Shattered pieces

Sings>When the wind stops blowing and the sky seems to clear,
and my heart stops aching, and there is no signs of fear,
when the dreams lead me to you, I'll be in your arms and not
a moment to soon.

When the trains no longer whistles aloud and the trees on
the hills block all the sound, when the blue bird doesn't
stop by, I'll know that my spirit has surely died.

When the clouds no longer invite us to dance and the
stars fade with one little glance, when I wake in morning
 both lonely and blue, I'll know that my need is only for you.

When the river recedes and the bed is dry and I can walk
the bank with no surprise. When the story's have all been
told , the words of love will certainty unfold. 
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Morning

It's early in the am and the sun has yet to rise, the dogs are
are all sleeping and the cats are here by my side. Gingerbread
houses and lights on a tree all mean so little if you are not
here with me.

The silence can't stop the heart from song, it sings loud enough
to drown what don't belong. The melody soft and sweet sung
with the words that refuse to except defeat.


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My father was a smart man he spoke not in riddle,

in his own words he once said" the voice of man is his own fiddle. "

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To accept your love graciously as it gently embraces my heart and soul. 

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 I can't shake the chill that runs throughout my soul...

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The travesty of mans actions have been recorded in history, 

and though we have learned a great deal, we have still not

found away to stop those empowered from playing God. 

Death should not be a choice for life is a gift. 

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Once spoken a word  it is given life,

once written a history is revealed,

Once remembered ...

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Destruction is simply man gone astray...

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The storms of life have awakened the spirit and like 

the rain upon the mountains I have absorbed both 

the positive and negative upon the journey.

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Where do you go, when there is no where to go?

Through My Eyes

There are songs, poems, stories which have been written that all refer to the long and winding road. In reference to the journey the road can be long and winding with very little insight to what is around the bend. From early on we began to build a network, family, friends school mates and of course those which we spend a good bit of our life with which are our colleagues. It becomes a weave which is life entwined, thus creating a view of the canvas. Sometimes the threads tighten so much that we find it difficult to breathe. How can I be a stitch in the canvas and yet feel as if I have fallen through the hole? I had a long talk with my mother today, funny how mom's understand so much, could be the wisdom and the experiences that they have been through that they are able to apply that to your own issues.

I have always been amazed with one of those pull strings children's tops, it spin and spins and than loses energy and falls over. In many ways I feel like a top spinning and spinning and hoping not to run out of energy. Who will be there to pick me up? It is that spinning motion in different directions and yet standing alone, "round and round we go, where we stop nobody knows. " Just like the children top that has to keep spinning to stay up, I keep pushing forward and believing and dreaming the dreams of love.

I watched a sequel to a movie from years back, it was about lust, denial and love and missed opportunities. In many ways I believe just as a puzzle interlocks we are designed to connect with another soul. In conversation it was mentioned about not being perfect, but we are not looking for perfect, just respect. If we respect one another the little in perfections don't really matter as we see them as just another unique part of our character.

I am not so amazing,

as there is nothing

amazing about a

lost soul.

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I am part of the problem I helped spin the web and I can't get out.

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I had a good cry got it out of my system and I am on my way to work the farmers market.

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Controls Emotions!

Wednesday

The wintry mix is much like my emotion,
a blizzard thick and I cannot see and
crystal rain as clear as can be.
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The magnetic pull of winter causes as much turmoil to the heart as the wall of mountains which vow to create the distance.

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If it is as they say " time marches on and nothing stays the same" may my love for you only grow stronger.
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Snow took to the mountains, like my love to a dream, creating everlasting visions, which stirs the memories. Perplexed at the reflection upon the waters clear, it teetered in its silhouette and than it disappeared. Troubled was my emotions, like a ship gone lost at sea, I knew not what direction, or what to believe? High above the heavens the stars of night await, and in the distance one after another of large bolted gates. Confused or a slight bewildered I questioned what appeared , as I felt the destined anchors bound to hold me here. Controlling was the moment it seen my heart before and knew of the challenge to release my soul beyond all fear. I tried to redirect, to make my wishes known, but laughter filled the mountains and to the hollow overflowed. My heart began to slow, my breath carelessly embraced the cold and one with my surrounding I felt its death like hold. Still became the moment and I could barely move, I was caught in darkness where someone has to lose.

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Races with the wind to feel your embrace!