming
we hold each other tightly well our bodies mingle the thought
of only sweet things as we draw closer fear and joy brush
through me as our lips meet oh how sweet love is in this night
the only night to remember the only one divine.
POETRY: TRUE LOVE IS THE HEALER OF OUR LONELINESS
You stir in me such strong desires
my passion awaits to be set free,
Your touch, I fantasize puts me on fire
my sailor from the blue sea
Like the rolling waves, our love starts out slowly
builds, then rushes to shore
Your scent, the taste of sweet desire
makes my body yearn for more
My mind gets lost in oblivion
as we journey toward the yellow moon
Our hearts seek new adventure
new dreams begin inside this darkened room
Like stars our bodies shimmer
as we romance in burning candlelight
Your body lying next to mine, touching
entwined together feels so right
Your eyes they capture my innocence
Fire, passion, embracing, loving
moving, kissing, sensing,
When we finally reach the moon
our hearts in mindful lock and keep
We'll embrace ourselves in each other's arms
in peaceful dreams we sleep....
2
Loving in the long
lazy morning
Loving, loving
and loving again
Endless rhythms
of the ocean
Dull deep heartbeats
of a bass guitar
Soulful sounds
of a languishing songstress
Loving forever
in the cool
quiet
day morning
in love with loving
And the dull, dull beat
of our throbbing hearts
In unison
Loving
Endlessly
3
Two hearts come together in sweet ecastasy,
the highest point of
happiness. As souls we search long
and far for that comfort.
The very feeling of want and desire.
Minutes, hours, days and even years.
we could search for that defined pleasure.
I don't mean, just, sexual
lust. I mean the finer arts of
the heart, the true, deep meaning of love.
To be anothers soulmate, we
need to search deep within
ourselves to find what we really want and dream,
but, until then, we are just travelers in a void
which, we live in...
The heart that beats inside our bodies is fragile
needing care and a soft touch...
True love is
the healer of our loneliness...
the protector of our fears.
4
While walking on the beach one day and feeling rather lost
I stood down by the water to try and clear my thoughts
When up ahead I see a woman, kneeling in the sand
Writing something in it with nothing but her hand
I walked a little closer as he quickly walked away
And as I came upon it, I wondered what it'd say
When I looked down and read it, I felt my heart beat true
Cuz in a single hand-drawn heart, the words said "I Love You"
I felt this was a message you didn't wanna say
So I knelt down to send one back on this very special day
In the sand, beside your heart, I drew one of my own
To serve as a reminder, you will never be alone
I drew my heart to interlock, to hold me close, it's true
And in my single hand-drawn heart I wrote, "I Love You 2"
5
Each night I dream a little dream
They change with the seasons and they move with the winds.
Sometimes I dream of flowers, some I dream of mountains,
Each dream brings a joy to my heart though,
For each dreams brings holds a picture of you
A nightmare will shed,
The storms will calm, turn the gray skies blue,
A blizzard turns away to bring a bright sunshiny day
The nights could be as cold as the winter nights in the artic
But with just a little dream of you
I lay in nothing but warmth and joy
A little dream is all it a takes,
To take me to such a wonderful place,
It is said to each their own,
And mine is you, to take me to my home
Each night all I ask is to dream a little dream
Should I wake or should I sleep
A dream with you is more than I need to please
You have wandered into my life and now my arms
And you have found a way into my heart.
Now that place lets you wander into my dreams
They say that the mind controls your dreams,
But my heart controls your access, for in my heart is the key
The key to the love of my dreams
Every day I count the hours till in bed I lay,
hoping to dream a little dream
Doesn't have to be long, just a minute or two
Just as long as I see you...
I know many a time I should not be dreaming of this
But you wandered into my life, my arms,
my heart and now my dreams
That is why each night all I ask is to dream a little dream...
6
The room is dark, except for the warm amber glow
Of a scented candle;
Where we lay close together and your breath
comes across as a silent whisper.
Our palms perspire, as our fingers are tightly bound;
Hearts rejoicing at the love we have found.
I look into your eyes and see they are endless,
so loving and so true.
What better moment shared,
than a moment shared with you.
If there ever was a doubt before...
I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you
and that I know for sure.
7
There is a challenge, one day, all find.
Falling so completely in love they are blind.
Down through the ages it's never been easy
One's heart beats faster, the stomach turns quesy.
Seeking for love is an answer never found
Most don't want the pressures of being so 'bound'.
Falling in love has many conflicts, you see
Having that special someone love you for all eternity.
It can be wonderful, frightening, confusing too
A challenge of the heart is what one goes through.
Many who are lucky in finding true love are blessed
They've somehow managed to find one to pass the 'test'.
Someone to share both the good and the bad
The greatest feeling that's ever been had.
Yes, falling in love can be a challenge as such
When the right one comes along it means so much.
Take care, have fun, enjoy life to the fullest degree
Don't be taken unaware; it will happen to you as it has to me.
8
silky waters awash with blues
Immortal earth's heavenly hues
Beauty lay upon seductive seas
Glimmered ripples play upon the breeze
Beyond the ribboned colors of red
Where city lights dare not tread
Radiant sparkles glitter above
A blackness broken by pearl doves
My gaze rests upon your eyes
Luminescent stars in midnight's sky
As your stare pierces into my heart
The melody of a soul's lonely art
Growth brings you new beauty and fears
And with new years will come new tears
Yet those closest will hold you high
When not much else to do but cry
Your beauty of heart exceeds the skin
A light spreads to others from within
I ask you for one descriptive word
Appropriate aren't any I've heard
With you my thoughts I will share
Easy you are with heaven to compare
Its heights, like yours, never conceived
To find a soul so pure I never believed
Parallel are you to all so pure
The aura about you offers its cure
If fortune and future shall allow to be
I wish your light closer to me
9
eep in the forest,
the kayak beached,
the fire dwindles
and stars illuninate the skies
Within the walls of this small tent
I reflect, looking to the heavens
But then the warmth within
my spirit
reaches
I did not know what love was
did not know the joy
or the longings
I did not reconcile
within
yet , with simple quiet
I realize that the desire
of knowing a smile
seeing the stars within your eyes
could bring out so many things
I spend most of my time
exploring
yet the exploration within my soul
here in the quiet
can only be defined
as to discover
love
and the compass
you
10
Night breezes caress and sway
over my skin
Tingling and teasing me, deep within
They bring the memories
of yesterday's encounter
cause me to long for a far away lover
I hope the night breezes speak to her
make her stand tall for all to see
I needn't see her, for she has seen me
She has seen me, by the glow of the moon
She has seen me uncovered
stretching the truth
She will see me soon, in any way she pleases
naked, bundled, begging on my knees
Lying in her arms is where I see myself
aching with desire
fermented by time
11
Dark clouds shift ever so slowly across the vast plains of my heart.
Sunshine never shines in the autumn of your passing
from the vision of my sight.
How I wish the summer would replace the winter of my fear,
To hold you close to have you here.
Empty winds blow from afar.
Music like a tinkling bell resides afar from my ears,
themselves destined to hear only the empty winds which blow.
Never clear, not here, only distant sounds, I think I hear.
On the distant horizon the weather pattern I need,
I despair, it's so far, never quite clear.
Sun shines brightly over there in Aotearoa, not here.
For my love resides in a far away place.
She has, I know, the Sun with her in that place,
the land of the long, white cloud.
Along with the bright rays that shine over there
rests a small star, so bright, also, so clear.
Lighting the darkest nights with its rays, it's my little Stacey,
My little star.
Her smile, so bright, so wide, so nice,
has teddy sitting still so warm, so right.
I want my Sun, my star, my life.
Only cold winds blow afar, so cold like ice.
To melt them I need my sun, my star, my girls, my life.
To each their own,
Everybody has someone, many times I feel alone,
kept company only by the clouds of despair.
To turn the sun on turn up the light,
night into day so simple, of course it can be done.
Come back, let the swift wings of a jet combat the night.
To do battle, banish the night,
turn dark clouds to sunshine, make my world right.
Love conquers all, especially the heavy clouds that dim my sight.
Banish them away into the night.
A smile melts the frozen pond, thaws the ice that binds my life.
A gentle touch, springs flow, a flower grows,
the warmth, the heat, the life,
gushing forth like a brook, skipping, singing,
following its course to the source.
Let the Sun shine a light on my heart,
banish those winds that blow afar.
I am the source, come to me,
skipping, shiny eyed, happy of course.
True Love runs deep; it's all-powerful, too,
like the Sun and the Stars that choose their course.
Shine, heat, love this way. Banish those dark clouds right away.
There is a spot right here. I pat the Earth, I pat the Chair,
By my side together right here,
To walk down the lane way of life's path
12
When you want the definition of a word,
where do you turn?
Do you,
flip through a dictionary,
call on a friend?
Well, I want the definition of Beauty,
but neither the largest dictionary,
nor closest friend,
Could do those sweet six letters any justice.
No Beauty magazine,
could give me the tip;
No fortune teller,
would be able to predict;
Ask a philosopher,
and he is confused.
But ask me,
and see what you would discover.
My answer would be,
true Beauty is defined only by
YOU.
13
She whispers softly
Into my ear.
Suddenly a thousand melodies
Burst forth in gentle showers
Magnificent rose petals
Rain down from an ethereal sky
And cover our naked bodies
With invisible fragrances
And a deep, long sigh
Fills our souls
With ecstacy
I wake to feel the longing
In the depths of my heart
The dream has ended
For now
my passion awaits to be set free,
Your touch, I fantasize puts me on fire
my sailor from the blue sea
Like the rolling waves, our love starts out slowly
builds, then rushes to shore
Your scent, the taste of sweet desire
makes my body yearn for more
My mind gets lost in oblivion
as we journey toward the yellow moon
Our hearts seek new adventure
new dreams begin inside this darkened room
Like stars our bodies shimmer
as we romance in burning candlelight
Your body lying next to mine, touching
entwined together feels so right
Your eyes they capture my innocence
Fire, passion, embracing, loving
moving, kissing, sensing,
When we finally reach the moon
our hearts in mindful lock and keep
We'll embrace ourselves in each other's arms
in peaceful dreams we sleep....
2
Loving in the long
lazy morning
Loving, loving
and loving again
Endless rhythms
of the ocean
Dull deep heartbeats
of a bass guitar
Soulful sounds
of a languishing songstress
Loving forever
in the cool
quiet
day morning
in love with loving
And the dull, dull beat
of our throbbing hearts
In unison
Loving
Endlessly
3
Two hearts come together in sweet ecastasy,
the highest point of
happiness. As souls we search long
and far for that comfort.
The very feeling of want and desire.
Minutes, hours, days and even years.
we could search for that defined pleasure.
I don't mean, just, sexual
lust. I mean the finer arts of
the heart, the true, deep meaning of love.
To be anothers soulmate, we
need to search deep within
ourselves to find what we really want and dream,
but, until then, we are just travelers in a void
which, we live in...
The heart that beats inside our bodies is fragile
needing care and a soft touch...
True love is
the healer of our loneliness...
the protector of our fears.
4
While walking on the beach one day and feeling rather lost
I stood down by the water to try and clear my thoughts
When up ahead I see a woman, kneeling in the sand
Writing something in it with nothing but her hand
I walked a little closer as he quickly walked away
And as I came upon it, I wondered what it'd say
When I looked down and read it, I felt my heart beat true
Cuz in a single hand-drawn heart, the words said "I Love You"
I felt this was a message you didn't wanna say
So I knelt down to send one back on this very special day
In the sand, beside your heart, I drew one of my own
To serve as a reminder, you will never be alone
I drew my heart to interlock, to hold me close, it's true
And in my single hand-drawn heart I wrote, "I Love You 2"
5
Each night I dream a little dream
They change with the seasons and they move with the winds.
Sometimes I dream of flowers, some I dream of mountains,
Each dream brings a joy to my heart though,
For each dreams brings holds a picture of you
A nightmare will shed,
The storms will calm, turn the gray skies blue,
A blizzard turns away to bring a bright sunshiny day
The nights could be as cold as the winter nights in the artic
But with just a little dream of you
I lay in nothing but warmth and joy
A little dream is all it a takes,
To take me to such a wonderful place,
It is said to each their own,
And mine is you, to take me to my home
Each night all I ask is to dream a little dream
Should I wake or should I sleep
A dream with you is more than I need to please
You have wandered into my life and now my arms
And you have found a way into my heart.
Now that place lets you wander into my dreams
They say that the mind controls your dreams,
But my heart controls your access, for in my heart is the key
The key to the love of my dreams
Every day I count the hours till in bed I lay,
hoping to dream a little dream
Doesn't have to be long, just a minute or two
Just as long as I see you...
I know many a time I should not be dreaming of this
But you wandered into my life, my arms,
my heart and now my dreams
That is why each night all I ask is to dream a little dream...
6
The room is dark, except for the warm amber glow
Of a scented candle;
Where we lay close together and your breath
comes across as a silent whisper.
Our palms perspire, as our fingers are tightly bound;
Hearts rejoicing at the love we have found.
I look into your eyes and see they are endless,
so loving and so true.
What better moment shared,
than a moment shared with you.
If there ever was a doubt before...
I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you
and that I know for sure.
7
There is a challenge, one day, all find.
Falling so completely in love they are blind.
Down through the ages it's never been easy
One's heart beats faster, the stomach turns quesy.
Seeking for love is an answer never found
Most don't want the pressures of being so 'bound'.
Falling in love has many conflicts, you see
Having that special someone love you for all eternity.
It can be wonderful, frightening, confusing too
A challenge of the heart is what one goes through.
Many who are lucky in finding true love are blessed
They've somehow managed to find one to pass the 'test'.
Someone to share both the good and the bad
The greatest feeling that's ever been had.
Yes, falling in love can be a challenge as such
When the right one comes along it means so much.
Take care, have fun, enjoy life to the fullest degree
Don't be taken unaware; it will happen to you as it has to me.
8
silky waters awash with blues
Immortal earth's heavenly hues
Beauty lay upon seductive seas
Glimmered ripples play upon the breeze
Beyond the ribboned colors of red
Where city lights dare not tread
Radiant sparkles glitter above
A blackness broken by pearl doves
My gaze rests upon your eyes
Luminescent stars in midnight's sky
As your stare pierces into my heart
The melody of a soul's lonely art
Growth brings you new beauty and fears
And with new years will come new tears
Yet those closest will hold you high
When not much else to do but cry
Your beauty of heart exceeds the skin
A light spreads to others from within
I ask you for one descriptive word
Appropriate aren't any I've heard
With you my thoughts I will share
Easy you are with heaven to compare
Its heights, like yours, never conceived
To find a soul so pure I never believed
Parallel are you to all so pure
The aura about you offers its cure
If fortune and future shall allow to be
I wish your light closer to me
9
eep in the forest,
the kayak beached,
the fire dwindles
and stars illuninate the skies
Within the walls of this small tent
I reflect, looking to the heavens
But then the warmth within
my spirit
reaches
I did not know what love was
did not know the joy
or the longings
I did not reconcile
within
yet , with simple quiet
I realize that the desire
of knowing a smile
seeing the stars within your eyes
could bring out so many things
I spend most of my time
exploring
yet the exploration within my soul
here in the quiet
can only be defined
as to discover
love
and the compass
you
10
Night breezes caress and sway
over my skin
Tingling and teasing me, deep within
They bring the memories
of yesterday's encounter
cause me to long for a far away lover
I hope the night breezes speak to her
make her stand tall for all to see
I needn't see her, for she has seen me
She has seen me, by the glow of the moon
She has seen me uncovered
stretching the truth
She will see me soon, in any way she pleases
naked, bundled, begging on my knees
Lying in her arms is where I see myself
aching with desire
fermented by time
11
Dark clouds shift ever so slowly across the vast plains of my heart.
Sunshine never shines in the autumn of your passing
from the vision of my sight.
How I wish the summer would replace the winter of my fear,
To hold you close to have you here.
Empty winds blow from afar.
Music like a tinkling bell resides afar from my ears,
themselves destined to hear only the empty winds which blow.
Never clear, not here, only distant sounds, I think I hear.
On the distant horizon the weather pattern I need,
I despair, it's so far, never quite clear.
Sun shines brightly over there in Aotearoa, not here.
For my love resides in a far away place.
She has, I know, the Sun with her in that place,
the land of the long, white cloud.
Along with the bright rays that shine over there
rests a small star, so bright, also, so clear.
Lighting the darkest nights with its rays, it's my little Stacey,
My little star.
Her smile, so bright, so wide, so nice,
has teddy sitting still so warm, so right.
I want my Sun, my star, my life.
Only cold winds blow afar, so cold like ice.
To melt them I need my sun, my star, my girls, my life.
To each their own,
Everybody has someone, many times I feel alone,
kept company only by the clouds of despair.
To turn the sun on turn up the light,
night into day so simple, of course it can be done.
Come back, let the swift wings of a jet combat the night.
To do battle, banish the night,
turn dark clouds to sunshine, make my world right.
Love conquers all, especially the heavy clouds that dim my sight.
Banish them away into the night.
A smile melts the frozen pond, thaws the ice that binds my life.
A gentle touch, springs flow, a flower grows,
the warmth, the heat, the life,
gushing forth like a brook, skipping, singing,
following its course to the source.
Let the Sun shine a light on my heart,
banish those winds that blow afar.
I am the source, come to me,
skipping, shiny eyed, happy of course.
True Love runs deep; it's all-powerful, too,
like the Sun and the Stars that choose their course.
Shine, heat, love this way. Banish those dark clouds right away.
There is a spot right here. I pat the Earth, I pat the Chair,
By my side together right here,
To walk down the lane way of life's path
12
When you want the definition of a word,
where do you turn?
Do you,
flip through a dictionary,
call on a friend?
Well, I want the definition of Beauty,
but neither the largest dictionary,
nor closest friend,
Could do those sweet six letters any justice.
No Beauty magazine,
could give me the tip;
No fortune teller,
would be able to predict;
Ask a philosopher,
and he is confused.
But ask me,
and see what you would discover.
My answer would be,
true Beauty is defined only by
YOU.
13
She whispers softly
Into my ear.
Suddenly a thousand melodies
Burst forth in gentle showers
Magnificent rose petals
Rain down from an ethereal sky
And cover our naked bodies
With invisible fragrances
And a deep, long sigh
Fills our souls
With ecstacy
I wake to feel the longing
In the depths of my heart
The dream has ended
For now
POETRY: IF THE THOUGHTS OF HER BRINGS SERENITY AND TRANQUILITY TO YOUR MIND
Thou, glowing yellow crescent, that hath a soul full and luminous,
Shelter me with thy visage of love.
Take me into thy radiant bosom to be a handmaiden of thy affection.
A mournful yearning doth await in my heart for love's homecoming.
Don't break this single thread and send me to the wasteland of despair,
Forever tarrying for the hand of one never to return.
Yellow crescent on darkened felt of eternity,
I reach for thee but cannot touch the light of thee in my soul.
Oh, night sky! Bring the light of morning's awakening quickly,
That I might be freed from the yoke chained upon my mortal being.
And see the fiery radiance upon the aspen branches
Trembling with unseen heat.
The silent torment of unspoken passion
Tears the breath from me in sobbing streams.
Ethereal light of love's request,
Touch me as a drop of dew spreads upon the water.
Purge my soul of the ripples of impatient desire.
Yellow crescent,
Grant me solace from this desert of heart's abandoned love.
2
Last night i stared at the moon
and thought of you,
I realised you were both the same
in some strange way, you see...
The moon is surrounded
by many stars,
and you are the
brightest star in my life...
The moon is far away
from earth,
and you are far away
from me...
But in the same way i can see
the moon so close,
you have this special way
of staying close to my heart...
The moon makes me
think of special things,
and you fill my dreams
with passion...
And even though
I don't get to see you often,
I can't explain the feeling
but when I look at the moon
I see you too...
3
For you, I will love
To feel your touch,
your kiss, your smile.
The way you hold me so close,
is like being in Heaven.
I will now commit,
To you and I forever.
To be in love always.
I have opened my soul to you,
and you have for me.
To me that is true love
as long as life shall be.
When life has parished,
we will dance forever
in the presence of God.
To become one Eternal Soul,
in what I call Eternal Love.
4
Beauty is such a simple word
It is made up of a fresh face
A perfect smile
The best body
The prettiest hair
But if we look past
The face, the smile, the body, the hair
What do we see?
We see the most beautiful thing in the world...
We see each other's soul
And in that soul can be found
A million roses waiting to bloom
A bottle of laughter waiting to be opened
A thousand memories to cherish forever
If we look past our imperfections
We can always see the light in each other
5
Me. You. Together. Forever.
Those words are like pieces of heaven.
It's like being handed a gift,
when I hear those words from you.
How perfect would that be?
Just you and me? Forever?
Would it be like the movies,
where the only tears are happy tears?
Would we hold hands every chance we got?
Would we kiss in the rain, and run free together?
Will all the feelings be right,
will we know that this is it?
Will we know that this is why we are here,
to hold each other, love each other,
stroke each other's face, and embrace?
Oh, how can I ask such questions?
How can I ask if this is it?
Because I already know.
I know why I'm here, to hold you and love you,
to touch you, hug you, and want you,
and need you, and-
you complete me.
You're the one who hears me when I talk,
and strokes my back when I need a hug,
and listens when I'm down,
and you understand me when I explain,
and you
kiss me
in the rain.
6
A kiss,
so tender and sweet,
this kiss represents the love your heart gives,
your lips red and hot,
as my soul looks for the plot of this kiss
with my heart and soul,
I love you with all,
just as you love me too,
I am in a world where nothing exists,
except me and you,
in this PERFECT KISS.
7
With you, my dearest, special one
I vow to share the rest of my life
Very soon we?ll become one
United in holy matrimony
So real I could feel the day
Closer than the air around me
Memories will flow like rushing wind
When we walk down the Aisle
You and I will make eternal vows
About love and life on this day
I?ll gently lead you in my arms
And bring my love to bear...
I promise to love you through eternity
And let my countenance shine upon you
Togetherness in peace and harmony
We?ll forever live as husband and wife
8
Love is something you have to accept if you want it.
You have to hold tight to the thought
of never leaving someone's side.
Look at her.
Close your eyes.
Imagine her gone.
Ask yourself, do you love her?
Say to yourself, is this the person I want to be with?
Tell yourself, I hate her, I don't want to be with her,
I wish I could go forever without having to see her.
If you could not envision the hatred, the fear,
the condemnation, then you're in love.
If just the thought of her brings serenity and tranquility
to your mind, then you're in love.
If hard times are softened by her image in your mind,
then you're in love.
If you decide to accept that you love her,
and you want to be wih her forever, tell her.
Now.
9
Above the snowcapped peaks
I jet along
Looking down on the earth
I sing a song
My vision has been blurred
I just feel
Through life's twists and turns
And cards I deal
Is my life worth the space
I take?
Is love my sole desire
in decisions I make?
I realize life is too full
To waste on hate
There is not a minute to spare
No reason to wait
Never a more nobler cause
Ever so true
Not always just a feeling
But something you do
10
As I turn to go to bed
thoughts of you and hopefully also dreams of you.
rush me to my slumber
Ah, then the dreams do come and what
I hope to be a doorway to you..
But, Cruel fate intervenes and what the
heart most desires, the eyes do not
find no matter how long they search the
Cruel dream realm..
But, up ahead I see what appears to be a figure
teasingly hidden then not in the mist..
As I rush forward, longing driving me on, you turn to me
smile and open your arms.
Then in a last desperate attempt to reach out and
touch you, I foolishly awaken myself from my dream,
and find not my beloved next to me but, an empty bed.
So, back to sleep I go to try again, to finish the long night.
11
Caring as I do
I wander the
avenues of longing
searching
Your presence in the
flowers, the streams
The silence in the
forests
That embrace your
name, 'Love'
Caring as I do
I neglect the
ways of the world
And wander in my
mind's pursuit
of dreams
Yet to be
Perhaps never to be
But believing this truth
to be destined-
That we will love
again
Caring, caring as I do
I caress the
sand
And watch the
fine sunbaked
grains
Cascade
Disappearing in
the desert of
longing
And I cry for you
Caring as I do
my life takes
on a perception
of unearthly tones
Of music divinely
given
Played in the
cathedral's
forest of lost souls
Where I seek you
And I say, 'It
doesn't matter'
Yet, I die for you
12
Night has come - time to go to bed
I ask myself... "And what is next?"
...I cannot sleep again.
Thoughts are coming to my head:
"How to reach my aim?"
Night allows me to hear,
All the sounds around.
I am asking, "What is next?"
Only the clock can answer me with its ticking sounds,
"Time will show, my little guy, - Time will show..."
I close my eyes - it does not help...
Just the image of your face -
...With a smile and joy,
Comes in front of me
...in this darkly space.
Shadow creeps along the ceiling,
Just imagine what a feeling...
I lay alone in an empty bed
I ask myself, "And what is next?"
What is happening to me?
I can hardly understand.
The night is coming to an end,
the clock is ticking even still
I feel tears in my eyes...
...This I can't conceal.
Shelter me with thy visage of love.
Take me into thy radiant bosom to be a handmaiden of thy affection.
A mournful yearning doth await in my heart for love's homecoming.
Don't break this single thread and send me to the wasteland of despair,
Forever tarrying for the hand of one never to return.
Yellow crescent on darkened felt of eternity,
I reach for thee but cannot touch the light of thee in my soul.
Oh, night sky! Bring the light of morning's awakening quickly,
That I might be freed from the yoke chained upon my mortal being.
And see the fiery radiance upon the aspen branches
Trembling with unseen heat.
The silent torment of unspoken passion
Tears the breath from me in sobbing streams.
Ethereal light of love's request,
Touch me as a drop of dew spreads upon the water.
Purge my soul of the ripples of impatient desire.
Yellow crescent,
Grant me solace from this desert of heart's abandoned love.
2
Last night i stared at the moon
and thought of you,
I realised you were both the same
in some strange way, you see...
The moon is surrounded
by many stars,
and you are the
brightest star in my life...
The moon is far away
from earth,
and you are far away
from me...
But in the same way i can see
the moon so close,
you have this special way
of staying close to my heart...
The moon makes me
think of special things,
and you fill my dreams
with passion...
And even though
I don't get to see you often,
I can't explain the feeling
but when I look at the moon
I see you too...
3
For you, I will love
To feel your touch,
your kiss, your smile.
The way you hold me so close,
is like being in Heaven.
I will now commit,
To you and I forever.
To be in love always.
I have opened my soul to you,
and you have for me.
To me that is true love
as long as life shall be.
When life has parished,
we will dance forever
in the presence of God.
To become one Eternal Soul,
in what I call Eternal Love.
4
Beauty is such a simple word
It is made up of a fresh face
A perfect smile
The best body
The prettiest hair
But if we look past
The face, the smile, the body, the hair
What do we see?
We see the most beautiful thing in the world...
We see each other's soul
And in that soul can be found
A million roses waiting to bloom
A bottle of laughter waiting to be opened
A thousand memories to cherish forever
If we look past our imperfections
We can always see the light in each other
5
Me. You. Together. Forever.
Those words are like pieces of heaven.
It's like being handed a gift,
when I hear those words from you.
How perfect would that be?
Just you and me? Forever?
Would it be like the movies,
where the only tears are happy tears?
Would we hold hands every chance we got?
Would we kiss in the rain, and run free together?
Will all the feelings be right,
will we know that this is it?
Will we know that this is why we are here,
to hold each other, love each other,
stroke each other's face, and embrace?
Oh, how can I ask such questions?
How can I ask if this is it?
Because I already know.
I know why I'm here, to hold you and love you,
to touch you, hug you, and want you,
and need you, and-
you complete me.
You're the one who hears me when I talk,
and strokes my back when I need a hug,
and listens when I'm down,
and you understand me when I explain,
and you
kiss me
in the rain.
6
A kiss,
so tender and sweet,
this kiss represents the love your heart gives,
your lips red and hot,
as my soul looks for the plot of this kiss
with my heart and soul,
I love you with all,
just as you love me too,
I am in a world where nothing exists,
except me and you,
in this PERFECT KISS.
7
With you, my dearest, special one
I vow to share the rest of my life
Very soon we?ll become one
United in holy matrimony
So real I could feel the day
Closer than the air around me
Memories will flow like rushing wind
When we walk down the Aisle
You and I will make eternal vows
About love and life on this day
I?ll gently lead you in my arms
And bring my love to bear...
I promise to love you through eternity
And let my countenance shine upon you
Togetherness in peace and harmony
We?ll forever live as husband and wife
8
Love is something you have to accept if you want it.
You have to hold tight to the thought
of never leaving someone's side.
Look at her.
Close your eyes.
Imagine her gone.
Ask yourself, do you love her?
Say to yourself, is this the person I want to be with?
Tell yourself, I hate her, I don't want to be with her,
I wish I could go forever without having to see her.
If you could not envision the hatred, the fear,
the condemnation, then you're in love.
If just the thought of her brings serenity and tranquility
to your mind, then you're in love.
If hard times are softened by her image in your mind,
then you're in love.
If you decide to accept that you love her,
and you want to be wih her forever, tell her.
Now.
9
Above the snowcapped peaks
I jet along
Looking down on the earth
I sing a song
My vision has been blurred
I just feel
Through life's twists and turns
And cards I deal
Is my life worth the space
I take?
Is love my sole desire
in decisions I make?
I realize life is too full
To waste on hate
There is not a minute to spare
No reason to wait
Never a more nobler cause
Ever so true
Not always just a feeling
But something you do
10
As I turn to go to bed
thoughts of you and hopefully also dreams of you.
rush me to my slumber
Ah, then the dreams do come and what
I hope to be a doorway to you..
But, Cruel fate intervenes and what the
heart most desires, the eyes do not
find no matter how long they search the
Cruel dream realm..
But, up ahead I see what appears to be a figure
teasingly hidden then not in the mist..
As I rush forward, longing driving me on, you turn to me
smile and open your arms.
Then in a last desperate attempt to reach out and
touch you, I foolishly awaken myself from my dream,
and find not my beloved next to me but, an empty bed.
So, back to sleep I go to try again, to finish the long night.
11
Caring as I do
I wander the
avenues of longing
searching
Your presence in the
flowers, the streams
The silence in the
forests
That embrace your
name, 'Love'
Caring as I do
I neglect the
ways of the world
And wander in my
mind's pursuit
of dreams
Yet to be
Perhaps never to be
But believing this truth
to be destined-
That we will love
again
Caring, caring as I do
I caress the
sand
And watch the
fine sunbaked
grains
Cascade
Disappearing in
the desert of
longing
And I cry for you
Caring as I do
my life takes
on a perception
of unearthly tones
Of music divinely
given
Played in the
cathedral's
forest of lost souls
Where I seek you
And I say, 'It
doesn't matter'
Yet, I die for you
12
Night has come - time to go to bed
I ask myself... "And what is next?"
...I cannot sleep again.
Thoughts are coming to my head:
"How to reach my aim?"
Night allows me to hear,
All the sounds around.
I am asking, "What is next?"
Only the clock can answer me with its ticking sounds,
"Time will show, my little guy, - Time will show..."
I close my eyes - it does not help...
Just the image of your face -
...With a smile and joy,
Comes in front of me
...in this darkly space.
Shadow creeps along the ceiling,
Just imagine what a feeling...
I lay alone in an empty bed
I ask myself, "And what is next?"
What is happening to me?
I can hardly understand.
The night is coming to an end,
the clock is ticking even still
I feel tears in my eyes...
...This I can't conceal.
POETRY: GAZING INTO THE OCEAN OF LOVERS
A chilled winter night.
Diamonds glistening on black velvet.
Heavy silence surrounds me
what wonderment awaits me this night?
The consuming heat of passion?
Shared dreams on a winter night
by candlelight and wine?
Lips caressing my skin softly...
The purest of joys?
Love.
Finding you waiting at the window.
A light burning just for me.
Excitement lights your face at my approach
I am home,
home where my heart feels
such peace it longs for more.
Home to the love of a special woman..
my woman..
my love...
You.
Share this night with me.
Let's walk in the stillness,
bask in the glow of stars.
Happy in the world that is ours.
Holding hands tightly
smiling in our silence...
Speaking a million words
without making a sound.
The language of love.
Velvet skies...
chilled air...
warm hearts...
Home..
You.
2
They arise from the deep blue
Towering over head
Then toppling down with a thunderous crash
In the night the moon changes their color
Silver that shines and smoothes out the ripples
When looked upon from the outside
Strength and power are illuminated
But when looked upon by lovers
A true reflection is shown
The reflection of true love floating in the waves
Shows the intentions of the hearts
Through just one gaze
One wave is all it takes
In all its power and glory
To make two people fall deeper in love
As I did when I stood with you
Gazing into the ocean of lovers.
3
She whispers, softly in his ear,
words she longs to hear.
She says, "I love you,"
but he doesn't respond.
She wishes he could love her
and want to hold her for all time.
He sits there wondering if her words are true.
He loves her but doesn't know how to say it.
So, he sits there, silently,
wondering if she knows.
She drives home,
wondering what he is thinking.
She sees lights up ahead.
All of a sudden everything goes black.
He receives a call.
"She is dead," the voice says.
"Who?" he asks.
"The woman you love."
He sits and wonders, "If I had told her,
would she still be alive?"
He stares at the spot where she was sitting--
her scent lingering before him--
cherishing each moment they had shared.
She is gone, not knowing his love.
Remember to tell her before it is too late.
4
find I'm in this situation yet again,
in between action and lamentation
Not knowing whether to act or to remain
in the cover of thought, doing nothing more
than thinking idly about what could have been,
what once was.
Yet again, I find myself tied down by strands
of my own self doubt, invisibly thin, yet
unbreakably strong, tying me down to mediocrity,
to hopeless thoughts of what could now be
if only I would act on it, or what might be if I do act.
Or I could just do nothing, and let time pass me by
like a single ripple in a rushing river,
like just another day in a lifetime of days gone by,
filled with mediocrity and inaction.
Once more, I find myself faced with the decision,
of whether or not to act, to take a chance at rejection,
to take a chance at acceptance.
Life won't wait for me forever.
5
I've never seen you?
I've never met you ?
Then why do I wait for you.
How can it happen that each day u bring new life to my existance,
But I don?t know you, I always insist.
Why do I hope you know you are in my heart.
How can I hope we'll never be apart.
Why does my heart want to tell you that somebody loves you,
Far more than you can ever know,
And no one can ever be so.
How come?? I can?t tell,
Maybe I'm under some sort of spell?.
For you, a known stranger? has given me a dream,
Or should I say my life's cream?..
For now I'm living your dream,
As you have made my life a calm stream.
Everytime
I close my eyes
I feel you,
And whenever,
I lift my eyes
I miss you.
Staring at blank,
I always knit a web of our love, hopes and dreams.
And then I feel a heart coming out from somewhere,
With a feeling, too
Growing in me?
that I'm the only one who's heart cares?.
And before even I can realize,
A smile comes on my face,
Making between us a comforting space.
A smile from you works wonders on me.
And your magic not only makes me meek,
But anyone can see a glowing deep blush on my cheek?
And as you look deep into my eyes,
You come too close?
Your warm breathe touching me and mine brushing u..
making me hard to pose.
And as you cupped my face in your soft palms?
My eyes feel heavy and my heart light with ur love charms?
Blood rises high in my veins,
And my heart pounds heavily with excitement?
Which made me forget all my pains.
And then suddenly startled as somebody shook me?
Boy! I said to myself it really took me?
But even then with thief eyes I looked around for you but in vain?
And then in frustration I cried, What is this? Am I going insane??
For there is a heart known to me?
But a face? a stranger? unknown to me?
Am I going crazy,
Or do I dream too much?
But even this is true.. whenever I think of you,
I feel your touch.
I feel, I know, I believe ?
That you are there and you'll understand
what I feel,
What's going on in my heart,
As you'll silently read my thoughts and see my dreams,
I know I can forever rely upon you? whenever the troubles come in,
Cos the threads which I'll sew our heart will be strong, not thin.
With you I know I'll be secure..
Cos my feelings for you and your feelings for me will always be pure.
For my paradise will be your warm and protective embrace,
And that will be my silent praise.
To be honest will forever be my silent craze.
For in your hug?
I know will lie my world,
So rich, so deep, so divine,
With not even a single pain to pine.
Our love will be sincere, pious and pleasant,
Generous, strong, faithful and patient.
So in luv will be we two
That we ourself won't know what to do?..
But I know one thing?
My life will be only with you,
And you'll be the reason I'll be alive.
Yes! Only for you ?.
For I know I'll be there for you,
And you'll be there for me.
I'll have the gift of happiness?
The more you will unwrap it?
the more I'll explore?
cos YOU'll be my life's essence?
And without you I'll be like a flower without fragnance, for I know,
happiness comes from soul's satisfaction? it comes from within u?
And that?s why I won?t have to search for it outside?
till the time I'm with u.
For our world will be a small heaven amidst wilderness.
Where even ur small gesture will be purest expression of our love..
Let it be your warm grasp on my hand,
Or your loving touch.
An unspoken promise, an everlasting trust
I'll abide in your sparkling eyes?
And anyone will be able to see the pain in them if ever I cry.
YOU'll be my peace in storms,
YOU'll be my calm in effort,
YOU'll be my joy in surrender?
YOU?'l be my luminous faith??
MY BEAUTIFUL STRANGER!!!
6
Cuddled by the fireplace, holding each other's hand. Watching time
sift slowly past, through the hour glass, with each granule of sand.
Music softly plays on the phonograph from times long ago. Your gentle
nibbles you give me, tickle from head to toe. Our eyes gaze towards
looking outside the window. Heart shape tracks driven in the snow,
with yours & mine intials your love for me to show. You whisper so
passionately I want you to know. My love for you will forever & ever
grow. Never will there be another like you. This is how I want
to spend all my winter nights with you.
7
My eyes look into yours
so deep into your soul
I find my existence
Lost in passion
discovering desire
My appetite longing
only you
ALWAYS
My heart beats strong
as thy breath quickens
emotion brought forth
so long forgotten
reborn again
from your touch
Only you
FOREVER
I give to you willingly
without hesitation
the total being I am
As we explore life
discovering laughter
uncovering sensations
only you
and Then Some
My devotion unyielding
with warmth and passion
Whispering into your ear,
When the stars burn out
and new life begins
I will be there waiting
For I Love You
Always, Forever and Then Some.
8
You're the Sun in my Day,
Shining down from above.
You're the Moon and Stars in my Night,
Looking down on the one you Love.
Though you may be far away,
In my Heart, I hold you near.
I'll always love you,
Living without you is my biggest fear.
Sometimes, I feel worthless,
But your caring words take the pain away.
I Love you Now and Forever,
In my heart is where you will always Stay.
As the Sun, Moon, and Stars,
All Shining so Bright
I will love you with all my Being,
Not a doubt in sight.
Sparkling high above,
As I live on the Earth below.
I'll love you until I Die,
This is a Seal of my Oath.
9
Cool spring breezes finding their way to those who need it
those who have nothing but the most elementary of satisfactions,
lost in a sense of self-absorbed sorrow, hardened by being alone
in a world catering to those with soul-mates.
These are the refugees of life, if you will,
the nameless...faceless people you pass by every day
without ever giving a second thought...
they are great in numbers, yet unnoticed.
Why? I'll tell you why! because they're alone
either by choice or by sheer fate...
or just an unevenly stacked deck.
Some have pounding hearts of desire, yearning to be fulfilled
by meeting that one person they see and feel in their dreams
but can never reach out and touch.
I want to touch you...I need to touch you...
I can't take it anymore! I need to feel
the soft caress of your skin next to mine
sending the most incredible passionate feelings up my spine.
Two hearts connected permanently
never to be removed or parted
by sorrow and lonesomeness... making life worthwhile.
The long grueling test would now be worth every moment
and savored for the rest of eternity.
10
Love is unfamilar to none
though some have yet to experience it, truly.
Is it possible to put into words
when meaning broadens from soul to soul?
Through song and verse made poignant
Still, to define touch, measure feeling,
is possible only with understanding.
Not only between lovers, but friends, and family--
those put before yourself,
Because love seeks nothing in return.
It's realizing all their faults
and loving despite them.
It's the way you know so well
to hold their hand though they haven't asked.
It's the risk taken to be closer
and the fear of never getting close enough.
It's the heartbeat skipped when they're near
and the ache when they're gone.
Love endures through unspeakable tragedy
and provides the strength to go on.
It is the promise of comfort and the source of happiness.
It requires neither eye to be seen
nor ear to be heard
but without it, life has no purpose.
Love's purity is unmatched when true,
For those deemed "loved ones" are truly blessed by you.
11
I put all my strength into building walls and creating barriers-
My own little sanctuary just out of the public eye.
Then, like a mystical creature from a storybook, you appeared-
And taught me that I did not have to hide.
Constantly pushing away my fears and insecurities-
You took my blind heart and taught me to see.
Installing hopes and dreams I thought I had left far behind-
Lost somewhere in my past.
You taught me that some things are meant to last.
Reassuring my uneasy mind-
Allowing me to fall into the abyss of your love.
A daily reminder of all good things yet to come.
Slowly, one by one, my fears disappeared-
Vanished into thin air.
Like a magnificant light- your love came out of nowhere.
Coaxing me out from behind my shadow-
Telling me to notice all of my good qualities.
And, amazingly enough,
Somehow you have forced that shadow
To hide behind me.
So take these words, keep them deep inside your heart
And remember them always...
I love you with my complete mind, body and soul
From now 'til eternity.
Diamonds glistening on black velvet.
Heavy silence surrounds me
what wonderment awaits me this night?
The consuming heat of passion?
Shared dreams on a winter night
by candlelight and wine?
Lips caressing my skin softly...
The purest of joys?
Love.
Finding you waiting at the window.
A light burning just for me.
Excitement lights your face at my approach
I am home,
home where my heart feels
such peace it longs for more.
Home to the love of a special woman..
my woman..
my love...
You.
Share this night with me.
Let's walk in the stillness,
bask in the glow of stars.
Happy in the world that is ours.
Holding hands tightly
smiling in our silence...
Speaking a million words
without making a sound.
The language of love.
Velvet skies...
chilled air...
warm hearts...
Home..
You.
2
They arise from the deep blue
Towering over head
Then toppling down with a thunderous crash
In the night the moon changes their color
Silver that shines and smoothes out the ripples
When looked upon from the outside
Strength and power are illuminated
But when looked upon by lovers
A true reflection is shown
The reflection of true love floating in the waves
Shows the intentions of the hearts
Through just one gaze
One wave is all it takes
In all its power and glory
To make two people fall deeper in love
As I did when I stood with you
Gazing into the ocean of lovers.
3
She whispers, softly in his ear,
words she longs to hear.
She says, "I love you,"
but he doesn't respond.
She wishes he could love her
and want to hold her for all time.
He sits there wondering if her words are true.
He loves her but doesn't know how to say it.
So, he sits there, silently,
wondering if she knows.
She drives home,
wondering what he is thinking.
She sees lights up ahead.
All of a sudden everything goes black.
He receives a call.
"She is dead," the voice says.
"Who?" he asks.
"The woman you love."
He sits and wonders, "If I had told her,
would she still be alive?"
He stares at the spot where she was sitting--
her scent lingering before him--
cherishing each moment they had shared.
She is gone, not knowing his love.
Remember to tell her before it is too late.
4
find I'm in this situation yet again,
in between action and lamentation
Not knowing whether to act or to remain
in the cover of thought, doing nothing more
than thinking idly about what could have been,
what once was.
Yet again, I find myself tied down by strands
of my own self doubt, invisibly thin, yet
unbreakably strong, tying me down to mediocrity,
to hopeless thoughts of what could now be
if only I would act on it, or what might be if I do act.
Or I could just do nothing, and let time pass me by
like a single ripple in a rushing river,
like just another day in a lifetime of days gone by,
filled with mediocrity and inaction.
Once more, I find myself faced with the decision,
of whether or not to act, to take a chance at rejection,
to take a chance at acceptance.
Life won't wait for me forever.
5
I've never seen you?
I've never met you ?
Then why do I wait for you.
How can it happen that each day u bring new life to my existance,
But I don?t know you, I always insist.
Why do I hope you know you are in my heart.
How can I hope we'll never be apart.
Why does my heart want to tell you that somebody loves you,
Far more than you can ever know,
And no one can ever be so.
How come?? I can?t tell,
Maybe I'm under some sort of spell?.
For you, a known stranger? has given me a dream,
Or should I say my life's cream?..
For now I'm living your dream,
As you have made my life a calm stream.
Everytime
I close my eyes
I feel you,
And whenever,
I lift my eyes
I miss you.
Staring at blank,
I always knit a web of our love, hopes and dreams.
And then I feel a heart coming out from somewhere,
With a feeling, too
Growing in me?
that I'm the only one who's heart cares?.
And before even I can realize,
A smile comes on my face,
Making between us a comforting space.
A smile from you works wonders on me.
And your magic not only makes me meek,
But anyone can see a glowing deep blush on my cheek?
And as you look deep into my eyes,
You come too close?
Your warm breathe touching me and mine brushing u..
making me hard to pose.
And as you cupped my face in your soft palms?
My eyes feel heavy and my heart light with ur love charms?
Blood rises high in my veins,
And my heart pounds heavily with excitement?
Which made me forget all my pains.
And then suddenly startled as somebody shook me?
Boy! I said to myself it really took me?
But even then with thief eyes I looked around for you but in vain?
And then in frustration I cried, What is this? Am I going insane??
For there is a heart known to me?
But a face? a stranger? unknown to me?
Am I going crazy,
Or do I dream too much?
But even this is true.. whenever I think of you,
I feel your touch.
I feel, I know, I believe ?
That you are there and you'll understand
what I feel,
What's going on in my heart,
As you'll silently read my thoughts and see my dreams,
I know I can forever rely upon you? whenever the troubles come in,
Cos the threads which I'll sew our heart will be strong, not thin.
With you I know I'll be secure..
Cos my feelings for you and your feelings for me will always be pure.
For my paradise will be your warm and protective embrace,
And that will be my silent praise.
To be honest will forever be my silent craze.
For in your hug?
I know will lie my world,
So rich, so deep, so divine,
With not even a single pain to pine.
Our love will be sincere, pious and pleasant,
Generous, strong, faithful and patient.
So in luv will be we two
That we ourself won't know what to do?..
But I know one thing?
My life will be only with you,
And you'll be the reason I'll be alive.
Yes! Only for you ?.
For I know I'll be there for you,
And you'll be there for me.
I'll have the gift of happiness?
The more you will unwrap it?
the more I'll explore?
cos YOU'll be my life's essence?
And without you I'll be like a flower without fragnance, for I know,
happiness comes from soul's satisfaction? it comes from within u?
And that?s why I won?t have to search for it outside?
till the time I'm with u.
For our world will be a small heaven amidst wilderness.
Where even ur small gesture will be purest expression of our love..
Let it be your warm grasp on my hand,
Or your loving touch.
An unspoken promise, an everlasting trust
I'll abide in your sparkling eyes?
And anyone will be able to see the pain in them if ever I cry.
YOU'll be my peace in storms,
YOU'll be my calm in effort,
YOU'll be my joy in surrender?
YOU?'l be my luminous faith??
MY BEAUTIFUL STRANGER!!!
6
Cuddled by the fireplace, holding each other's hand. Watching time
sift slowly past, through the hour glass, with each granule of sand.
Music softly plays on the phonograph from times long ago. Your gentle
nibbles you give me, tickle from head to toe. Our eyes gaze towards
looking outside the window. Heart shape tracks driven in the snow,
with yours & mine intials your love for me to show. You whisper so
passionately I want you to know. My love for you will forever & ever
grow. Never will there be another like you. This is how I want
to spend all my winter nights with you.
7
My eyes look into yours
so deep into your soul
I find my existence
Lost in passion
discovering desire
My appetite longing
only you
ALWAYS
My heart beats strong
as thy breath quickens
emotion brought forth
so long forgotten
reborn again
from your touch
Only you
FOREVER
I give to you willingly
without hesitation
the total being I am
As we explore life
discovering laughter
uncovering sensations
only you
and Then Some
My devotion unyielding
with warmth and passion
Whispering into your ear,
When the stars burn out
and new life begins
I will be there waiting
For I Love You
Always, Forever and Then Some.
8
You're the Sun in my Day,
Shining down from above.
You're the Moon and Stars in my Night,
Looking down on the one you Love.
Though you may be far away,
In my Heart, I hold you near.
I'll always love you,
Living without you is my biggest fear.
Sometimes, I feel worthless,
But your caring words take the pain away.
I Love you Now and Forever,
In my heart is where you will always Stay.
As the Sun, Moon, and Stars,
All Shining so Bright
I will love you with all my Being,
Not a doubt in sight.
Sparkling high above,
As I live on the Earth below.
I'll love you until I Die,
This is a Seal of my Oath.
9
Cool spring breezes finding their way to those who need it
those who have nothing but the most elementary of satisfactions,
lost in a sense of self-absorbed sorrow, hardened by being alone
in a world catering to those with soul-mates.
These are the refugees of life, if you will,
the nameless...faceless people you pass by every day
without ever giving a second thought...
they are great in numbers, yet unnoticed.
Why? I'll tell you why! because they're alone
either by choice or by sheer fate...
or just an unevenly stacked deck.
Some have pounding hearts of desire, yearning to be fulfilled
by meeting that one person they see and feel in their dreams
but can never reach out and touch.
I want to touch you...I need to touch you...
I can't take it anymore! I need to feel
the soft caress of your skin next to mine
sending the most incredible passionate feelings up my spine.
Two hearts connected permanently
never to be removed or parted
by sorrow and lonesomeness... making life worthwhile.
The long grueling test would now be worth every moment
and savored for the rest of eternity.
10
Love is unfamilar to none
though some have yet to experience it, truly.
Is it possible to put into words
when meaning broadens from soul to soul?
Through song and verse made poignant
Still, to define touch, measure feeling,
is possible only with understanding.
Not only between lovers, but friends, and family--
those put before yourself,
Because love seeks nothing in return.
It's realizing all their faults
and loving despite them.
It's the way you know so well
to hold their hand though they haven't asked.
It's the risk taken to be closer
and the fear of never getting close enough.
It's the heartbeat skipped when they're near
and the ache when they're gone.
Love endures through unspeakable tragedy
and provides the strength to go on.
It is the promise of comfort and the source of happiness.
It requires neither eye to be seen
nor ear to be heard
but without it, life has no purpose.
Love's purity is unmatched when true,
For those deemed "loved ones" are truly blessed by you.
11
I put all my strength into building walls and creating barriers-
My own little sanctuary just out of the public eye.
Then, like a mystical creature from a storybook, you appeared-
And taught me that I did not have to hide.
Constantly pushing away my fears and insecurities-
You took my blind heart and taught me to see.
Installing hopes and dreams I thought I had left far behind-
Lost somewhere in my past.
You taught me that some things are meant to last.
Reassuring my uneasy mind-
Allowing me to fall into the abyss of your love.
A daily reminder of all good things yet to come.
Slowly, one by one, my fears disappeared-
Vanished into thin air.
Like a magnificant light- your love came out of nowhere.
Coaxing me out from behind my shadow-
Telling me to notice all of my good qualities.
And, amazingly enough,
Somehow you have forced that shadow
To hide behind me.
So take these words, keep them deep inside your heart
And remember them always...
I love you with my complete mind, body and soul
From now 'til eternity.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
LOVE: BEING NICE VS BEING REAL
Are nice people really nice? What exactly does being a “nice” person mean? Is it really a compliment to be described as nice? I don’t think so. I believe nice people are over-rated. Character traits associated with being “nice”, such as consideration, respect of others, politeness and compassion, are in fact, often missing in people attributed as “nice”. By describing a person as “nice” we are allowing them a socially acceptable, and seldom challenged, mask to hide behind.
In my experience, a person is most often referred to as “nice” when they have no outstandingly good or bad traits and you don’t know how else to describe them. They aren’t the people who disagree with ideas at a meeting, talk too loud or even question the motives of others, because those aren’t very “nice” things to do. Nice people tend instead to be very concerned with all of the other people around them. They are not offensive; they smile a lot and tend to agree in conversation with what is being said. Unfortunately you rarely know where you stand with a nice person because while it is impolite to disagree with you in person they will often repeat the story and their opinions to others for advice, sympathy, a means to propagate their “niceness”, or a way tell you something to avoid hurting your feelings.
Being “nice” allows people to be excused for behaviors that wouldn’t be tolerated from “not nice” or mean people. Nice people seem to feel certain they know what other people want and/or need and will attempt to meet those needs whether invited to or not. It can be very hard to pinpoint a nice person on any behavior (or lack thereof) you are uncomfortable with because by voicing a concern that upsets a nice person you are described as “mean” or “rude” for hurting their feelings.
There are people who seem to wear “nice” as a mask. “Nice” people tend to fall into one of three categories; victims, bullies or victimizers. For example many Midwestern girls are taught to be “nice” to everyone they meet. This early training puts them in danger of becoming an easy target once they venture out into the “big, bad world” and encounter people who aren’t very concerned with being nice back. On the flip side, one can’t count the number of times someone convicted of some horrible crime, such as child molestation or being a serial killer, is repeatedly described in shock by their neighbors as being a “nice” person. Much more common than either the victim or the victimizer is the nice “bully”. This is the person who pushes an agenda under the pretense of being nice and looking out for others best interests. This person may be the passive aggressive friend or co-worker who continually tells you the awful things others are saying about you because they are “just trying to be nice”. If you question the nice bully about their motives they tend to be very hurt or highly offended at how mean you are being - which is quite a powerful tool!
Even though I feel that being nice is at best over-rated and at worst dangerous I am left questioning why is being “nice” so valued in our culture. I wonder if it is tied to our understanding, or perhaps misunderstanding, of manners. Possibly being nice is a substitute for having good manners…
Being nice is a very surface understanding of both manners and interpersonal relationships. In fact, the people we commonly refer to as “nice” usually don’t have very good manners. They appear concerned with others, but their own words and actions betray them for what they are – thoughtless. A nice person, however, believes even their thoughtless words should be counted as nice because they were “trying to be nice”. In the mind of “nice” the outcome (hurt feelings) shouldn’t have more weight than the intention (their “thoughtfulness” or consideration of the other person demonstrated by asking them a question), it is intentions that matter. And suggesting otherwise brands you as “mean”.
Some real-life examples of “nice” in action:
The nice lady from down the street who asks the adoptive mother of two Asian girls, in front of the children, how much the children cost and comments on how sorry she feels for her that the mother is missing out on the joy of having her own real children.
The nice guy at work who comments on how much better you look after losing some weight and quickly adds that you didn’t look bad before, you just look so great now.
I’ve seen nice people in these situations argue that they were “just curious” and didn’t intend to hurt anyone’s feelings. They end the conversation feeling the victimized party, not understanding how anyone could think they would have been intentionally mean. Good manners on the other hand imply thoughtfulness, thinking about the other person and their possible point of view before speaking. You can be mentally “checked out” and still be considered “nice”. This isn’t the case with manners.
The same real-life examples for someone with good manners:
To the adoptive mother of two Asian girls, “Oh, what beautiful girls you have! How old are they and what are their names? You must be so proud.”
To the co-worker who’s recently lost weight, “You are looking really nice today.”
Same situations but very different words and the people involved are left feeling very different. Let’s not be Pollyanna here, the person with good manners might be dying to ask how expensive it is to adopt from overseas and your best buddy male co-worker may suddenly seeing you as an attractive potential date for the first time. But consideration for the other party overrides the first words or questions that come to mind.
On the surface being nice and having good manners both focus on the “other”. So how can they be so different? Being nice is all about self-denial, thus breeding resentment. A “nice” person has been taught from childhood to put others before themselves the implication being that others are better than they. This leaves them feeling inferior and allows resentment to build. This belief is so ingrained that even if others are their equals or self-perceived as “inferiors”, they must continue pretending otherwise. This grates deeply, opening the door to “accidental/on purpose” nice words and actions.
Someone with good manners on the other hand has been taught or learned that they are neither better than nor less than other people. No indeed, manners are a tool and are used as such. When practiced manners allow us to both give and receive in our relationships. Having good manners is about respecting oneself. If someone with good manners is being treated poorly it is likely they begin to politely avoid being around the person causing offense, rather than suffer in silence. Manners allow authentic responses, controlled yes, but authentic nonetheless. Authentic people aren’t doormats. No such safeguard is given to those taught to be nice.
In my experience, a person is most often referred to as “nice” when they have no outstandingly good or bad traits and you don’t know how else to describe them. They aren’t the people who disagree with ideas at a meeting, talk too loud or even question the motives of others, because those aren’t very “nice” things to do. Nice people tend instead to be very concerned with all of the other people around them. They are not offensive; they smile a lot and tend to agree in conversation with what is being said. Unfortunately you rarely know where you stand with a nice person because while it is impolite to disagree with you in person they will often repeat the story and their opinions to others for advice, sympathy, a means to propagate their “niceness”, or a way tell you something to avoid hurting your feelings.
Being “nice” allows people to be excused for behaviors that wouldn’t be tolerated from “not nice” or mean people. Nice people seem to feel certain they know what other people want and/or need and will attempt to meet those needs whether invited to or not. It can be very hard to pinpoint a nice person on any behavior (or lack thereof) you are uncomfortable with because by voicing a concern that upsets a nice person you are described as “mean” or “rude” for hurting their feelings.
There are people who seem to wear “nice” as a mask. “Nice” people tend to fall into one of three categories; victims, bullies or victimizers. For example many Midwestern girls are taught to be “nice” to everyone they meet. This early training puts them in danger of becoming an easy target once they venture out into the “big, bad world” and encounter people who aren’t very concerned with being nice back. On the flip side, one can’t count the number of times someone convicted of some horrible crime, such as child molestation or being a serial killer, is repeatedly described in shock by their neighbors as being a “nice” person. Much more common than either the victim or the victimizer is the nice “bully”. This is the person who pushes an agenda under the pretense of being nice and looking out for others best interests. This person may be the passive aggressive friend or co-worker who continually tells you the awful things others are saying about you because they are “just trying to be nice”. If you question the nice bully about their motives they tend to be very hurt or highly offended at how mean you are being - which is quite a powerful tool!
Even though I feel that being nice is at best over-rated and at worst dangerous I am left questioning why is being “nice” so valued in our culture. I wonder if it is tied to our understanding, or perhaps misunderstanding, of manners. Possibly being nice is a substitute for having good manners…
Being nice is a very surface understanding of both manners and interpersonal relationships. In fact, the people we commonly refer to as “nice” usually don’t have very good manners. They appear concerned with others, but their own words and actions betray them for what they are – thoughtless. A nice person, however, believes even their thoughtless words should be counted as nice because they were “trying to be nice”. In the mind of “nice” the outcome (hurt feelings) shouldn’t have more weight than the intention (their “thoughtfulness” or consideration of the other person demonstrated by asking them a question), it is intentions that matter. And suggesting otherwise brands you as “mean”.
Some real-life examples of “nice” in action:
The nice lady from down the street who asks the adoptive mother of two Asian girls, in front of the children, how much the children cost and comments on how sorry she feels for her that the mother is missing out on the joy of having her own real children.
The nice guy at work who comments on how much better you look after losing some weight and quickly adds that you didn’t look bad before, you just look so great now.
I’ve seen nice people in these situations argue that they were “just curious” and didn’t intend to hurt anyone’s feelings. They end the conversation feeling the victimized party, not understanding how anyone could think they would have been intentionally mean. Good manners on the other hand imply thoughtfulness, thinking about the other person and their possible point of view before speaking. You can be mentally “checked out” and still be considered “nice”. This isn’t the case with manners.
The same real-life examples for someone with good manners:
To the adoptive mother of two Asian girls, “Oh, what beautiful girls you have! How old are they and what are their names? You must be so proud.”
To the co-worker who’s recently lost weight, “You are looking really nice today.”
Same situations but very different words and the people involved are left feeling very different. Let’s not be Pollyanna here, the person with good manners might be dying to ask how expensive it is to adopt from overseas and your best buddy male co-worker may suddenly seeing you as an attractive potential date for the first time. But consideration for the other party overrides the first words or questions that come to mind.
On the surface being nice and having good manners both focus on the “other”. So how can they be so different? Being nice is all about self-denial, thus breeding resentment. A “nice” person has been taught from childhood to put others before themselves the implication being that others are better than they. This leaves them feeling inferior and allows resentment to build. This belief is so ingrained that even if others are their equals or self-perceived as “inferiors”, they must continue pretending otherwise. This grates deeply, opening the door to “accidental/on purpose” nice words and actions.
Someone with good manners on the other hand has been taught or learned that they are neither better than nor less than other people. No indeed, manners are a tool and are used as such. When practiced manners allow us to both give and receive in our relationships. Having good manners is about respecting oneself. If someone with good manners is being treated poorly it is likely they begin to politely avoid being around the person causing offense, rather than suffer in silence. Manners allow authentic responses, controlled yes, but authentic nonetheless. Authentic people aren’t doormats. No such safeguard is given to those taught to be nice.
LOVE
Love is not something you can see, its not something you can taste, touch..but yes you can feel it. You dont have to here words from the other person to know when love is present...you can be on the phone with them and no words can be spoken and with out even seeing them you can feel them. Also in love words arent everything, but the eyes can tell the story, can tell happiness or sadness. With the eyes you can see someones soul, feel what they feel inside.
When you feel inside what they feel that is when you become one...and that is what love is about between two people..when you become one
When you feel inside what they feel that is when you become one...and that is what love is about between two people..when you become one
SPIRITUAL: THE STRUGGLE OF LIFE
The one who does not know the struggle of life is either an immature soul, or a soul who has risen above the life of this world. The object of a human being in this world is to attain to the perfection of humanity, and therefore it is necessary that man should go through what we call the struggle of life.
Because life means a continual battle, one’s success, failure, happiness, or unhappiness mostly depends upon one’s knowledge of this battle. Whatever be one’s occupation in life, whatever be one’s knowledge, if one lacks the knowledge of the battle of life one lacks the most important knowledge of all.
As soon as a man loses the courage to go through the struggle of life, the burden of the whole world falls on his head. But he who goes on struggling through life, he alone makes his way.
One must study the nature of life, one must understand the psychology of this struggle. In order to understand this struggle one must see that there are three sides to it: struggle with oneself, struggle with others, and struggle with circumstances. One person may be capable of struggling with himself, but that is not sufficient. Another is able to struggle with others, but even that is not sufficient. A third person may answer the demands of circumstance, but this is not enough either; what is needed is that all three should be studied and learnt, and one must be able to manage the struggle in all three directions.
The one who struggles with himself first is the wisest, for once he has struggled with himself, which is the most difficult struggle, the other struggles will become easy for him.
What is the nature of the struggle with oneself? It has three aspects. The first is to make one’s thought, speech, and action answer the demands of one’s own ideal, while at the same time giving expression to all the impulses and desires which belong to one’s natural being. The next aspect of the struggle with oneself is to fit in with others, with their various ideas and demands. For this a man has to make himself as narrow or as wide as the place that one asks him to fill, which is a delicate matter, difficult for all to comprehend and practise. And the third aspect of the struggle with oneself is to give accommodation to others in one’s own life, in one’s own heart, large or small as the demand may be.
When we consider the struggle with others there are also three things to think about, of which the first is to control and govern people and activities which happen to be our duty, our responsibility. Another aspect is how to allow ourselves to be used by others in various situations in life; to know to what extent one should allow others to make use of our time, our energy, our work, or our patience, and where to draw the line. And the third aspect is to fit in with the standards and conceptions of different personalities who are at various stages of evolution.
How does the Sufi Struggle? He struggles with power, with understanding, with open eyes, and with patience.
The nature of life is illusive. Under a gain a loss is hidden; under a loss a gain is hidden; and living in this life of illusion it is very difficult for man to realize what is really good for him. Even with a wise person, much of his wisdom is demanded by life and by its battle. One cannot be gentle enough, one cannot be sufficiently kind; the more one gives to life, the more life asks of one. There again is a battle.
The worldly struggle is outward struggle. The struggle on the spiritual path is inward struggle. No sooner does one take the spiritual direction than the first enemy one meets is one’s own self. What does the self do? It is most mischievous. When one says one wants to fight it, it says, ‘I am yourself. Do you want to fight me?’ And when it brings failure, it is clever enough to put the blame on someone else.
The balance of life lies in being as fine as a thread and as strong as a steel wire. If one does not show endurance and strength to withstand all the opposing and disturbing influences among which one always has to be in life, one certainly reveals a weakness and lack of development.
Every circumstance, favourable or unfavourable, in which a man finds himself, and every person, agreeable or disagreeable, in whose presence he is, causes him to react. Upon this reaction depends the man’s happiness and his spiritual progress. If he has control over this reaction, it means that he is progressing; if he has no control over it, it shows that he is going backward.
When a person progresses towards spirituality he must bear in mind that together with his spiritual progress he must strengthen himself against disturbing influences. If not, he should know that however much he desires to make progress he will be pulled back against his will by conditions, by circumstances
All such things as passion and anger and irritation one looks upon as very bad, as evil; but if that evil were kept in hand it could be used for a good purpose, because it is a power, it is an energy. In other words evil, properly used, becomes a virtue; and virtue wrongly used becomes an evil. For instance, when a person is in a rage, or when he really feels like being angry, if he controls that thought and does not express it in words, that gives him great power. Otherwise the expression has a bad effect upon his nerves. His control of it has given him an extra strength which will remain with him. A person who has anger and control is to be preferred to the person who has got neither.
The only difference between spiritual attainment and the continual struggle of life is that in worldly life one struggles in another direction. In worldly life, be it in business or politics or industry or whatever be life’s path, if a person proves to be lacking in that power which enables him to struggle along, he meets nothing but failure. He may be a good person, a saintly person, a spiritual person, but that does not count. It is for this reason that many in the world lose faith in goodness and in spirituality when they see that this goodness does not seem to count in life. It is absurd for a spiritual person to say that by spirituality, goodness, and piety one’s worldly struggle will be helped. One should have the inspiration and power to answer life’s demands in life’s struggle. The seeker on the spiritual path should not forget that floating in the air is no good; standing on the earth is the first thing necessary.
The point is to meet one’s condition with understanding and with complete resignation. Thus the first thing is to meet the condition as it is and the second is to better the condition. The more one can avoid conflict the better; at the same time we cannot always avoid a conflict, and we must not turn our back on it if it comes to us. After all, life is a struggle and we must be ready to struggle. Only, struggle must not make us drunk so that we lose the way of peace which is the first thing to consider.
The only way to live in the midst of inharmonious influences is to strengthen the will power and endure all things, yet keeping fineness of character and nobility of manner, together with an everlasting heart full of love.
The end and the sum total of all mysticism, philosophy, and meditation, of everything one learns and develops, is to be a better servant to humanity. Everything from the beginning to the end in the spiritual path is a training to be able to serve mankind better, and if one does not do it with that intention, one will find in the end that one has accomplished nothing.
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Because life means a continual battle, one’s success, failure, happiness, or unhappiness mostly depends upon one’s knowledge of this battle. Whatever be one’s occupation in life, whatever be one’s knowledge, if one lacks the knowledge of the battle of life one lacks the most important knowledge of all.
As soon as a man loses the courage to go through the struggle of life, the burden of the whole world falls on his head. But he who goes on struggling through life, he alone makes his way.
One must study the nature of life, one must understand the psychology of this struggle. In order to understand this struggle one must see that there are three sides to it: struggle with oneself, struggle with others, and struggle with circumstances. One person may be capable of struggling with himself, but that is not sufficient. Another is able to struggle with others, but even that is not sufficient. A third person may answer the demands of circumstance, but this is not enough either; what is needed is that all three should be studied and learnt, and one must be able to manage the struggle in all three directions.
The one who struggles with himself first is the wisest, for once he has struggled with himself, which is the most difficult struggle, the other struggles will become easy for him.
What is the nature of the struggle with oneself? It has three aspects. The first is to make one’s thought, speech, and action answer the demands of one’s own ideal, while at the same time giving expression to all the impulses and desires which belong to one’s natural being. The next aspect of the struggle with oneself is to fit in with others, with their various ideas and demands. For this a man has to make himself as narrow or as wide as the place that one asks him to fill, which is a delicate matter, difficult for all to comprehend and practise. And the third aspect of the struggle with oneself is to give accommodation to others in one’s own life, in one’s own heart, large or small as the demand may be.
When we consider the struggle with others there are also three things to think about, of which the first is to control and govern people and activities which happen to be our duty, our responsibility. Another aspect is how to allow ourselves to be used by others in various situations in life; to know to what extent one should allow others to make use of our time, our energy, our work, or our patience, and where to draw the line. And the third aspect is to fit in with the standards and conceptions of different personalities who are at various stages of evolution.
How does the Sufi Struggle? He struggles with power, with understanding, with open eyes, and with patience.
The nature of life is illusive. Under a gain a loss is hidden; under a loss a gain is hidden; and living in this life of illusion it is very difficult for man to realize what is really good for him. Even with a wise person, much of his wisdom is demanded by life and by its battle. One cannot be gentle enough, one cannot be sufficiently kind; the more one gives to life, the more life asks of one. There again is a battle.
The worldly struggle is outward struggle. The struggle on the spiritual path is inward struggle. No sooner does one take the spiritual direction than the first enemy one meets is one’s own self. What does the self do? It is most mischievous. When one says one wants to fight it, it says, ‘I am yourself. Do you want to fight me?’ And when it brings failure, it is clever enough to put the blame on someone else.
The balance of life lies in being as fine as a thread and as strong as a steel wire. If one does not show endurance and strength to withstand all the opposing and disturbing influences among which one always has to be in life, one certainly reveals a weakness and lack of development.
Every circumstance, favourable or unfavourable, in which a man finds himself, and every person, agreeable or disagreeable, in whose presence he is, causes him to react. Upon this reaction depends the man’s happiness and his spiritual progress. If he has control over this reaction, it means that he is progressing; if he has no control over it, it shows that he is going backward.
When a person progresses towards spirituality he must bear in mind that together with his spiritual progress he must strengthen himself against disturbing influences. If not, he should know that however much he desires to make progress he will be pulled back against his will by conditions, by circumstances
All such things as passion and anger and irritation one looks upon as very bad, as evil; but if that evil were kept in hand it could be used for a good purpose, because it is a power, it is an energy. In other words evil, properly used, becomes a virtue; and virtue wrongly used becomes an evil. For instance, when a person is in a rage, or when he really feels like being angry, if he controls that thought and does not express it in words, that gives him great power. Otherwise the expression has a bad effect upon his nerves. His control of it has given him an extra strength which will remain with him. A person who has anger and control is to be preferred to the person who has got neither.
The only difference between spiritual attainment and the continual struggle of life is that in worldly life one struggles in another direction. In worldly life, be it in business or politics or industry or whatever be life’s path, if a person proves to be lacking in that power which enables him to struggle along, he meets nothing but failure. He may be a good person, a saintly person, a spiritual person, but that does not count. It is for this reason that many in the world lose faith in goodness and in spirituality when they see that this goodness does not seem to count in life. It is absurd for a spiritual person to say that by spirituality, goodness, and piety one’s worldly struggle will be helped. One should have the inspiration and power to answer life’s demands in life’s struggle. The seeker on the spiritual path should not forget that floating in the air is no good; standing on the earth is the first thing necessary.
The point is to meet one’s condition with understanding and with complete resignation. Thus the first thing is to meet the condition as it is and the second is to better the condition. The more one can avoid conflict the better; at the same time we cannot always avoid a conflict, and we must not turn our back on it if it comes to us. After all, life is a struggle and we must be ready to struggle. Only, struggle must not make us drunk so that we lose the way of peace which is the first thing to consider.
The only way to live in the midst of inharmonious influences is to strengthen the will power and endure all things, yet keeping fineness of character and nobility of manner, together with an everlasting heart full of love.
The end and the sum total of all mysticism, philosophy, and meditation, of everything one learns and develops, is to be a better servant to humanity. Everything from the beginning to the end in the spiritual path is a training to be able to serve mankind better, and if one does not do it with that intention, one will find in the end that one has accomplished nothing.
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THOUGHT/LOVE: IN THE END, IT'S LOVE
In the end, it’s love for each other — and those close to us — that will motivate us to make the changes we need to make. It’s love that helps us put the good of others before our own wants and desires. It’s love for future generations (our grandchildren included!) that drives us to leave the world in good shape for them.
So today, focus on love. Focus on being loving and remembering those who love you.
Because when you love other people, you don’t mind so much making changes in your own life to make their lives better.
So today, focus on love. Focus on being loving and remembering those who love you.
Because when you love other people, you don’t mind so much making changes in your own life to make their lives better.
THOUGHT: THE THINGS WE CARRY
I have too much stuff. Most people in America do. In fact, the poorer people are, the more stuff they seem to have. Hardly anyone is so poor that they can't afford a front yard full of old cars.
Stuff has gotten a lot cheaper, but our attitudes toward it haven't changed correspondingly. We overvalue stuff.
That was a big problem for me when I had no money. I felt poor, and stuff seemed valuable, so almost instinctively I accumulated it. Friends would leave something behind when they moved, or I'd see something as I was walking down the street on trash night (beware of anything you find yourself describing as "perfectly good"), or I'd find something in almost new condition for a tenth its retail price at a garage sale. And pow, more stuff.
In fact these free or nearly free things weren't bargains, because they were worth even less than they cost. Most of the stuff I accumulated was worthless, because I didn't need it.
What I didn't understand was that the value of some new acquisition wasn't the difference between its retail price and what I paid for it. It was the value I derived from it. Stuff is an extremely illiquid asset. Unless you have some plan for selling that valuable thing you got so cheaply, what difference does it make what it's "worth?" The only way you're ever going to extract any value from it is to use it. And if you don't have any immediate use for it, you probably never will.
Companies that sell stuff have spent huge sums training us to think stuff is still valuable. But it would be closer to the truth to treat stuff as worthless.
In fact, worse than worthless, because once you've accumulated a certain amount of stuff, it starts to own you rather than the other way around. I know of one couple who couldn't retire to the town they preferred because they couldn't afford a place there big enough for all their stuff. Their house isn't theirs; it's their stuff's.
And unless you're extremely organized, a house full of stuff can be very depressing. A cluttered room saps one's spirits. One reason, obviously, is that there's less room for people in a room full of stuff. But there's more going on than that. I think humans constantly scan their environment to build a mental model of what's around them. And the harder a scene is to parse, the less energy you have left for conscious thoughts. A cluttered room is literally exhausting.
(This could explain why clutter doesn't seem to bother kids as much as adults. Kids are less perceptive. They build a coarser model of their surroundings, and this consumes less energy.)
I first realized the worthlessness of stuff when I lived in Europe for a few weeks. All I took with me was one large backpack of stuff. The rest of my stuff I left in my parents's attic back in the US. And you know what? All I missed were some of the books. By the end of the year I couldn't even remember what else I had stored in that attic.
And yet when I got back I didn't discard so much as a box of it. Throw away a perfectly good rotary telephone? I might need that one day.
The really painful thing to recall is not just that I accumulated all this useless stuff, but that I often spent money I desperately needed on stuff that I didn't.
Why would I do that? Because the people whose job is to sell you stuff are really, really good at it. The average 25 year old is no match for companies that have spent years figuring out how to get you to spend money on stuff. They make the experience of buying stuff so pleasant that "shopping" becomes a leisure activity.
How do you protect yourself from these people? It can't be easy. I'm a fairly skeptical person, and their tricks worked on me well into my thirties. But one thing that might work is to ask yourself, before buying something, "is this going to make my life noticeably better?"
A friend of mine cured herself of a clothes buying habit by asking herself before she bought anything "Am I going to wear this all the time?" If she couldn't convince herself that something she was thinking of buying would become one of those few things she wore all the time, she wouldn't buy it. I think that would work for any kind of purchase. Before you buy anything, ask yourself: will this be something I use constantly? Or is it just something nice? Or worse still, a mere bargain?
The worst stuff in this respect may be stuff you don't use much because it's too good. Nothing owns you like fragile stuff. For example, the "good china" so many households have, and whose defining quality is not so much that it's fun to use, but that one must be especially careful not to break it.
Another way to resist acquiring stuff is to think of the overall cost of owning it. The purchase price is just the beginning. You're going to have to think about that thing for years—perhaps for the rest of your life. Every thing you own takes energy away from you. Some give more than they take. Those are the only things worth having.
I've now stopped accumulating stuff. Except books—but books are different. Books are more like a fluid than individual objects. It's not especially inconvenient to own several thousand books, whereas if you owned several thousand random possessions you'd be a local celebrity. But except for books, I now actively avoid stuff. If I want to spend money on some kind of treat, I'll take services over goods any day.
I'm not claiming this is because I've achieved some kind of zenlike detachment from material things. I'm talking about something more mundane. A historical change has taken place, and I've now realized it. Stuff used to be valuable, and now it's not.
In industrialized countries the same thing happened with food in the middle of the twentieth century. As food got cheaper (or we got richer; they're indistinguishable), eating too much started to be a bigger danger than eating too little. We've now reached that point with stuff. For most people, rich or poor, stuff has become a burden.
The good news is, if you're carrying a burden without knowing it, your life could be better than you realize. Imagine walking around for years with five pound ankle weights, then suddenly having them removed.
Stuff has gotten a lot cheaper, but our attitudes toward it haven't changed correspondingly. We overvalue stuff.
That was a big problem for me when I had no money. I felt poor, and stuff seemed valuable, so almost instinctively I accumulated it. Friends would leave something behind when they moved, or I'd see something as I was walking down the street on trash night (beware of anything you find yourself describing as "perfectly good"), or I'd find something in almost new condition for a tenth its retail price at a garage sale. And pow, more stuff.
In fact these free or nearly free things weren't bargains, because they were worth even less than they cost. Most of the stuff I accumulated was worthless, because I didn't need it.
What I didn't understand was that the value of some new acquisition wasn't the difference between its retail price and what I paid for it. It was the value I derived from it. Stuff is an extremely illiquid asset. Unless you have some plan for selling that valuable thing you got so cheaply, what difference does it make what it's "worth?" The only way you're ever going to extract any value from it is to use it. And if you don't have any immediate use for it, you probably never will.
Companies that sell stuff have spent huge sums training us to think stuff is still valuable. But it would be closer to the truth to treat stuff as worthless.
In fact, worse than worthless, because once you've accumulated a certain amount of stuff, it starts to own you rather than the other way around. I know of one couple who couldn't retire to the town they preferred because they couldn't afford a place there big enough for all their stuff. Their house isn't theirs; it's their stuff's.
And unless you're extremely organized, a house full of stuff can be very depressing. A cluttered room saps one's spirits. One reason, obviously, is that there's less room for people in a room full of stuff. But there's more going on than that. I think humans constantly scan their environment to build a mental model of what's around them. And the harder a scene is to parse, the less energy you have left for conscious thoughts. A cluttered room is literally exhausting.
(This could explain why clutter doesn't seem to bother kids as much as adults. Kids are less perceptive. They build a coarser model of their surroundings, and this consumes less energy.)
I first realized the worthlessness of stuff when I lived in Europe for a few weeks. All I took with me was one large backpack of stuff. The rest of my stuff I left in my parents's attic back in the US. And you know what? All I missed were some of the books. By the end of the year I couldn't even remember what else I had stored in that attic.
And yet when I got back I didn't discard so much as a box of it. Throw away a perfectly good rotary telephone? I might need that one day.
The really painful thing to recall is not just that I accumulated all this useless stuff, but that I often spent money I desperately needed on stuff that I didn't.
Why would I do that? Because the people whose job is to sell you stuff are really, really good at it. The average 25 year old is no match for companies that have spent years figuring out how to get you to spend money on stuff. They make the experience of buying stuff so pleasant that "shopping" becomes a leisure activity.
How do you protect yourself from these people? It can't be easy. I'm a fairly skeptical person, and their tricks worked on me well into my thirties. But one thing that might work is to ask yourself, before buying something, "is this going to make my life noticeably better?"
A friend of mine cured herself of a clothes buying habit by asking herself before she bought anything "Am I going to wear this all the time?" If she couldn't convince herself that something she was thinking of buying would become one of those few things she wore all the time, she wouldn't buy it. I think that would work for any kind of purchase. Before you buy anything, ask yourself: will this be something I use constantly? Or is it just something nice? Or worse still, a mere bargain?
The worst stuff in this respect may be stuff you don't use much because it's too good. Nothing owns you like fragile stuff. For example, the "good china" so many households have, and whose defining quality is not so much that it's fun to use, but that one must be especially careful not to break it.
Another way to resist acquiring stuff is to think of the overall cost of owning it. The purchase price is just the beginning. You're going to have to think about that thing for years—perhaps for the rest of your life. Every thing you own takes energy away from you. Some give more than they take. Those are the only things worth having.
I've now stopped accumulating stuff. Except books—but books are different. Books are more like a fluid than individual objects. It's not especially inconvenient to own several thousand books, whereas if you owned several thousand random possessions you'd be a local celebrity. But except for books, I now actively avoid stuff. If I want to spend money on some kind of treat, I'll take services over goods any day.
I'm not claiming this is because I've achieved some kind of zenlike detachment from material things. I'm talking about something more mundane. A historical change has taken place, and I've now realized it. Stuff used to be valuable, and now it's not.
In industrialized countries the same thing happened with food in the middle of the twentieth century. As food got cheaper (or we got richer; they're indistinguishable), eating too much started to be a bigger danger than eating too little. We've now reached that point with stuff. For most people, rich or poor, stuff has become a burden.
The good news is, if you're carrying a burden without knowing it, your life could be better than you realize. Imagine walking around for years with five pound ankle weights, then suddenly having them removed.
LOVE LETTER
I wish that there was more to say then the simple "I Love You". Words of much more meaning to express my feelings that are so true. To tell how much I love you, how much I really care. To show you all I love about you, it just really isn't fair. The way you can always make me smile, even when I'm sad. The way you always care about me, even when I'm bad. The way you make me feel so great whenever you're around. The way you always ensure that you love me, to you my heart is bound. I guess I understand the need for a simple "I Love You". For it would take an eternity to list off everything I love about you. Oh how I wish there were better words than the simple "I Love You". But I know there isn't so I now know what I must do. I must kiss you more then ever before, I must hug you tighter, too. For all I know I can say is, I love you.
LOVE
When one feel the sun for what does one think about but yet to love a woman for one shall love a rose. To love a woman but when one look into your eyes thus they sparkling like the diamonds in the deep blue sea. Some where the heart hold the key for who wish to unlock thy heart for there is no room for hate but there is room for love. To love a woman for some where there is a angel yet one search for one's true love for what does one desire in one's life to love a woman.
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