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Script of Life

The cooler mornings remind me much of the fall season. I found myself reluctant to wake up and get on with my work, despite all my obligations to do so. My thoughts are rather scrambled as I try to put them behind start on my day.
Pictorial Prose is truly about the images and words that come together through the window of love. In many ways it started with the freedom that writing so grants us. As I look back over the years I can see loving life and being loved really are quite different. For some reason those flip cartoon strip books we had as kids comes to mind. You know the ones where you flip the pages and the comic strip moves as if it was a real time movie. As I flip through my pages of life I can see that it also moves quickly presenting us with images that time rules.
Pictorial prose love of the world around us or denial of the negative that surrounds us?

I met with the morning,
the sun shining bright,
the skies so blue and
not a cloud in sight.

The silence ruled,
the dogs are asleep,
the rooster ailing,
I heard not a peep.

My pillow the comfort,
my warm blankets near,
as I lay here dreaming
and wishing you here.

My emotions mixed,
there is so much to feel,
sorrow and happiness
to a hear that can't heal.

Questions remain,
more than a few as I
wait on the answers
under the blue.

~
I only follow
the script of life,
I tried to rewrite,
it wasn't quite right.

The journey unfolds, l
like ribbon that unspools,
leading me down the
 path to you.

I only know what is
deep in my heart,
it has been there from
the very start.

From the day you
said hello and my
love for you began
to grow and grow.

I can't stop what I see,
you are the love in my everything.
The daisy on the side of the road,
the rivers that to you flow.

~

I don't like the silence, that is when my mind plays games with me, reviewing all the conversations shared and again rolling through the dreams.  I tried to put them behind me not to give them time, but as long as I am still living you will always be on my mind. You are the sunshine in the morning, that warms this heart of mine, gives this life some hope and reasoning, like a majestic fine. My heart is troubled at all that comes my way, there are so much to do and so much more to say.
I document the moments so that all will know how wonderful love as it gives to life a certain glow. The mountains and the rivers, all the seasons of life are just a reflection of your love in my life. The rain that falls, the sun that shines, spring through winter, you will always be mine.

Whispers of Love

Whispers of love
I share with you,
from my heart to yours
in the heavens blue.

Gaze at the stars
and you will see,
just how much
you mean to me.

Whispers of love,
I share with you,
from my heart to yours
in the heavens blue.

There is no silence,
only song in the night,
when the passionate whispers
sing of the love of my life.





Everyone has a path or two,
a journey with gray and blue,
the further we travel,  the more
we see, just what life has to bring.

There is a field of daisy,
where the sun shines bright
and sometimes there is a mountain,
that keeps you from my sight.

Till early morning sunrise,
reminds me of the day,
when love first appeared
and I was never quite the same.

~

Obstacles are barriers set by the mind,

everything else is movable.

 

 

I am one with you,

one with the dream,

listen closely

while our hearts sing.

 

 

We are the stars at night,

the sun in the morn,

you and I are love,

and our love is forevermore.

 

I am one with you,

one with the dream,

listen closely

while our hearts sing.

 

We are the moment,

whether near or far,

for our hearts are joined

like the sky to the stars.

 

I am one with you,

one with the dream,

listen closely

while our hearts sing.

I met with the devil
and it was no surprise,
what the devil had in mind.

The journey long and filled with
despair, till the  I changed
direction and you found here.





Little bit of heart and soul
and our love foretold and
all the memories that I hold,
your are now a part of me,
no its not a dream.

Every thought of you and
take a song or two and there I
go dancing on those clouds
with you.

Little bit of heart and soul
and our love foretold and
all the memories that I hold,
now your are a part of me,
no it is not a dream.

When I wake up my
first thought is you,
puts smile on my face
and paints the sky a
pretty blue.

Little bit of heart and soul
and our love foretold,
all the memories that I hold,
you are now a part of me,
no it's not a dream.

When I close my eyes at night,
I just can't fight the visions of
you holding me tight, you
are now a part of me.
~

More - Vic Damone

Andrea Bocelli - More

There are so many songs that can be our song, but for the moment, I think it is more... More than the greatest love the world has known.

Hey Soul Partner...Let's Dance.

The magic of the music,
the power of the dreams
and in the dark of night,
upon the clouds...we dance.


We embrace the moment,
challenge all obstacles
and with love in our hears,
we celebrate.


To my soul partner... I love you.

Save the Last Dance For Me.

Life is a dance and the world our ballroom,

embrace it with each new step.

 

~

The weather is as near perfect today as one can imagine. No rain, no humidity, warm and sunny but not to hot. As I worked in the flower bed and thought about that last dance, it occurred to me that each day we dance through life, embracing all that it is. Our dance consist of the courtesy, bows, jumps and spins and a occasional stumble and fall. Sometimes it seems as if we are dancing so fast we fail to appreciate the partner of life. It is love of life that creates that romantic slow dance that exudes with passion. We partner with the world around us while taking in the air we breathe and exhaling with that very love for life.

My emotions can get the best of me at times as I think about the experience in which I chose to dance. Some of them making sense at the time, found me flat on the dance floor needing that hand to pull me back on my feet.  I have to remind myself that I am only one part of life's partnership and therefore I can be only responsible for the choices I myself make. Though sadness and sorrow sometimes edge their way in and try to take control of the dance, the beauty life pulls us back reminding us that we lead the steps.

 

I began to dance when only tears fell,

circling and circling around my own hell.

I thought no one knew the steps and

that I was trapped in an awful mess.

 

The world revealed to me,

the steps of life that set me free.

Led me to that cloud up high

where you took my hand and

we danced through life.

 

~

Our song is playing...put your head on my shoulder, whisper in my ear...

There is a story that has
yet to be explained
and a road traveled
that is a bit insane.

Some things you can't let go of
and so much more I need to know.
I find myself wondering why,
some chapters still make me cry.

Like an unfinished puzzle,
there are pieces that are missing.
I am searching high and low
spending my life on wishing.

There is a story that
has yet to be explained
and a road traveled
that is a bit insane.
~
Energy

It is the memories
and all those dreams,
the laughter of heart
even when we are a part.

It is the way you smile,
your most charming style,
the passing of time and
those God forsaken miles,

It is the kiss of morn and
what life has in store,
that keeps me begging
for just a little more.

It is what you mean to me,
you are my everything,
my embrace of life,
that I celebrate both
day and night.



 

 

Mercy

Barely in with two hours of sleep,

I woke from an incredible dream.

Unimaginable but true, I was there

right next to you .

 

Surreal is this particular view,

where a soul encountering comes

shining on through.

Heart racing and I can hardly breathe,

settle down it is just a dream.

 

We spoke, we shared and embraced,

we stood there passionately face to face.
My heart is slowing, I'm wide awake,
the dream was our new meeting place.
~

 

I have a fascination which borders on the side of obsession for growing the Medinilla flower. It always amazes me  how the blooms can be larger than the plant it grows on. Their petals and bracts gracefully arch as if they were bending down to the earth. In all reality their blooms are just to heavy to keep erect. Customers at the market where hoping I could propagate from a few stem cuttings for them, but I thought I would chance growing them from seed. My success rate growing from seed has never been to positive and yet I find the challenge from those that do succeed, personally rewarding.

Nature and especially  gardening, always presents a challenge and yet brings about a comfort zone I use to think oh if these flowers could talk, the stories they would tell.

 

Whispers of love,

meant only for you,

listen closely as

your heart would

have you do.

 

Catch that bluebird,

take a flight through

the air, like the wind

to my soul, I felt your

love as we shared.

 

Whispers of love,

meant only for you,

listen closely as your

heart would have you

do.

 

I stripped away the sadness,

no shades in dark hues,

only sunshine for me

and you.

 

 

There is something to be learned from everything,
in accepting that makes us wiser.
~


To live is to love..

~

 

There is no greater gift

than the sharing of hearts.

 

~

Once loved,

always loved.

 

~

Something's can't be taken away,

the experience called love,

it is forever in

the making.

 

It is that easy,

just follow me,

close your eyes and
lean on memories.

Envision the stars and
the clouds in the sky,
know that I am with you,
I'm right by your side.

It is that easy,
just follow me,
close your eyes and
lean on memories.
~

My feelings are a mix of

a sad song and a love song.

~

 

If I let go I would be an empty shell,

void of your love.

 

~

Two hearts, one love...

Who we are and what people think we are has been a nagging thought for sometime now. Like a diamond with many facets, we are many things to many people and through the eye of the universe we are nothing. Which brings me to,we are simply what we want people to believe we are. Beyond our word like expressions we are energy. The energy can pass through time and space to connect souls. I believe that is so when we strip ourselves of human self.

I saw a heart,
I felt it beat,
shared a love,
stored memories.

Held a moment,
went for a spin,
danced on a cloud,
rejoiced from within.

~
The tenderness and kindness,
like no other before or now,
took my heart and held it,
while sharing in a smile.

Compassion a gem in
the treasure of life,
where sharing the moment,
was truly a delight.
~
It is good that I have to work the farmers market tomorrow. I kept battling my thoughts on how many reasons why I don't want to work tomorrow and how many reasons why I should. The humidity has me in a slight slump and I find myself lost somewhere between my memories and my dreams. Somehow as the days pass , you find yourself one step closer to the end chapters. I think of the people that I had to say goodbye to and what their last chapters were like.
There is no doubt that the greatest gift life has to offer is love. Unconditional love is a rare but completing bonding of souls. I do think I am the "hopeless romantic" as I embrace the beauty of love in order to distance the harsh darkness that negativity can place upon a person's soul. What is this great love? Friendship, happiness, compassion, desire, it is everything and it is nothing. It is my head upon your chest listening to your heart beat and a gentle touch across your brow. It is the sharing of hearts and the embracing of souls. The whispers that break through the silence and the visions that can be seen in the night sky.

I hold your love,
I hold it close,
for the greatest fear,
is letting go.

Bonded two into one,
butter melting in the sun,
love's sweet whisper in the air,
of hearts that stopped to share.
~
Dream, fantasy, chapter or two,
story written, took to the blue,
winds blowing , I'm far away,
looking back on yesterday.

Troubled journey, mountain high,
wanted to believe and therefore denied.
No image nor view, it is what I needed
to see me through.

~

I held the tears,
kept them inside,
refused to let them
document time.

Today they have fallen,
to wash away, the lies
and deceit that made its
way.

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Staring reality in the face,
reveals how far we have come.

~
Blah, blah, blah, blah...

It is not always black and white. I find myself caught up in this summer humidity, where my body is lazy and my mind is over active. There is always a new revelation or a new way of looking at an old experience. In reality what matters is how the experience is perceived. Our senses or inner consciousness takes what it needs for the moment. It is in the tool box of survival that we find love and faith as the stepping stones on a blinded path.
I thought about what variables would be necessary to change the direction of life. I can't erase what has already been written, for those moments in time led me to today. I am a bit afraid of comfort, as if my flower gardens and greenhouse have summoned me. I find those thoughts and actions to be a bit backwards as if I were on some great slide of life. At times I feel connected and yet separated.
Reviewing life , it is as if a reading a new story for the first time. The reality has changed the facts as it alters the chapters  and leaves  the ending standing in question.

As the D rolls over it becomes rounder and rounder. It is as easy to see the good as the evil. With love in our hearts the image is clearer.