They run and run and run
It seems, with little time to feel the sun
And yet, what they have begun
Is something that can easily be undone.

Dodging the trees here and there
They run through this thick and heavy air.
An end to this overgrown forest do they give silent prayer
But little do they know that they’re on the path to despair.

They hide from the sun’s bright
For they know not of its delight,
And instead they run to the darkness on the right
Thinking they will find some light.

However, their path is crooked and steep
As they run through the forest deep.
They are like lost sheep
Not realizing they need to awake from their sleep.

They see others running passed the trees
Dodging them with ease.
They wonder what makes the others so pleased
To be running through this breeze.

The others also fall down,
But they get back up and help those around.
While they run through darkness abound,
The others run through bright clearings round.

Sunshine on delicate pink
warms and sweetens blackberry nectar.
Scents of nectar
attracts honeybees.
Amber stripes and transparent wings
weave a tapesry on my canvas.

I held you in my arms
whilst we writhed
caught in the embrace
of love, of love making
the makings of love?

We waited as long as…
We could to leave the house.
Your suitcase pink and heavy.

We stood outside the bus station
silently holding each other
not knowing that we would
never again be in one another’s
arms, embrace, love.
That our time had passed
that WE had died.

I watched your bus drive away
whilst the snows were melting
and I longed to melt too.
To melt into the porous earth.
To melt into you.
A you, that was already gone.
Gone forever.
Yet still I longed

Oh how my shiny little toy heart shines,
Blunder up, under , asunder
Vintage heart wonder
Quaking details
Silver wails
Box heart
Made
Of

thunder

A Child's Heart - Innocence Stolen.

Have you ever kissed the forehead or held the cold
frozen hand of a loved one who once was a living
breathing man? Fell into the arms of another because
your feet could no longer give you the strength that was
needed to stand...

One day he was smiling and just fine, saying how much
he loved you always, til the end of time. Then within a few
short days you are woke to a call. The voice of another, whom
had news which completely shattered you all.

Now you must go watch as he be layed to rest, not
understanding how another could be filled with such
copial amounts of hatred and evil, as to take away
one of lifes very best... And to leave a young child
devastated and fatherless.

Now as a mother you must raise the one person who
gave you both such a strong love filled bond, through
some of life's most harshest realities, trying to find a
way to explain why their daddy is forever gone....

That Little voice forever ringing in your head, saying
"Mommy my daddy left me 5 days before I was to
turn 10. Daddy wont be here to watch me graduate,
get married or even become a man... Mommy will I
ever see my Daddy again?"

Now he's 14 and become quite an awesome young man.
He has given his life to God just so he has a chance to
see his daddy again.... Every moment he is given the
chance to spend with God he is there with a smile on
his face, hoping one day for the chance he will once
again feel his fathers warm loving embrace.

Life is short, one never knows when our time will come,
so when you truly love another , dont let your differences
cause your relationships to be harmed or unraveled by
anything or anyone.Make sure you do not allow the sun
to set without saying how much the other means to you
and you are truly sorry for any thing painful you may have
caused or forgive them sincerely for anything they have
also done.

For there is not a second chance, you will live a life in a
pain ridden state, one filled with regret embedded deeply
in your soul. Always tell them how much you truly love
them and without their love in return, you could never
possibly feel whole...

And for those who choose to take anothers life and leave
so many others in an eternity of pain. I hope KARMA
finds you, so something like this you are never allowed to
bestow upon another human again.

Lopez ©reationz 2007

Death,
into whom
did I turn
in the turning
of time?

Where lays the child
the woman
and all the lovers
once longed for her?

Am I this
elderly woman?

Laying
in this coffin,
sweaty in the cold
(colder than fear:
who glued my lips?),
glimpsing
my still hands
through a slit
of my blue eyes.

What's the use
of the world,
now my voice is gone?

I can no longer
bring this world to life,
to lively truths and lies.

I will deliver it all to fire
as I throw my body into the flames.

And I forget.
And I am forgotten.

[6/6/14]