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Carol Huizinga Jan 2011
In darkness I lie my head to sleep
Cannot always bring light to those who weep
Stumbling souls lost to human pains
Thinking only toward the insane
Emptiness in their emotion
Hoping for a new mixed potion
To bring them luck
Instead of being hit by a truck
Little do they realize and know
It's themselves who give the final blow
Hope is not a lost art
It is the place to start
To grow and prosper
Get your name on the roster
Live and learn
Or forever yearn
Written 2010
Carol Huizinga Jan 2011
Feels like I've never been this confused in my world
I feel like a childish little girl
Wandering emotions I don't want to touch
Please can my mind not be hushed
Your spoken words have blown my mind
Speaking of misunderstandings I cannot find
In the beginning it was all so simple
Now it is like digging for a lost temple
I don't know how to proceed
How to pick out the bad reeds
Inside I am burning resentment
Really why am I not feeling contentment
Approach is all you needed to change
To keep me within your range
Now I am lost, running, fleeing
Because of what I am seeing
But, there is always a but, you see
I know life begins within me
Looking forward to a new dawn
Fresh dew sparkling on the lawn
As I lie upon this broken ground
What was lost will be found
I am unsure what your future will be
You cannot only have pieces of me
Your energy must come up and around
Or forever you're lost, not to be found
Again the sword sweeps to search to and fro
Which direction do I send it to go
Inside I know though I feel so alone
With my heart just wanting to quit, turn to stone
I will walk a little further on
Knowing they'll bring me a true bond
That is all I have to say
As I walk forward on this day
Written 2010
Carol Huizinga Jan 2011
What do I miss the most
As I watch these human ghosts
Walk endlessly within the mind
Not able to stop and find
Simple answers to the questions
Making it a huge election
Instead of stopping to feel
Is the beating heart real
Does blood flow through my veins
When I bleed does it stain
Ah let's think about that some more
Because we may open a closed door
What would happen as it creaks
Slightly open where light seeks
Will we actually step forward to see
That is the true question to be
Maybe then we would understand
The ghost that we are walking this land
Written November 2010
Carol Huizinga Jan 2011
Honesty is a lost art
Nobody wants the part
We are all actors
No attention to factors
We forget what it is to feel
Now we just want to steal
Floundering through life
Stabbing others with our knife
Wasting away inside
Stopping to say we did try
What did we stop and do
Except be so totally untrue
Wow that is the new fashion
Sending many hearts smashing
Selfishness is the treason
That is the only reason
We plant these seeds
To flourish the field in weeds
We blow them across the land
In these weeds we take our stand
We nourish our sorrow, our pain
Excusing our plans of future gain
I may at times stumble
My heart may rumble
But I am glad this one I walk alone
Going to sit upon my favorite stone
Watching the flowers wave in the breeze
Spreading there pollen to make me sneeze
I rest upon a bed of rose petals
For no less again will I settle
I am worthy of much more
Than the weeds you pick and store
So as we harvest our crops
My life blooms, your life stops
Exactly where you left it
Collecting the weeds where you sit
So I bid you farewell
My flowers are to0 pretty not to smell
I go without causing harm, no foul
Should've believed I threw in the towel
Written November 2010
Carol Huizinga Jan 2011
I fell in love with a ghost
It was a harder lesson than most
We walked centuries before
I had no idea this was in store
Glimpses of the warrior's being
Sent my soul seeking and seeing
A small reflection of what used to be
It did carry my soul for a time in me
But then the shadows would return
The flames to my soul it did burn
How could you lose this battle
Hanging your sword upon the mantle
Why did the shadow take you away
Where I am afraid you will forever stay
I cannot tell you the answer is near
Your true soul I will always hold dear
I will love this ghost warrior for life
Sending him blessings in his strife
Hoping one day he will find the way
In truth his being will live again in day
I can wish it were different
That I made an impact on time spent
But in pain and shadows I cannot live
To the human race I have to give
The ability to walk on this sacred ground
Not desecrate the gifts given nor that I have found
Loving a ghost is like loving a dream
The warrior lost the battle of esteem
Loving the memory of what once was
Is not enough to continue this cause
Without bringing me to the shadows
Instead of riding in the sweet meadows
I haven't lost my sword nor light
I do falter sometimes in the fight
But the darkness cannot win within me
Plainly it was never meant to be
Angels in droves surround me within
Leaving you never felt like a human sin
All your conscious answers were here
Instead you held your shadows near
Hopefully in the next life ahead
The shadows will not keep your soul dead
Because the world is missing your sword's touch
But mostly we all miss the ghost of you so much
I wish the world did not take it's toll
Forever I will love the ghost of your true soul
But in this human race
I no longer see your face
Written October 2010
Carol Huizinga Jan 2011
The wind whispered a grain of sand
From his tightly woven hand
Sending it spiraling towards the earth
Was this the time of his rebirth?
He needed to seek and to find
The new ideas upon his mind
Preparing morter for a new foundation
Constructing the true gift of elation
Eyes glistening like sapphire jewels
He glanced around for new tools
He realizes there is no atonement
Armor not needed in future moments
Darkness of previous times has ended
Within the light he has ascended
No longer lost nor buried in the sand
Ready now to take charge of his land
Unaware of the sweat upon his cheek
He climbs knowing the path is never too steep
For within the whispers of the wind
He knows no beginning nor an end
Grasping again to the hilt of his sword
Knowing sadness never again to be lord
Now he sees every grain of sand
Sparkling like diamonds in his hand
His soul returned to it's innocent grace
Smiles again cross this handsome face
Written January 2011
Carol Huizinga Oct 2010
Pictures flash across my mind
Understanding I must find
I stand alone in this fight
Nobody can help with this sight
I want so much to believe
The words I want to retrieve
So the words become normal
Nothing fancy or formal
Just something within me
Lasting forever to be
Opening the flood gate
To my true destiny and fate
To the truth of my whole
That is my final goal
Shining not only for others
But in my own love I smother
Show the laughter and the joy
Not be like a decoy
Show the love I have been given
You’d understand how I've been livin'
How one tiny miniscule thing
Truly brings my soul to sing
For to it all I am connected
Nothing is ever rejected
Lessons are always taken
Never be mistaken
I am full of gratitude
Constantly changing my attitude
Enjoying the small joys of soul
Making me a better whole
Written 2010
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