Sometimes

Sometimes the words just come together
and the music plays to my heart and I
share in a moment where dreams
bring you from a far.

Star lit skies and a moon shining down
from up high and then there is you
and I dancing on the clouds going by.

Sometimes the words just come together
and the music plays to my heart and I
share in a moment where dreams
bring you from afar.

Sunless Summer Sky

I will try to explain,
what brings the summer rain,
makes the sky gray and darkens
the day.

The heart speaks out loud and
yet you'll hear no sound, like
tear drops in the rain that
seem to fade into the day.

I felt you next to me,
like the first days of spring
and quickly you disappeared
as if you were never here.

I knew not how to feel,
I looked for the shield
to protect my heart and
soul from memories of old.

The mountains seemed afar
like skies filled with stars,
I couldn't reach for you
no matter what I tried to do.

I couldn't bare a goodbye
and so I hid deep inside,
to avoid the lonely days
of a Sunless Summer Sky.

Each moment that we are apart

is a goodbye all over again.

~

 

I wiped the tear drops from my eyes,

each one a day in review, I cried not for

the yesterdays but the tomorrows that

would never be reviewed.

 

Time is the great controller, it tells us

how long we will be here , it sets the

stage of life and rules the time we

have to share.

~

 

 

 

The Great Escape

I can only remember a brief time in my life where I felt in control of my life. I tried to understand what exactly clicked into place that allowed me to be who I am. It was not any one particular thing , more like a puzzle and all the pieces fit. But since that time my life escalated out of my control like a massive twisting and turning slide, with no end. No matter how many steps forward, I find myself sliding back. Struggling to make it through a day , disconnected and lost.
I was at a flower show yesterday and smiling and laughing, the women said with all that is going on, it is amazing how you deal with it. They have no clue what is really going on in my life. I told them it was like the 60's song "the funny little clown. " I guess all my life I have been that way battling to rise above the negative that so anchored to my life.  My educational display was received greatly and they want it to compete in the state competition. One of the women said they don't you are a professional. It made me think how about how we are perceived in this world.  Inside I still feel like the ten year old ,except I know the world a little better than I did as a child.
It occurred to me as I have not been in the greatest of health and as I type aching all over, that reality " bites."  There I am making products for others and to tired to get up and get and use them for myself.
Lost and feeling alone, I realized I no longer had the great escape. There was no place I could run, no place to get away, even the corners of my mine are filled. Each stride that takes me away reveals barriers like walls of steel that cannot be penetrated.

The Stations of life,

I experienced the passion of a day,
friendship and dreams so fine,
the heartache that comes from
living and the experiences that
scars for life.

I once felt the joy of freedom,
the compassion one soul feels
for another, the magic of life
when the heart no longer suffers.

But gone is my youth, my days
are lonely at best, I think of
all of my options and wonder
if I should go north, east or west.

They say" the grass is not greener,"
that "the sun shines on all corners
of life," that "you can't run from
your memories and that this is life's
greatest test. "

To my room I hid, where the day is
dark like the night and I laid there
thinking of tomorrow and the
twisting stroll of the rest of my life..

Happy Fathers Day!

It is amazing how much sticks with you from childhood. I was asked if I always loved poetry and wrote it and instinctively I was prepared to say no. But it wasn't until my father had passed away a few years ago and I was given a little box filled with the years of poetry that I had shared with him, some of the great poets and others pieces that I had created. The letters, books and childhood pictures were a collection of my childhood, the building blocks of life. My father was a intelligent man with only a grade school education, but he read every book he good get his hands on. He had taught me many lessons, one being that knowledge was attainable through books. I had also come to realize that you step upon many a shore through a good book.
I can visualize him with those dark reading glasses, his head on a pillow and a book in his hands. I would sit beside him and he would tell me what he was reading and I would tell him what happened at school. We were a bit estranged from each other in my adult life. We both needed the healing space that only times provides. I learned so much from him in such a short period of time, lessons that would last a life time.

Happy Fathers Day Dad !

I couldn't wait to share my day, 
as we sat upon the porch and
watched the different birds
that migrated like the seasons
before.
 
He taught me the love for nature
and to hold on with faith, he
gave to me the lessons that
I hold dear to this very day,

There was the love for music,
the songs he dared to sing,
from childhood play songs
to his favorite western themes.

There were dances in the kitchen,
learning the basic box step and
wiping all those tear drops on
the days when life was a mess.

Something's weren't obvious
but I have them to this day,
the many gifts he gave to me
appear in very different ways.

love you

Just a little bit crazy,
crazy over you,
wishing and dreaming
to make the sky blue.

Just a little bit lonely,
till I made it come true,
took to the heavens to
to have my dance with you.
~


Your love makes the sun brighter each day
and makes the blue sky chase away the gray.
I am waiting on that cloud on a puff filled
air in space, to hold you close for the rest
of my days.

~

There is no room for sadness,
no sorrow or despair, for all I
need is your love and to
hold you here.

I could run to the top of a mountain
and call on out to you, but instead
I'll send my love in the clouds on
the blue.

There is no room for sadness,
no sorrow or despair, for all I
need is your love to hold
you here.



Ya gotta hold on to your dreams,
never let them go, the road to
a happiness just goes and goes
and goes.

Ya gotta believe of all we say and
do, for happiness is dependent
on the time I share with you.




I felt the magic that only love can give,
I felt the joy that grew from within.
The road has many a bends and a few
detours that lead to the end.

I spoke to the heavens and questioned
above,  "what is the reason for a life with
out love? "I held it close as I kept it so
near, as there is no happiness if there is
no love to share.

I felt the magic that only can give,
I felt the joy that grew from within.
The road has many a bends and a few
detours that lead to the end.

~



Finding that someone who will hold you in the night,
the kiss of passion that no heart could ever truly fight.
The days are quickly passing and lonely am I,
as I walk along the shore of life reaching to the sky.

Every time we say goodbye (playlist)

Like a flower that blooms and withers...

I have always been taken by the Lantana Flower. It has this whimsical mystery to it, as its little flowers are of various colors in one cluster.It is like Mother Nature's little rainbows.  I keep a planter filled with Lantana growing in the greenhouse or on the porch . I think of it as my prized possession and it wasn't until I was down to South Carolina that I saw the Lantana growing like weeds. To my amazement I saw it growing through the cracks of the side walk and profusely scattered about on the sandy back shores. This fascinating plant reminded me that it is only a treasure if you think it is a treasure, as to some it is merely a flower growing wild or a weed that easily reseeds.It does bring to light , placing a spin on the old adage " in the eyes of the beholder." I looked around at the brick brac on my desk ,  useless items that held a rich array of memories. I felt a bit saddened, items, moments in time, nothing to some, everything to me. The reminders of life and how quickly it passes, fleeting it seems to have a little less importance.

They were just lilacs,
memories of old,
lost moments and
stories untold.

They were just dreams,
never to come true,
racing through the heart,
lost upon the blue.

Clouds of LIfe

I was always a lyrics person. I guess that was the sensitive side of me coming out. When everyone was head banging to rock music, I was listening to the words of various songs. I can remember those faraway thoughts and the distance that the songs bridged. Two songs come to mind one was the Beatles "Close your eyes and I'll kiss you
                     Tomorrow I'll miss you 
                     Remember I'll always be true

                     And then while I'm away 
                      I'll write home every day
                      And I'll send all my loving to you "

The song reminds of  a place and time and the bridge that my poetry has created over the years. I feel as if by writing " writing home everyday" that I am keeping united my heart with the experience of love. 

The other song that keeps popping in and out of my mind over the last few days. Is "somewhere over the rainbow " in a mix with  "Charlottes web". I think many people relate to a dream coming true and yet find them self tangled in the web of life. I really can't explain it completely but I will try. It is kind of like making the motions on a path of survival. Yet I know that the feelings of survival are not unique to me alone, that everyone is trying to keep pace with the world around them. 

"Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue
and the dreams that you dare to dream,
Really do come true."

Dreams are much more like a balloon over extended with air and just ready to pop. They are there and then they are gone. I took time out to relax a little and distant myself from normal routine. Yet my mind propelled forward as I reached out to bring you near. 

I took a ride on the clouds of life, 

sitting above the heavens looking 

down on my life. 

I saw the yesterdays when you 

were here with me and the journey

that awaits through out my dreams.

There is the choices we make and

the quest that is out of our control, 

when fate unleashes its hold. 

I took a ride on the clouds of life, 

sitting above the heavens looking

down on my life.