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Jesse Belcher Jul 2013
A perfect moon that settled above the ocean tide,
two unique strangers' walking the beach from opposite sides.

A majestically beautiful woman, who felt so alone,
she prays everyday, but everyday; something always goes wrong.

She walks slowly trying to figure out her fate,
she wants love she wants more than what this life seems always to initiate.
A sudden breeze blows her jet black hair,
for there was a different feeling lingering in the air.

She sits down and looks at the moon,
making a wish, and hoping that it happens very soon.
Lethargic she feels not wanting to stand,
so as she sits and she wishes drawing in the sand.

50 yards away a man walks thinking about the past day,
The pain he feels; the pain that never goes away.
He suddenly stops and looks at the moon,
He too makes a wish and has faith it will happen soon.

He starts walking again, by a force unseen,
his eyes adjust and he sees a beauty so serene.
As he gets closer her beauty illuminates his eyes,
but as he reaches her, he feels sad, for as the closer he gets, the more he hears her cry.

Hello the stranger says, as he got by her side,
Startled she got, as she was lost inside her own mind.
A moment of silence as they looked at each other with surprise,
And then he saw it, the beauty of her eyes.

She said "hello." and thought he looked so sad,
as they stared at each other their minds were no longer distracted
for he saw her, she saw him
and in more ways than one their feelings' reacted.

He sit next to her and just looked at her beauty,
she couldn't contain her smile, cause he was such a cutie.
No words were said though was the strange thing,
but deep down inside they both felt a kinda ring.

Finally breaking the silence, the man asked "why do you cry?"
She said to him "well why are you so sad?, I can see it in your eyes"
"Oh just life  breaking me down every way it can."
and she said, "I know what you mean for my life, I've lost all command."

They talked for hours and shared their thoughts,
in her eyes he found beauty, the beauty in this world he always sought.
In his words she found some hope, true love and joy,
cause she felt his heart, when he talked about his little boy.

As the perfect moon started to fall
silence befell them, and time seemed to stall.

He stood looked down and grabbed her hand,
"dance with me, he said," dance with me in the sand".
He pulled her up and as they danced the world seemed to fade.
And in each other, they realized the life that was intended, the life that God made.

They slowly stopped the dance and in their eyes was a shine,
a light anyone could have seen, a light so divine.
slowly he bent forward cause it felt so right,
anxiously she waited, under the perfect moonlight.

Slowly and softly their lips touched with passion,
and it was the best kiss, anyone could have ever imagined.
A kiss so heartfelt a kiss so true,
a kiss that felt right, a kiss that seemed to be the reason the ocean was blue.

As sunlight came the strangers felt love like never before,
but what would it become, for they stood on the ocean shore.

One thing was true, as they saw the sun and it's beaming light,
Who could've known that love could be found under a perfect moonlight.

A night anyone would want, a night not to miss,
a night of passion, that led to the perfect; moonlight kiss..
Jesse Belcher Jul 2013
I never seem to do anything right,
It's like trying to see without a shred of light.
Breaking down, and mentally drained,
choking on my life...feeling slightly deranged.

Who am I to question fate?
Who am I to criticise the quality of my soul?
Who are you to judge me?
Who are anyone to judge someone they don't know?

Starting over sounds good to me,
maybe it will give me a guiding light.
So suddenly i can see,
bring a blind man a true heartfelt wish.... sight.

So who am I to question this world of hate?
And who are you to judge anymore?
And who are you to question your neighbor or friend?
For you know not their life, behind their built in door.

I have no words left, as I struggle with this pain.
I have no feeling, but anger and sadness pouring down like rain.
I pray you all receive a gift; if your heart is true.
and I pray for your happiness..you, you, and you..
Jesse Belcher Jul 2013
Music can inspire, and give comfort in a time of solace.
  MUSIC
It can calm your soul, or break your heart,
It can mend emotions, or rip them apart.
It can make you sing and want to dance,
It can give you confidence, when normally you stood without a fighting chance.

It can make you remember loved ones that's passed away.
It can make you smile, when you're having one of them days.
All types of music, and all types of songs,
from sad country, to "Hits from a ****."

Music can reach you, where nothing else can,
Music can make you cry over a woman or a man.

Sometimes you hear a song and it penetrates so deep,
all the emotions from it, stored in your soul, your's to keep.

Other times; one song can bring back moments of pain.
From the first chord struck, to the first word sang.

So different all of us are,
yet one thing we have in common; we each carry music in our hearts.

I don't know about you,
but the gift of music is something that I believe in; something true.

Many things can affect us,  and make things feel so right or wrong,
and God gave us so many things, and one of the greatest is the,' gift of song'..
Jesse Belcher Jul 2013
I watched intently, choking losing my breath,
Why is there a Angel here? Why is it the Angel of death?
A menacing figure, scary at sight,
Clothed in a robe, and wings as dark as night.

I laid there petrified, not knowing his intent.
I laid frozen in time, wondering why he was sent.

Pure beauty he was, a woman's easy trap
Opening his wings he began to move, closing that small little gap.
Gliding my way, I felt his power.
He could crush my life; my soul he could devour.

His eyes showed something, that was not expected.
A sorta sadness, for his souls, he had not selected.
I felt my emotions change, as he stood beside my bed,
I was no longer frightened; even with his eyes, burning the brightest red.

He began to speak, and his voice was majestic and had a vast beauty,
I felt his sorrow as  he described his purpose, as he described his duty.
The "Angel of death"a name given, because of his task,
For every soul he had to carry; no answers, cause nothing could he ask.

His presence, His power, His demeanor fierce.
His eyes looking over me, everything in me he could pierce.
Finding the courage I asked "why are you here?"
My heart went out as he said,"even I can shed a tear."

He continued and said, "I will show myself to those who seek me out."
"All your depression, anger, sadness..Jesse I know what your all about."
Are you here to take me? I asked him with no fear.
And before I knew it, I was wiping away his one silver tear.

His smile grew and his beauty got mighty intense,
Thank you he said, for I must go forth hence.
I'll see you again, for I knew it was true,
and he said "when that time comes, do not fear, for I will carry you through."

He pulled up his hood and and then looked down and took a seat.
The Angel Of Death said, "be wise for so many are full of evil, full of deceit."
Up he stood and his wings opened wide,
Then in his majestic voice he said "never fear me, nor fear the other side."
Jesse Belcher Jul 2013
So many people hate the rain,
but as for me I like several things.
Ever danced, kissed, or made love under a crying sky?
If your answer is no, then may I suggest you try.

Feeling those drops, in the heat of a moment,
bodies pressed together in a kind of atonement.
Passion intense,
***** on fire,
anticipation grows,
unrelenting desire.

Stare in her eyes and see her lust,
under a wet sky; now you must.
feel her body, use all your senses
See her beauty, feel how she wences.
hear her moaning
as your desire is growing..

Take a breath,
and spin around,
dance with your love,
before you pin her to the ground.

Take control as the rain becomes a storm
so wet we are, yet strangely warm.
her hair so moist as I rub her down,
the passion growing, Oh my; I'm moaning now.

Dancing, kissing, and making love,
A kind of passion that goes beyond and above.
If you haven't tried the passion in the rain,
grab her, dance with her, and love her all in vain.

To feel that rain in the heat of passion,
It's beyond your expectations; it's everything you can imagine.
Jesse Belcher Jul 2013
Where Did You Come From ?
Where did you come from, Baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into here.

Where did you get your eyes so majestic blue?
Out of the sky where the Angels fly so gracefully through?

What makes the light in them sparkle and spin
Did God add a star and sprinkle it in.

Where did you get that small little tear?
Was it brought on by love, sadness, loss maybe fear?

What makes you so beautiful that I have to sigh?
Did God stroke your face, as he floated on by?

What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?
I believe you were touched by magic as your beauty arose.

Where came that smile that nobody can miss?
I believe you were visited by the angel of beauty and she gave you a kiss.

Where did you get that laugh, that can brighten everyones' day?
What made me so lucky, I'm your father I can proudly say.

Where did you get this pearly elvish ear?
I believe God spoke to you, and only you was the one that could hear.

Where did you get that heart full of joy and love?
Again I believe you were touched from something amazing, something high above.

Ordinary, yes I may be,
but special you are; everyone can see.

Where did you come from, for so special you are
Maybe I did get that wish, I wished upon a star..
Jesse Belcher Jul 2013
Can no one see this smile I'm faking,
See how, inside, I'm constantly breaking?
These people all claim they know me well,
Yet no one can see through my crumbling shell?

"I'm fine", I whisper, my sadness unknown,
They leave me to deal with this anguish by myself; all alone.
I've hidden behind this wall most of my life,
I've managed so far, I've dealt with my strife.

Watching as, slowly, my soul leaks away,
Not knowing what to do and how to keep my true horrors at bay.
I pull down my disguise to cover my hurt,
For it's hard to fool the wise, I have to be more alert.

I guess my pretense is just all too real,
No one has to know of the pain that I feel.
The real me inside, where no one can see,
I can fool everyone else, why can't I fool me?
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