Polish the armour and sharpen the blades Paint the skies with red shades Beat, bash, and break their puny barricades Bask in heroic accolades Shields raised, swords drawn Powerful cries bring a new dawn Ambition thrums in our hearts, fears withdrawn No second-guessing, all doubts must be gone Stand side by side with your strong soldiers Drums sound, feel the tensity in your shoulders Cleave, lacerate and slash through our...
The mirror called civilization, reflecting just shattered shadows, silhouettes condemned to dance against some semi-bright surface, feelings augmented and belittled, pain ignored and slowly festering, all hitting the sensibly cracked mirror, all claiming to be seen and heard for what they were really meant to be, for what they never stopped being. The cracked mirror holds just images, there´s no true, honest reflection, j...
Bound to schedules and shifting hours, in an ever-changing background, grinding minutes for all they are worth In a shaking world of multiple duties, struggling to reach now-not-so-clear goals falling into some devouring marshes we had always managed to overlook, we go on, holding onto scraps of reality, those pitiful reminders of the life we knew.
Gentle gazeAmazed -I seek your wisdom Your ways of thinkingI am drinking up your wondrous lightYet you sit silently bleedingIntent on believing -Your light has fadedLeft you jadedBut all I seeLooking at meIs a radiant ray of perpetual beauty
A phone call It changed our world You were gone How do we carry on Without you You were our rock An anchor when Life was a raging storm You calmed our fears Held us when our hearts were broken Now we will anchor and hold each other We will grieve But you taught us how to Be brave How to trust We know Heaven is real We know we will see you again
An abandoned quarry. High-walled stone pit. At the bottom strolling through newfound friendship. Looking up, a bold climber's dream. "Let's do it! We can climb it." Overreachingly confident--young. One led the way. Not too difficult really. Foolish? The next followed. Shorter, smaller, smiling--at first. One scrambled gaining the top edge, turned about. The other grimaced. So close. Gasping, "Can't do it. Can't make it!"...
My love for you is deep my love for you is strong my love will keep you going to the place where you belong My love for you will never fail my love for you will uplift my love will keep you satisfied never lost or alone or cast adrift My love for you will keep you my love for you will save you my love will keep you safe and warm my love for you is true My love for you will move you my love for you will excite you my...
Two personalities reside in this bodyone is playful and sassy - the other more straight-lacedone we will call leatherthe other we will call laceoften competing for loveas leather likes a man of strengthand lace likes soft hands and an embracetogether when entwinedpassion takes over time and spacejust as beforeone being more playfulthe other still straight-lacedwhen combined in just one womanshe is the ultimate pinnacle of...
Thurman appeared to me on a Tuesday, in a wall tile of my newly renovated bathroom. It was a little after six P.M. and I was drawing a hot bath. I perched on the edge of the tub and waited for the water to reach that perfect temperature. I was tired. Worn out. Exhausted. My day had started just like any other day. Alarm at five A.M. got dressed in the dark, scurried out the door by five-thirty-five to open the cafe by six...
It was a slow melancholy song in Harry Turner’s head. Uncle Joe was dying. A sad refrain that reminded Harry of the man he knew. He was a man full of good humour, activity, kindness and love for his family. Now he was dying. The dirge plagued Harry’s mind. He had arrived home from university that morning to find his father in a less than happy frame of mind. “Your Uncle Joe’s unlikely to get better. Your mother has stayed...
Strength like the mighty oak tree There he stands For all to see Standing tall and strong Firm hands to hold Love in his laughter Compassion in his eye From dawn to dusk And back again Nerver changing He never fails Standing firm for all to see He bends with the wind But never breaks Tall and strong Sharing the power Watching over little ole me
The things I could say about my beautiful daughter, Katy could fill a small book, same as, I'm sure, any proud parent. Katy was truly a gift to me and I'd like to share with you who my Angel Face was. Facts first ... Katy was a published poet by age 11, an accomplished artist, (the final drawing she was working on {though unfinished} is in my gallery), an honors student from grade 5 on, and despite missing her entire sen...
What do you see When you glance my way Do you see the woman I was? Or the one who stands before you today? The frightened one Who was always so unsureIf what she was doing Would work out in the future Or maybe the strong one Who has survived everything That this messed up reality Ever thought to bring Perhaps it is the vulnerable me That sometimes appears The one who can’t always Hold back the tears Now I will tell you Wh...
It's becoming dark again, I really could use a handNot mine, they hurt and I cry, just let me beClocks back and dark comes early over the landLight gone, that heals and often frees me Alarm in the morning going off like a gunMy hand hurls it across the morning gloomSilence again and I retreat back into my cocoonWell made, it again shrieks in the roomMornings come each day, I dread them stillSome days I skip sleeping and p...
