(1/25/13)

woman nor man can describe the love i have deep inside
each person explains love in a different way
which one is right ? no one can say.
so i'll explain mine the best i can
in the hopes that you'll understand.

love is a feeling that grows inside
it starts off small then starts to climb
love creates feelings that you never knew before
there are different feelings behind every door.

one door may give you an empty feeling deep inside
and another door may give you flashes of heat
from your head to your feet.
another door may make you feel like a child with a brand new toy
where you jump with excitement and joy.

yet another one may make you stutter and stammer with your words
and your voice can't be heard.
then you come to the door of heartaches and pain
where no two are ever the same.

true love is when you go thru the double doors of all doors combined
and go thru them all with the tests of time.
that is when you find true love divine.

(1/22/13)

a house is not a home- but just a place to rest your head
a house is not a home- when your heart and soul feels dead.
you go to that empty house with no one to greet you at the door
and with all the riches that you have-" you still feel poor".

riches don't buy happiness or fills that empty heart
it just makes you feel worse as it tears you apart.
you look around at the people who have so much less than you
but they have their loved ones and they know just what to do.

so you walk thru your empty house and you go from room to room
and in each one -all you feel is gloom.
you know that you have a heart-otherwise you would not feel what you do
and you know that you'll have to search for a love that will be true.

you sit on your chair and the tears flood your eyes
you're trying to be a man- you're trying not to cry.
but heartache has no preference as to who it will come to.
heartache is there to leave you sad and blue.
a house is not a home -  you found that to be true
now the search begins -for someone to share their life with you.

(C) L . RAMS

Times of innocence pass,
day spent running around without a fear.
The future non-comprehendible,
not that it even mattered.
It was a time of living in the moment.
Of Mommy can fix any problem
and Daddy can do anything, and knows everything.

A time of complete and utter bliss.

If only I could re-live that time
and remember the exact feeling
of Daddy spinning me around in circles.
Of feeling like the whole world was my playground
and forgetting any bad things in a matter of seconds.

The many people push off the train.
I must stay on, but everyone is leaving.
And pushing me along with them.
Their dull faces not caring that staying,
not going with the flow of people,
is everything to me.

As I'm about to be pushed out,
I fight back, looking back into the train.
There is a couple standing there,
they somehow escaped the flow.
Holding hands, smiling brightly.
Moving in closer.
"NO!!" I shout as the people block my sight
and I'm carried out.

No....that was my everything.
That should have been me.

I should have been her.
I should have been holding his hand.
I should have been happy.

"Be good for your mommy, ok?"

The girl tried to control herself,
she didn't know what was going on,
but it was something bad...
why was Daddy saying goodbye?
Why is Mommy crying so much?
Everyone was scaring her so much.

She nodded her head,
and hugged Dad.
Mommy was at the other side of the bed,
holding onto Dad's hand.

"Mommy? What's wrong with Dad?"
"Honey...Dad is saying...goodbye"
she choked to get the words out.
"I'm sorry Sweetie...but we'll be alright"

Suddenly, Dad started gasping,
and she couldn't breath for fear.
What was going on?

A small noise came from his mouth,
and she thought she could hear the words
"I love you"
and then Daddy was still.

"Daddy!!! Wake up!!! What's wrong???"
she started screaming,
everyone was crying,
no one was telling her what was happening.


She never felt so alone.


Now she's 16,
and she doesn't remember
what it was like to be swung in circles
in his strong arms,
and knowing he had the answer to everything.
She can't remember making tents in the living room to sleep in,
or Mom laughing out loud.

She can only remember the one night
when everything she knew went away.

(1/10/13)

what i want is a woman like you, who can share
the same dream our whole life thru.
who wants to feel " love" every waking hour
and feel loves strength and its power.
a woman who can feel our every need and emotion
and still support our mistakes with complete devotion.

a woman that with each step she has found
that she will not be beaten to the ground.
one who has a positive attitude on life
and knows what we do - we'll do right.

let's join our hearts together and become one
then our hearts will never succumb
we will beat whatever comes our way
as we fight it day to day.

a woman who is not afraid to hold hands as
we walk down the street, and greet people that we meet.
a woman who does not want to be superior or inferior
but my equal, and ignoring remarks of other people.

i want a woman who is not afraid to fight
for what she thinks and feels and knows is right.
let's be equal you and i - for equality is a love divine

(C) L . RAMS

Tears are words
that the heart can't say