Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Life " The Great Experience"

Life is like the song " you have got to give a little, take a little, let your poor heart break a little. "  I can deal with the giving and taking, not so good at the" let your poor heart break a little. " After I gave it much thought I guess that is " the great experience."  It is inevitable that we have both positive and negative experiences. Which leads me to " God never gives you more than you can handle." Of course he must have more faith in me than I have in myself. Choice , chance, fate, consequence, destiny or a predetermined journey given at birth.

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Passion


Your world became mine,
your heart and my heart one,
as our souls took to the heavens
and traced a special kind of love.

From that first hello and the
first smile we shared gave
to me the memories that
I desperately adhere.




Intense the emotion
the love within my heart,
the dreams that await
to light up the dark.

My desire is to always
love you, to bring to
you happiness as
we see our life through.




Outside Your Window



One moment at your window
and all that I could see was
up in the blue skies as the
clouds were passing.

I rambled on of yesterdays
that matter little now as
we survived the past and
we did it with great style.

There is sunshine in the
morning that greets us
with a smile, challenges
the moment and makes
this life worth while.

The celestial heavens
is a sight to see, the
stars are yours and
mine and that my
friend is not a dream.

One moment at your window
and all that I could see was
up in the blue skies as the
clouds were passing.

~















Blankety Blank Moment

Like a child's painting,
the sun is shining bright,
the hills are all so green and
and flowers are a beautiful
sight.

We picnic in the valley where
the trillium bloom, as we
gaze into each others eyes
and wait upon the moon.

The world stops spinning,
when I am there with you,
my hand in your hand is
a dream come true.

The warm summer breeze
that never fades away,
brings with it reminders
of happier days.












Saturday, October 26, 2013

My Heart Spoke Back in Rhyme

Apples red, high in the trees, winds tickling with a breeze,
the season stands to take a bow  as winter coyly snickers and smiles.

Leaves begin to bed the ground, while an occasional snowflake
trickles down, The darkness dominates the day as a season in
passing tips its hat and gives a wave..

They say it is late fall but I think winter has come to call
as it leaves with us a hello and a  bitter goodbye.

.

~

I spoke to my heart ,
and to my surprise,
my heart spoke back
in rhyme.

I spoke to my heart
" heart tell me true.
will there be sunshine
and skies blue?"

I spoke to my heart
and to my surprise,
my heart spoke back
in rhyme.

I spoke to my heart and
it did indeed reply"There
will be sunshine and blue
skies"

I spoke to my heart ,
and to my surprise,
my heart spoke back
in rhyme.

~
I listened to the wind as
it called out your name,
while I found myself tracing,
your heart  today.

I cloud see your eyes
staring down on me,
a reminder of love
and what love can see.

I placed a kiss for you
my love and as long as
I can find the words
we will remain one.

I listened to the wind as
it called out your name
while I found myself tracing
your heart today.
`

There is comfort in knowing,
there is joy in the day, when
I accept the truth that you're
in my heart to stay.

There is a magic to the moment,
a beauty that can't be described
as nothing is quite like the love
I hold inside.








Thursday, October 24, 2013

I Dream A Little More

Sings>Everyday I dream a little more,
twice as much as the day before.
Sweet thoughts of you and I
dancing under skies of blue,
everyday I dream a little more.

 Everyday I wish a little more,
twice as much as the day before.
Hoping that you love me to, just as
much as I love you, everyday I
wish a little more.

 Everyday I dream a little more,
twice as much as the day before.
Sweet thoughts of you and I
dancing under skies of blue,
everyday I dream a little more.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

The Devil's Script

.

Winter's Despair

No sunshine, flowers
or warm spring air,
the season of winter
whispers of despair.

Holding the memories
of yesterday, I ask
what of tomorrow
will happiness play?

The window is open
and the wind blows here,
awakening the soul
without so much a care.

The darkness lingers,
the tears fall and
nothing matters, no
nothing at all.

~

Placing the characters all around,
some are very close and others
are yet to be found.

 Some speak of lust and a few chart
the hills with love and I can't stop
the darkness that surrounds.

In the distance I see him as he walks
away from me , further and further
away, as if it was a dream.

I shiver from the emptiness, , the
loneliness inside as I wipe the
tears that flow from my eyes.

So many questions and the
answers but a few, as if the
sky no longer seems blue.

My heart no longer feels,
my soul turns the page
of the Devil's script
that turned my skies gray.

~




Wednesday, October 16, 2013

This La, la, la's for you

La, la, la my heart sings,
La, la, la, my soul dreams,
la , la ,la is for you the
wordless melody.


La, la, la my heart sings,
la, la, la my soul dreams,
la, la, la is for you my
endless love.

Misdirected Passion

The gift of song and a lovely melody,
in the dance upon the heavens with
you beside me.

The angels must be on our side,
to cause a collision that embraces
heart , soul and mind.
~

Listen closely and join me in this
song, the words matter little, it
is the love that is loud and strong.

Dance my darling, dance with me,
place your arms around me and
let your dreams free.

~
There were flames that blazed from
the fire, leaving only ashes that
we can sweep up off the ground.

Misdirected passion led my heart
a stray for it is your friendship
that touches my soul each day.

I sing in darkness and again when
morning nears, no matter the
circumstance it is love we share.





Archangel

The other day while talking about trials, tribulations, future goals and beginnings and ends it appeared that life was very much an oxymoron, as we are absolutely unsure of our purpose on earth.  The only thing we can truly come terms with is that we are here to experience. We are never quite the same person through the journey, as each scene that comes into play adds to our ultimate being while forming our character. When I was younger I was concerned with how people saw me, as I matured I realized life had less to do with how people saw me than how I saw myself. Even more puzzling is how people view themselves.

Dancing in the heavens,
smiling down we see,
as we wander through
life, we find we're
caught up in a dream.

The days are numbered
from the moment we
are born , which makes
me think of what tomorrow
has in store.


Life is an unequal balance of sorrow and happiness,
it seems we don't have one with out the other.
 
~
He thought himself an angel,
while thrusting that of a dagger.
 



Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Sings... in my heart for eternity

It is when your eye are closed
that your heart truly knows,
all the gifts that love can bring
are as close as a nightly dream.

It is when you look at the stars,
that you know what once seemed
far, is as close as two can be, for
 you are in my heart for eternity.
~

I'll send lilacs in spring,
with warm wishes and
sweet dreams.

I'll send my love to you,
via the heavens and sailing
through the blue.

La la la la I love you ....La la
la la yes I do. La la la la
dreams come true as I lay
here thinking of you.

I'll send lilacs in spring,
with warm wishes and
sweet dreams.

I'll send my love to you,
via the heavens and sailing
through the blue.






Friday, October 11, 2013

As Long as I am with you

I don't care about the season
nor the time of our life,
as long as I can lay my head
upon your shoulder I know
that everything will be alright.

I need you more than you will
ever know, to feel your heart
beat next to mine in the
embrace for all time.

I don't care about the season
nor the time of our life,
as long as I can lay my head
upon your shoulder I know
that everything will be alright.

xox


When my dreams are your dreams
and your dreams are mine
all will be as it should be...
waking up in your arms.
 
 
 
 
If we can't hold hands
we can still hold hearts,
I have held yours since
the day we met.
 
 
 
 
 
The end of a season and a new day begins,
sometimes survival from deep within.
Each chapter a story and each story a
tale, sometimes of love and a occasional
hell.
 
There is no judgment , no woes or demise,
on the journey through life on a limited time.
Weep not in sorrow for yesterday is gone
and tomorrow awaits where our souls belong.
 
 
 

When is all is gone,
there are still dreams.
 
 
 
I know of a love that reaches out and embraces from a distance,
I know because that love lives within me.
 

If I should fall asleep tonight
and know that tomorrow would
never come, I would rest in peace
knowing that I have experienced
true love.

I thank the heavens that sent you
my way and rejoice in the moment
our souls collided in the most
unusual of way.

If the stars no longer rule the sky
and the clouds fade away I'd rejoice
for I have loved and love has seen
me through the day.




Time tells a story and
the story holds the truth,
it tells of love and all that
love can do.

It takes the reigns of desire
and leads us on our way,
igniting the magic that flames
brighter with each day.






The memories consumed me
and I can't really tell you why,
it could have been the season
or the day and the time.

My heart weathered and my
 soul can't deny the tears that
fall and roll down my cheek
consist of you and I.

~

I said goodbye to the blue bird,
hello to the stars above as the
day was passing and the dreams
of you now await.

Darkness now comes early
and I hated it so until I realized
that your love a light in me
still glows.

~



Life is but a lesson
and this much I know
that angels are in passing
but your friendship
stays and grows.



You're the angel of my morning
and in my every daydream,
from the moment I wake up
and until I am fast asleep.

The stars await us in the night
where you take my hand and
on the clouds we glide.

You're the angel of my morning
and in my every daydream,
from the moment I wake up
and until I am fast asleep.

Monday, October 07, 2013

Our Own Special Love

It is not of the tongue these words I speak,
from the heart came the love our souls needs.
Shared in the heavens above  we dance
to the song of our own special love.

Rare to find and seldom we see,
it's bases not on wants or earthly
needs. This magic that took me
by surprise holds me both
 day and night.

Nothing above us nor below
we are dancing on clouds as
our love grows. The embrace
tightens each night and day as
we journey through life as
if each was the first of May.

It is not of the tongue these words I speak,
from the heart came the love our souls needs.
Shared in the heavens above we dance
to the song of our own special love.




In your arms is where I
want to be, in my heart
the start of eternity.

I find myself  lying here
half awake as I daydream
that we rule the hands of
fate.

I am singing a little off key,
but the words are pure and
simple as can be.


~





The stream rising,
a flood in sight,
in the path of destruction ,
I still see a light.

Like the rise of the sun
on a spring like day,
your love warms my heart
in the most wonderful way.


~
My heart believes,
it never lets go,
living on dreams
fills the needs of
my soul.


Brings you close to me
to hold each night
and there I wake up
in a shiver of delight.

My heart believes,
it never lets go,
living on dreams
fills the needs of
my soul.

I saw the flame cinder
create and then your
smile a path by fate.

My heart believes,
it never lets go,
living on dreams
fills the needs of
my soul.






Sunday, October 06, 2013

Lyrics >Sings

How many poems go unwritten?
How many songs are left to sing?
How many dreams do we wait on,
when we wish our life away.

Many poems go unwritten, more
than I care to say, so many songs
unsung,leaves a silence that never
fades.

How many poems go unwritten?
How many songs are left to sing?
How many dreams do we wait on?
When we wish our life away.

We conjure up dreams of many,
a few times each hour of the day.
each one is filled with love that
is in my heart to stay.

How many poems go unwritten?
How many songs are left to sing?
How many dreams do we wait on,
when we wish our life away.