"It takes a thought to make a word, and it takes some words to make an action..." from one of the greatest poets the world will ever be graced with. This blog is about words and how they make us feel. On paper, on screen, with music, a whisper, a shout: words are powerful. I want to share my words and the words of those that effect me. I want your words and I want to know how words effect you. The whole world revolves around words. This is their tribute.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
sick
on the outside she is smiling and strong, but she is sick, her heart aches with each site, sound and though of him
love
dreams aside, we are one and I feel complete.
he makes me shine like the sun and warms my soul beneath.
the first as I arise, the last as I lay down,
he makes my heart sing and sets me at ease in every way.
big dreams
My opening scene, as the music cues and names they roll.
The one with the girl in her own big world of possibilities.
He doesn't understand.
My mind it wraps around my thoughts,
the ones only I can see.
How can it be explained to anyone but me?
The plot turns and twists, the music agrees.
With all there is constantly,
Constantly I live inside my head.
He sees me, but only in so far.
He can only see life in one direction,
I live it up even when I'm down.
The music slows and the credits show the
way my life will go.
The girl in her own big world of possibilities.
for better or worse?
how do you know forever?
the one, the only?
since all of ten,
pigtails and innocence.
Dreaming.
Imagining.
Now it's real and has become.
Looking for certainty,
you should know...and you do...
but you don't.
unconditional
hands with a soft touch know too much.
mind and matter blend together.
too much and barely enough,
all at the same time.
an instant, and hour, a moment, a day.
time moves independently in it's own strange way.
soothes the body and soul.
unconditionally.
you look at me, wondering.
a wink, a nudge, I know you, yes.
unconditionally
you look at me.
mind and matter blend together.
too much and barely enough,
all at the same time.
an instant, and hour, a moment, a day.
time moves independently in it's own strange way.
soothes the body and soul.
unconditionally.
you look at me, wondering.
a wink, a nudge, I know you, yes.
unconditionally
you look at me.
barefoot
I know why Foster wrote, "My Old Kentucky Home"-
for me the sun couldn't shine brighter any place else.
A true state of common wealth-
Happiness and love,
Pride and joy.
We could feel no richer.
For the rolling hills of blue
and the delight of the sound
echos in my mind.
The highs and lows can all relate,
for our ties that bind
run deep beneath the fertile soil.
TOGETHER
She can't let him know-it's too depressing.
She can't be herself-because she's missing.
She holds it in.
He holds her closer.
He holds her up.
He doesn't know that he's holding her together.
She can't be herself-because she's missing.
She holds it in.
He holds her closer.
He holds her up.
He doesn't know that he's holding her together.
10 days
a decade of days
seems an eternity.
a voice, a touch, a familiarity-
longing in uncertainty.
a decade of days spent
in perplexity.
a soul, a heart, in need of
serenity.
longing for longevity....
seems an eternity.
a voice, a touch, a familiarity-
longing in uncertainty.
a decade of days spent
in perplexity.
a soul, a heart, in need of
serenity.
longing for longevity....
unanswered
A dream,
my fervent hopes,
leave me helpless.
I cannot move or escape-
his prescence lingers in the room,
in the air,
on my mind,
lond after his departure.
The realization that silence
has a sound is
suddenly clear.
It is the sound of the secrets
of my heart
as they reamin unanswered.
my fervent hopes,
leave me helpless.
I cannot move or escape-
his prescence lingers in the room,
in the air,
on my mind,
lond after his departure.
The realization that silence
has a sound is
suddenly clear.
It is the sound of the secrets
of my heart
as they reamin unanswered.
the recesses of reason
In the recesses of reason our souls speak and you peer into my head.
Your voice hits me like a wave.
In the depth of seduction
the motions are still and I'd like to have it all under my control.
As I break into the world at midnight in a summer daze,
a haze,
things are not always as they seem.
To the music of rustling leaves, kicked by the soles of my soul.
I stop at the foot of a tree,
there I find a poet,
a king.
Entrenched and entwined, he and I groove.
Easily, as I could understand.
The turn of the mid-day hour reminds me of the moments.
On a roller coaster of words and wit.
Breezy and true, unwavering friends.
Longingly I dream, then on my way am wandering.
drifting, mending,
changing seasons, they are abrupt.
Alone or inbetween, he comes to me.
Comes before me, the poets dream.
Comes forth the truth of the land and waves,
as he and I groove.
reality check
who needs reality t.v?
real life already serves up
too much reality for me.
wars are waged between commercials.
nature takes its toll & is
"to be continued"...
politicians duke it out on
family feud and this weeks
death toll scrolls across the tube.
the right to privacy has been pre-empted
and our curiosities are tempted.
disease & crime go prime time
while tragedy is sold on qvc.
your guide will tell you where the
next terror plot will be.
who needs reality t.v?
real life already serves up
too much reality for me.
update at eleven.
real life already serves up
too much reality for me.
wars are waged between commercials.
nature takes its toll & is
"to be continued"...
politicians duke it out on
family feud and this weeks
death toll scrolls across the tube.
the right to privacy has been pre-empted
and our curiosities are tempted.
disease & crime go prime time
while tragedy is sold on qvc.
your guide will tell you where the
next terror plot will be.
who needs reality t.v?
real life already serves up
too much reality for me.
update at eleven.
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