you said you were the man
who fell in love with a star
and you couldn't understand how
a mere mortal
could fall in love with something so far away
maybe I am a star
but stars have no substance
I am nothing but chemicals
so big, so bright
so distant, so empty
here I am, adrift in orbit
of a black hole
of illness and self destruction
waiting to suck me in
you wonder how insignificant you must be
to all of us above
but I think you look quite
and it makes me feel small
don't come closer, dear
or you'll burn
and if you wait long enough
maybe it'll be time for me
to burn up, too
a man cannot love something so far away
and you cannot love me.
I sat there in meditation
and fell deeply into myself.
I found myself in a strange nation
surrounded by walls of shelves.
My eyes caught sight of the book
I knew I wanted to peruse.
Grabbed it from its little nook
and saw its utter condition of misuse.
It was dusty and caked with mold
this little book with a cover quite plain.
I could see the traces of a trimming of gold
and lettering in calligraphy considered arcane.
Dusted away the filth, the webs, the debris
only to find a surprise that grabbed my heart.
There in beautiful lettering of a dark Chablis
was my name readying myself to depart.
The book fell from my callused hands
and the world around began its descent.
I know neither where or when I stand
as I begin my astral ascent.
Opened my eyes and clutched my chest
as I looked around my dimmed room.
Silence- broken by the laughter of this jest
that my consciousness decided to bloom.
It comes in waves as I try and push it
back to back I stand with it
Churning within igniting the dark
clouds that roll in and soil the plot
The fight in her eyes
light up the sorrow behind my
back to back I stand with it
kept in down under the bottle
Pinned on my back to back i stand with it
Stuck is my head in the rain
clouds my better wit
timed out in a mere instant
Wait for what never comes
around the phone calls screened
haven't quite learned to fall on
my back to back i stand with it
But it will pass it always
passes under the bridge
like water breaks over the
bon fires burned out resilience
I was the bridge at the front of your life
You held my railings
I guided you back and fourth
Until you learned the way yourself
You walked all over me
Some days you fell to your knees
And I cradled you
Lose wood planks swaying in the wind
You bathed in my sun
You drank my rain
And you stayed
For years you stayed
The stream was cool
And gray in the spring
When you first tip toed in
I was there for you to escape the chill
When your heels began to quiver
But the seasons changed and changed again
And here we sat- mid summer
Luke warm water
You'd wander in and
When your toes began to shrivel
You'd dance back into me
In and out
You'd move with the seasons
Until that day in the Fall
You reached the deepest end
You learned to swim
And you've been out there ever since
While I rest where I've always been
In this calm & quite misery
Aching for the light tickle of your skin
Or the crisp Autumn scent that you dragged in
I know there are new legs, somewhere, waiting
To lay over mine but I'd still do anything
For the legs I taught to walk at the front of my life
i wake from a nightmare,
a nightmare where i was alone.
i was cold,
frozen to the bone,
and in a lightless place.
i feel my love behind me,
not quite touching,
but there all the same.
my heart flutters in happiness,
still recovering from the scare i got.
i can sense them like a detached limb,
i always know where they are.
they haven’t moved in a while,
they must be in a deep slumber.
i realize its freezing,
roll over and snuggle closer to my love,
a comforting smell,
a warm body.
i reach my fingers out further,
only more coldness.
i stretch my limbs out to resemble a star fish.
touching all corners of my bed.
my heart wavers,
they were never there.
i never had them beside me,
never had been in love.
it wasn’t a nightmare,
it was real.
You are like a Piano,
you can be loud yet quite,
but if I sat down and learned
your language I would know that
you are beautiful both ways.
Loud but powerful and captivating,
quite yet intriguing and peaceful.
You speak with beautiful words,
people don’t know that
you’re shadowing those beautiful words with your pain.
It is a lucky man who gets to hold her hand
As she takes you far beyond the Promised Land
She will take you on a trip that you’ve never been before
As she opens up every door.
She will take you through the doors of dreams
The doors of hope, and teach you how to cope.
She will let you peak in doors of anger, doors of fear
But will not allow you to get too near.
She will hold your hand tightly as she shows you the door
Of poverty, hunger, hate, so you can see before it’s too late.
As these doors look alike, this will leave you lost and confused
And in your lifetime, these same doors you will choose.
Although there are two doors which are different from all the rest
These two doors you will test.
One is decorated with hearts, rainbows, and butterflies
In this door true love lies.
This is the door where you may meet your soul mate
If you do not hesitate.
For love can come in a flash or slowly enter your soul
Leaving you happy, leaving you whole.
Erase all doubts – for love is there
If you open your heart and are willing to share.
The last door that you will see is a double door adorned with silver and gold
And the sounds of the most beautiful music of every instrument known to man
And beyond these doors “THERE HE STANDS”
Surrounded by angels with their pure white wings
Showing you the most precious gift anyone could bring.
“THE LOVE OF GOD”
His love so infinite, so pure, so white, which fills you
With the ultimate delight.
It is all the riches of the earth all rolled into one
For he is “GODS SON”.
He has been known by different names
But through Christianity the name “JESUS” reigns.
His love like the rains that come from the skies
Like the sun that blinds your eyes, and like the stars
That fills the universe, and the moon that brightens up the darkest night
All his love is in plain sight.
Now as I look down at her holding my hand, now is when I fully understand
He is with us from beginning to end – he is my GOD, my FATHER, and my FRIEND.
He is my strength when I am weak; he is the power that we seek.
So then! WHO IS THIS WOMAN THAT IS HOLDING MY HAND?
And making me understand!
She is like any mother protecting her child
She is the mother of “JESUS” who has been with us for quite a while.
Thank you “ MOTHER MARY”.
confidence is sexy
must have never felt the pull
of a strangers eyes
that never quite meet yours
my thoughts sometimes keep me up until 2 in the morning.
selfish things can't let me go quite as you did.
I was wandering down the street one day when my eyes fell upon the most exquisite sight: An angel was in the midst.
She was gliding through a throng, oblivious to all the averting heads, and then she was gone. She may be gone, but her beauty and my wonder remain.
Yesterday, I saw her again, gliding smoothly towards me, but this time, she didn't vanish right away. I've been fantasizing about this beautiful angel for quite a long time, yet it seemed different this time. It seemed real, somehow.
She stopped feet from me and held out her hand. I froze. 'This had to be a dream, ' I thought. 'It just had to be.' I pinched my arm. Nothing.
She smiled and embraced my hand. Her hand was warm and soothing. Her voice was gentle, content and mesmerizing. 'You're not dreaming, Silly. You've wanted this for a long time now. Come to me.'
I tried to smile, but instead, I felt my mouth twist into something unfamiliar to me. 'Y-Y-You, ' I stammered. 'I-I've been dreaming of you for as long as I can remember. How could this be? ' 'Kiss me, ' she replied, 'and all will be answered.'
Well, I know her better than any woman I've ever met, and I don't even know her name. I moved in for the kiss, not knowing what to expect. Suddenly, I was shaking stubbornly and the woman of my dreams began to fade away, then everything changed.
I wasn't outside or in a crowd. Rather, I was lying in my bed, which was still shaking. 'That, ' I exclaimed, 'was the most vivid dream I've ever had! I can still smell her perfume. (sigh) I can still feel her pulse.'
As it turns out, I wasn't the only one shaken awake this morning. Just another earthquake. I showered, dressed and headed off to work with this angel in my head. I turned a corner and joined a throng of people on their way to work. It was then that I saw her. Her beauty was undeniable. She was gliding towards me, like an angel, then she turned a corner and was gone.
Written by: Andrew D. Robertson