I told you truths we laughed off as just another one of my moments and to me you knew when even could not say.
Words left apon a page are meaningless without the insperation to support them.
Are troubles many but to this friendship I owe everything never worry how it sounds just read it and know .
We all get sideways sometimes .
Love you sister.
Remember my words long after the silence tears us apart .
This will always be for you.
You know what others cannot understand .
And for that i owe you more than i can ever express .
May ravens sing to you
May they brighten Winter's dreary walks
As fallen leaves crunch beneath your feet
And the sky grows a melancholy gray
May cheerfulness run forth to greet you
With happy, outstretched arms
May no rain or darkness sadden your day
May only beauty, wishes, and dreams
Dance inside your head
Happy Birthday, Dad!
We (my parents and I) have had a LOT
Come up lately, so if I'm not always
On here reading and writing poetry, please understand!!
However today I knew I had to write something...
Today is my Dad, Timothy's birthday!!
Sorry if this doesn't sound like my usual style,
But it was quite randomly written!!!
Enjoy anyways!!!! :) <3
(Before you continue reading I ask that you read all of it and thats all I ask; proceed€;)
Feeling dizzie is what I hate the most,
knowing I have nothing to say;
Nothing better to say but I love you juliet
And knowing all I have to say is pointless to all life,
Almost there where the stilled pond shows no more trace of me,
Am drowning in my tears also downing shots at a time with a side of poison, call it siping light and a cherry on top;
How you used to be the jewel sparkling the pathway of my dark ways....
Ran into bigger doors;
Dodging stiff jabs also caught swinging back.
Keeping one eye open while the other caught by a strike and bruised swollen shut...
Doesn't matter how many times a fighter has fallen all that should matter is how many times he picked himself back up solely dedicated to be the last man standing at the end of it.
Just one day after we lost Carrie Fisher, her mom died too.
I guess both the shock and pain was too much for her to go through.
Carrie died at the age of sixty and her mom was eighty-four.
It's a shame that neither of them will be around anymore.
Many people were Debbie Reynolds fans and they thought a lot of her.
This has been a sad week because we lost both Carrie and her mother.
Mom thought I would be a girl back in 1971.
She was surprised to learn that I was a son.
She was surprised but she wasn't disappointed in the least.
We were very close until the day when she became deceased.
When I was in Mom's womb, she thought I would be a girl instead of a boy.
But she didn't care, just knowing that I was a healthy baby brought her joy.
We walked along the rivers margin
alone together fettered by a musical hope
The weight life’s’ unburned ashes glowing,
hearts so full of unanswered questions and,
still there was a darkness flooding the light
Hold forth the journeys twisted line
circling back to a moment gone
If its meant to be written , if it be thy will
we strolled heart on sleeve ; empathy bespoken
unconnected joined distant horizons
bridged, touching souls unraveled and frayed
Demurely searching ; reservedly construing
unspoken without intention
A lost bird with wing broken ;
a student learning about love unbroken
An unrequited teacher of unknown learners devotion
A wounded healer singing through catastrophic woundings ;
yet “it’s the singer not the song“ all along
I've walked this same old fomenting river’s margin
a motherless child on the run learning on healing
Singing alone, the unaccompanied songs once strummed
Remembering to remember a rock skips across still waters ;
the ripples of its passing go on and on unbroken circle
The eternal continuum, only a mother’s love
harlon rivers ... December 16. 2016
All apologies i am remiss, i have keep unspoken, humble debt of gratitude, far too long
... soul sister who stands strong ...>>>>-------->*♥
peace on the shoreline
Robert Vaughn's demise is something that billions of people deplore.
If he had lived just eleven days longer, he would've turned eighty-four.
Vaughn had the ability to make movies and TV shows enjoyable.
When we lost this great man, it was like losing a precious jewel.
When we watched him on the small and the big screen, it was always sure to please.
During his later years, he continued to act and he did commercials for attorneys.
If you visit Hollywood, you can see Vaughn's star on the Walk of Fame.
Because of his death, television and movies will never again be the same.
Every Christmas was a good Christmas when you were around.
But it stopped being good after you were lowered into the ground.
The last Christmas that we spent together was four years ago.
I had no idea that it would be our last Christmas, I didn't know.
When a man spends Christmas with family, it means everything.
And when that is taken away, it's like being struck by lightning.
When we spent our last Christmas together, I didn't know the end was near.
Merry Christmas Mom, because you're in my heart, a part of you is still here.