deanena tierney

deanena tierney Jan 2012

So, I say to Love, "If I take thee in,"
Will you remain as fair as you've always been?
Or will I long for the days of you way back when?
Might your passion never be felt again?
Could you transpose, to my chagrin?
And if it be so, my Love,...well then,
I'd be a fool to take thee in.

deanena tierney Jan 2012

If I could go back

If I could go back to that fork in the road,
If I could go back today,
Stand again before that intersect,
I'd choose the other way.
If I could go back to the starting line,
If I could go back today,
I'd be one hell of a strong competitor,
And not just run away.
If I could go back to the thrill of us,
The thrill before the fall.
I'd cling to you for the entire ride,
And not ever look back at all.

deanena tierney Jan 2012

When I picture my paradise......

When I picture my paradise,
Through inward, pensive eye,
There's no end to the horizon,
And nothing mars the sky.
And I am lying naked,
Half in shade under the trees,
My partial sunsoaked body,
Being soothed by fleeting breeze.
I take up a ****** journal,
And all the words fall into place,
Then spirit, body, mind, and soul,
All greet the sweetest face.
And like tumultuous rivers flow,
Our ****** too shall be,
For when I picture paradise,
You are making love to me.

deanena tierney Jan 2012

Because you've done all of this for me

May my soul be the one to settle you,
When there is no peace to be found.
And my hands be the ones to lift you up,
When you've fallen to the ground.
May my lips be the ones to whisper,
All the words that you so need to hear,
And my shoulder be the one you cry on,
When you lose something very dear.
May my ears be the ones that listen to,
All the things you are longing to say,
And my knees be the ones at the altar,
When you can't find the strength to pray.
May my eyes lead you out of the darkness,
When you've become unable to see,
Please allow me to do all of this for you,
Because you've done all of this for me.

deanena tierney Jan 2012

All things do hurry to their own end.

Words of love that have long since past,
As the breathless state just could not last,
Just as a pardon, by the sinner, is forgot,
Or as a winner's waste of a lifetime's lot,
Just as seasons do come and seasons do go,
And the truth disturbs all we used to know,
Just as an instant can blemish many years,
Or simple joy is replaced by mixed up tears,
Just as a lie makes the worst foe of a friend,
All things do hurry to their own end.

deanena tierney Jan 2012

Always hold just a little back

Always hold just a little back,
To keep yourself a part.
So if nothing is returned,
You do not lack a heart.
Always hold just a little back,
To keep and to conserve,
So if a withdrawal is made,
You've something in reserve.
Always hold just a little back,
To keep a "peace" of mind.
So that when the rest is lost,
You've one less "piece" to find.

deanena tierney Jan 2012

These visits with my ghosts

Well.. all the ghosts returned today,
Knocking more intensely than before,
And for some senseless reason,
I opened wide the door.
And in they came, quite in a rush,
Bombarding me, as one.
And all the protests I contrived,
Were easier thought than done.
And so they kept on rambling,
Even while I poured them tea,
And I'm still trying to figure out,
What the hell is wrong with me?
Why did I let them in again?
And then help them to unpack?
I made them leave last night, but knew
This morning they'd be back.
And while they chatter on and on,
To my self's own blame recall,
I invited them in so graciously,
And received them one and all.
They seem so content to tarry here,
So much that they may reside,
And they do make quite good company,
For my scared and doubting pride.
So should I treat them nonchalant?
Or should I be the cordial host?
I don't know whether to love or hate,
These visits with my ghosts.