Poetry

Driving Down the Road

Driving down the road felt like the first of May.
I looked around at the mountains, as the
distance made them fade.

Beyond the hollow and the bare winter trees,
release of my spirit, I was once again
set free.

Holding onto the wheel and a bit of control,
I waived goodbye as I viewed a new goal.
Yesterday vanishing a little more and
I'm now waiting see, what tomorrow
has in store.

Holding hands we explored a little more,
traveling so much further then the day
we shared before.

Driving down the road with my friend by my
side, a thousand miles and mountains couldn't
distance us on this life we ride.

Some Say Goodbye

Some say goodbye, some never do,
some build a bridge, too little, too few .

I don’t know what part they play,
all I know is that part of them
stayed.

They left in my heart, a chapter or
two, they awakened my soul,
to life a review.

A polka dress and shoes in blue
a perfect match, like when I’m
with you.

The foundation you laid was built
with trust and dusted gently
with truth and your love.

I couldn’t let go even if I tried,
nor walk away, you have
made your way inside.

This bond was made, like a permanent
glue, to seal our love of my friendship
with you.

Mingling with the mystic of the stars,
brought your love so close from
so afar. No silence in the hotel room,
as you taught the midnight sky how
to croon.

La La La... la la la La La La.. la la la

I wanted to whisper the perfect set of words that could express my gratitude, thank you. I wanted them to harmonize with each love struck beat of my heart to tell you how much I care. I wanted you to know that I have known forever that there are bonds beyond this life, creating the explosion of magic that I feel when my soul dances upon the cloud of dreams with yours.~

The touch without fingers,
a kiss with out lips,
the embrace of acceptance,
our place in the abyss.
~

It's that time of night, when I meet you up on the clouds.
Singing>

A star built bridge across the night sky,
channeling the magic, linked you and I.

I kept a running and you kept a hold
and as we spanned the dreams, our
love unfold.

Raindrops falling and the sun
at my backdoor, dried all the tears,
there is so much more.

A star built bridge across the night sky,
channeling the magic, linked you and I.




What once seemed a vast emptiness of immeasurable loniness, is now filled with the beauty of love as it flows from heart to heart, a embrace beyond dreams, to create our own reality.


I asked the wind to fill in for the emptiness of your body by gently embracing my soul with a brisk, cool breeze that envelopes my body triggering a storm of emotion.

Singing>
You went and did it, you gave the hollow that symphony sound. Released from your heart, bouncing off the hills, it echoed with your wonderful smile.

You went and did it, you hit the high notes somehow and everywhere I go the music just flows from your heart to mine.

Oh Baby! you went and did it, you gave the hollow that symphony sound.Released from your heart bouncing off the hills, it echoed with you wonderful smile......Oh baby! it echoed with your wonderful smile.

Can't Wait

I can’t wait to the time of the day, to escape and to get away.Quickly run into your arms, beyond the chill of the hollow,through the charm of the hills.

Strolling on a love retreat, we surfaced in the dream that joy create. A paradise made for two, especially created for me and you.

Just one word and my heart relates, it starts pumping
faster and begins to race. Conversations that bring me round, center my life and hold me steady on the ground.

This smile I give to you, the one who’s here to see
me through. Your hand I hold night and day, locked
forever in a magical way.

I can't wait till the time of day, to escape and get away.........



Lay your head upon my heart,
allow each beat to soothe and
to spark.

Place your soul next to me, let
your mind slowly be free, this
very moment you are mine,as
we create our own design.

What you see through your
soul, is what you and I hold.
Wipe one tear from my face
and in its reflection appears
our embrace.

There is no letting go, this
vine does grow, entwining
life as it continues to grow.

I am loving you so and this
you should know, I'm holding
on to you as each day goes.


~

I believe the concept of a child running away is pretty common one,
at one time or another I am sure everyone had thoughts about getting
away from varied situations. I had planned the great escape since I can
remember. Sometimes running away was as simple as a hiding place,
a room away from siblings, fabricating a fantasy or sliding down a
rainbow of dreams.

When my family name was recently translated, I laughed to myself at the meaning of the name from my cultural homeland. The family name was translated to “chaser”. My response was that I might have not been running my whole life after all , I might have just been chasing, dreams, love, romance, passion and the magic that seemed always one step away.

However you view life, maturity begins to prepare you to accept or with a stronger insight, open your eyes to a vision of understanding more, much more.. It was clear to me, you can’t run away, the mind can’t be left behind and it has the ability to haunt or enhance the emotional process. Facing the ghost that lingered for years, I took a stand, moving forward, not running foolishly. There is no scarring from past experience, only a deep seeded awareness that cloaks with caution.

I remember my sisters each buying a new home, my younger sister said is mine better then hers? I said her home is right for her and your home is right for you, there is no better or worse. Listening to people talk of their lives, what they have, what someone else has, was like a curtain opening and I could see.

This is my world, compare it to none,
this is my choice, your arms, my love.

This is my heart, I give to you,
this is the magic that made
the skies blue.

This is the plan, that is out of
our hands, this is the moment
someone else commands.

~

I wanted to say goodnight, I thought if I said your name over and over you would hear me, If I closed my eyes to make it so you would feel me.
If I asked the night to place me in your arms it would keep me there till morning. At this moment may the kiss of love land upon your cheek and
and the joy of love tickle you from the inside out.


A flock of chickadees gathering seed,
a doe startled when she spotted me.
The water rising over the banks, the
world quietly calm, till I heard a laugh.
Heart to the wind, your love the
guide, soaring the heavens, my
friend and I.

Worth repeating to the world and yelling from moutain tops....Hold me for Life
There is no forever, till your love stepped on board and touched my heart like nothing before. My love I give you, my soul was yours. The moment we met on life’s northern shore. Hold me today, hold me tonight, close your eyes and hold me for life. I love you!!!!!

Looking Back

I looked back at my life and the path I so followed, was I fulfilling the expectations of others, living on the road of choice or simply trailing
what fate had planned all along? There was a time, that I was overwhelmed or maybe even consumed or maybe better to say confused by the circumstances surrounding my life. Torn somewhere between my consciousness and my sub consciousness, I centered on the sphere of life, like a child’s top spinning down to a slow stop, I felt a wobble to the left a wobble to the right as if now I was beginning to collapse. It was at this time when emptiness ruled, that doors one by one began to open. Excitement, joy and a beauty penetrated with such energy. I was filled with a renewed blend of youth and a touch of womanly experience that felt the magic of the fire that would now burn from the inside out.The spirit of imagination fused with reality complimented the momentallowing survival to shed its last weight of tears and washed for the last time the pain of yesterday.
Here where fantasy danced liked forest nymphs about the hollow, I eagerly grasped at the light of passion that fed the hunger. Not living in a land of dreams, but powered by dreams, a vision seen with much more clarity broadened the view and opened the gates of love. A internal yearning took me from a stroll to a leap. What would soon transpire would free the chains on my soul and at last free my spirit.
Stepping forward, not once did I look back, nor did I ever feel the strings of regret. I had left all behind and dove with out regard outside the present world abandoning the walls of reality that so enclosed my being for many years.
Like a battery sitting on a charger I gained in days what years could not
provide, at a speed gone unaccounted for, I had absorbed more love, peace and passion through the windows of the heart and mind. Here where the sweet blend of your inner touch bonded our worlds, morphing each moment without boundaries or limits upon the soul.



Much More

Tossing a branch into the muddy creek, the rage and roar floated it down stream. A little bit further and this I saw the stick went over the waterfall. Close your eyes and you’ll see what is going to happen will be naturally. Your in my heart and in my dreams and the closer you look, the more you will see.

Poetry
Poetry is in every grade school and high school curriculum not to mention in attaining your college degree. Highly valued for teaching small children with the use of rhyme, through music and puppetry and as adults we find poetry used in everything from advertising ploys, greeting cards through lyrics and jingles. Poetry is such a huge part of our lives and yet glazed over by the industry as if it were second best to other forms of literature.
Who is at fault for giving poetry a sour flavor? I believe that it is both, teachers and publishing houses amongst others that fail to recognize or promote a quality vision for poetry lovers. A teacher’s responsibility is to instill a love of learning and maintain a hunger for it in a healthy and yet fun atmosphere. The publisher fails to recognize that all great writers are not great poets. Therefore many quality manuscripts become overlooked. What is considered great literature? I personally believe that any set of words that meet the test of time and maintain a place in history becomes great literature. It is used as away to educate, to stir memory, to touch hearts through the varied set of emotions.
I was shopping yesterday and overheard a mother with her teenage daughter,they were wardrobe shopping, and the daughter said to her mother “only you would wear that, that is so ugly mom.” I chimed in and said “actually it is very unique and your mother is making quite a statement to who she is as a individual.” The young girl quickly jumped to a defense, “I want to look just like everyone else.” The mother shook her head and smiled and quickly responded “you don’t want to be like everyone else and said the woman is right one day you will understand what it means to stand a part from others and choose from within.” Whether it is clothing or a style of music or the books we purchase, the industry still has a certain amount of control in what is the next fad in a wide range of products. Their money is made not on individuality but on the commoners outlook that they want to be just likeeveryone else. Get one famous person to wear, listen or read your product and that maybe the next trendsetter. This style of marketing is hard to compete or keep up with, it comes in like the march wind with a roar of a lion and limps out like a wounded lamb, the scenario “move the stock or get burnt with it.” Classics surface and maintain their ground throughout history, they tend not to be on the extremes of any particular side. Reminds me of the adage” everything that goes around comes around” I believe poetry will again find its rightful place in the sun, enjoyed and respected, loved and passed down to the future generation.






Singing>
There’s no getting over, no getting away, I packed my heart to travel your way. From the moment you wake up till you fall asleep, I’ll be in your arms, I’ll be in your dreams.

There's no getting over, no getting away, I packed my love to keep burning the flame. A kiss each day to remind you darling, how much I love you,
how much I care.




Chant>
Il n'y a aucun obtenir plus de, aucun partir, j'a emballé mon coeur pour voyager votre manière. Du moment où vous réveillez jusqu'à ce que vous chute endormie, je soyez dans des vos bras, je soyez dans vos rêves.

Il n'y a aucun obtenir plus de, aucun partir, pour continuer à brûler le baiser de flame.A chaque jour pour vous rappeler chéri, combien je t'aime, combien je m'inquiète.

~~


I’ve traveled down this road many times before,
I recognize the vines and the roses they bore.
Entangled in the games we played,
I felt the thorns of your memory
to my heart betray.

Like a dagger piercing through my heart,
I remember each moment from the start.
I picked a rose and sheared it of a dozen
thorns, to recreate when our love
was born.

I won’t race the seasons as they go by,
I’m not gonna stand here and watch
my life fly.I have to filter the sun rays
and place atop the mountain ,to rid it
of any grey.

All I ask from you is to hold me close,
to whisper words of love that only you
could compose. If I should stumble
and perhaps fall, you’d be there to pick
me up and stand me tall.

Hold my hand for a little more. I promise
never to make it feel like a chore,
a kiss in morning bright and one
every dark of night.

~~~


Hold me, everything is doable ,
tell me anything is possible.

Love me, I’m loving you back
and that's a matter of fact.

Can’t make mountains any
higher ,can’t make rivers ,
can't me from loving you.









Miss you, like a summer come and gone,
when the days were filled with laughter
and my heart played along.

Love you, like a first fallen snow,
glistening white reflects what
we both know. A touch of
excitement and a bit of joy
every moment to my heart
toys.

Need you and that magic
touch, a feel inside says
I'm love struck.

Want you, to meet me
on the clouds of our
memories. Loving you,
loving me makes a
day worth experiencing.



Singing>
I felt the distance of you,
my heart breaking in two.
I don’t know what to
do... without you.

I tried to keep you here,
hear the song fill the air,
make the pain disappear
without you.

A fog glazed memory,
set on replay, kept
repeating my love
for you.

We could walk away,
pretend we never made
the music between us.
I thought to run and hide,
close my eyes and deny,
how my empty world
is without you.

I took a ride on the
clouds , the magic
brought you around
and there you stood
with me.

Hand and hand once
more, nothing else to
explore, as my world
is open to you.
~~

Running , running, running to your arms,
when the night is filled with darkness ,
your my shining star.

Smiling, smiling, smiling from the day,
when you tickled me for life and
nothing has ever been the same.

Touching, touching, touching with
the heart, embraced the soul from
the very start.

Dreaming, dreaming ,dreaming
that you here and we are on
the clouds of love, no
sadness and no fear.

~~~~~

Intuition the ability to have quick insight. We have all had a variety of experiences, a mixture of positive and negative. Which leads to the adage “if it feels good it must be right” but what if feels bad, does that mean it must be wrong? Call it a conscience or a internal perception of either the mind, heart or soul.
We have all felt and yet we fail to act on that first notion that enters from our inner spirit. Why is it we question our self? There are as many reasons as there are people. Sometimes it’s our own insecurities that we find ourselves doubting and other times it’s reviewing the whole picture, over analyzing.
Not to overshadow the subject, what if intuition is ill perceived, or misinterpreted? Emotions and feeling of all sort subject us to self analysis, understanding the moment. I believe if we are honest with self this is not a issue, where truth lay the path, only truth shall follow.
I use to believe that it was almost sexist the level at which we understood and interpreted conversation, relationships and life. The more that I filtered through the people I had met, I realized it was much deeper and expanded many more levels then male and female. Intellect, culture, the era in which we are born, all play a important part in how we recognize and register the signals both verbally and physically.
I have heard people say I know how you feel or I understand , but can another truly understand the level, the depth with which every experience is felt? We could probably relate to another persons plight, but truly understand. This old saying has survived the years, “ not until you walked a mile in my shoes” and what a selection of shoes. Every experience is unique to each individual, this is the variations of life.
Through life’s multitude of experiences, I believe people truly are relating to the emotions explored. Whether short lived or a forever pining away, they fall into only so many categories. Each word written is based not on a experience but on a emotion felt. Happiness sadness, Euphoria, distressed, relaxed, quite, dull, exiting. All the stories of life that have spanned the time, were not because people related so much to the story
as that they related to the strings of emotion pulled in their hearts.

I do not see into everyone’s heart, I listen, I absorb and then I write through my heart the words that you interpret with your heart. ~~
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You taught the silence how to sing, conducted the birds and the wind blown trees. A song that no one else can hear, is meant only for you and I my dear.

Vous avez enseigné au silence comment chanter, conduit les oiseaux et les arbres soufflés par vent. Une chanson que personne d'autre peuvent entendre, sont signifiés seulement pour vous et I mon cher.

I covered my lips, I closed my eyes, I try to hold back what’s inside. No
denying, there’s no hiding , you put that smile on me.


J'ai couvert mes lèvres, j'ai fermé mes yeux, j'essaye de tenir en arrière ce qui est à l'intérieur. Aucun nier, là n'est aucun se cacher, vous a mis ce sourire sur moi.

~~
Singing>
Command

I’m not gonna let no sadness replace the memories,
I’m gonna hold the good ones and set the bad ones
free.

I’m not gonna let no heartache become a part of me.
I’m gonna hold the love and let the anger be.

I’m not gonna let the tears fall, like those of yesterday.
I’m gonna hold the smiles, the frowns have no place.
.
I’m not gonna try to decipher what I don’t understand.
I’m gonna listen to my heart, but let my mind command.