Your hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Your hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Your hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Your hands were quick to show me that you would take care of it all.

Your hands were there to brush my hair, or rub it real slow
Your hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn't always show.
Your hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach.
Your hands clapped and cheered when I had a star and held it within length.

Your hands would also push me, though not down or in harms way.
Your hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say.
Your hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
Your hands would shape and mold me into all she knew I could be.


Your hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
Your hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
Your hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Your hands are the reason, the reason I am me.

Keep changing your mind,
like clouds in the sky.
Love me when you're high,
leave me when you cry.

I know it all
takes time,
like rivers running dry
when the suns too bright.

So long this is good bye,
may we meet again in another life.
Like strangers passing by
may we see clearly in another light.

Keep dodging lies,
like a thief in the night.
The sun will arise,
and expose all the lies.

So why deny,
that you and I
lead different lives.

Rivers from your eyes,
can't change my mind.

So long, this is Goodbye,
may we meet again in another life.
Like strangers passing by,
may we see clearly in a different light.

She stands with her hands together,
and her head down.
She thinks of the past day,
and all the sadness that was around.

First her mother who died when she was so young,
now her father, from the cancer in his lungs.
Just becoming single she feels so alone,
now everyone she loved seems to be gone.

Popular she may be,
they surround her; honey to a bee.
lost and scared,
tired and teared,
nerves on edge,
broken pledge.

They promised her they'd be there through it all,
now anger fills her heart, and she screams a heartbroken call.
She screams so loud the animal all flee,
every single bird flew out from every tree.


Suddenly a breeze hits her in the face,
and it seems like a whisper of beautiful grace.
A whisper in the wind,
that seems to calm everything that lies within.

Another wind gust and definitely a voice.
She strains trying to hear and it sounds like the word choice.
She pleads for more, but no more wind came.
It figures she thought, now I'm insane.

Supposedly going to stay at her aunts,
she takes the long way and thinks about the wind taunts.
Always believing in God she just ponders the wind,
then out of nowhere it comes again.

Patience my child you have been so brave,
you are not alone  and we are not buried in a grave.
This place is more than what you ever could have dreamed,
Know that we will be with you even though we can't be seen.

Go forth my child and don't dwell on us.
Don't be angry with God, don't dwell and fuss.
The wind dying down gave ten more words to Jo,
We will always love you we hope that you know.

She stood out side for hours everyday praying for whispers in the wind,
waiting for anything more her parents could send.
As times went on she sometimes felt the wind and heard a voice,
Love you, patience, faith, so proud, it's your choice.

The girl accomplished her goals, well most it seems
she got into Stanford, got a masters, and that was her biggest dream.
She fell in love and the man was the kindest and best God could send,
but every time she felt the air, she would stop and listen for whispers in the wind.

It's been years and yet she still crosses his mind.
His pivotal moments with her;' frozen in memories of time.

Everyday was a new day and maybe he could get her to see,
this boy who seemed so shy, always kinda behind a tree.
He watched her up close and from a distance,
they knew each other well, she knew his existence.

What she didn't know was the boy's heart,
even though she held it all from the start.
The moment he saw her his first day of school,
to seeing her in the summer everyday at the pool.

Why couldn't he speak to her the way he wanted,
for truly they were friends and very close,
they could talk all day, but his love he couldn't expose.

So the years kept going on like they do,
and still too shy she never truly knew.

This boy never had met one quite like this;
so beautiful, so smart, and surprisingly funny.
She seemed to be the Angel god was granting,
but when he tried to tell her his feelings', his mind started running.

Devastated he got when he heard she was soon to marry,
his heart felt so heavy, so heavy just to carry.
He couldn't go and watch her confess her vow,
he just stayed home and cried and thought what now.

For a long time the boy knew she was the one,
and he let it slip and now she was gone.
He tried and tried with other girls,
but none made his heart dance; dance and twirl.

He would've given all just for a kiss,
for he knew she would be the best, the one meant not to miss.
But he lost that chance, cause his love he couldn't expose.
Trapped in silence, his heart felt words never arose.

So beautiful she was, like the leaves in the fall,
she could make time stand still, and if walking you'd come to a stall.
Just to see her beauty seemed like a curse, like a leaf falling from a tree
Cause God shouldn't let a Angel go out of heaven and just leave.

So many chances the boy had to confess his heart,
but when he was ready to; his words fell apart.
Now he lives with the memories and cracks through the seams,
because every now again he see's her in his dreams.


Many years later the boy came to find out,
that the girl liked him and waited throughout.
But he never took the chance being too shy,
and who knows what they lost; in the moments of time.

Both their lives' could be so different from what it is,
husband, wife, son or daughter who knows, but it wouldn't be this.

He often wonders if she thinks of him.
If he's happy, sad, or curious if he has kids.

Every time he thinks of her he ends it with a sigh,
Cause what would've happened if he wouldn't have been so shy.

Maybe soul mates if you believe in that stuff,
He just hopes she's happy, and the man she's with gives her enough.

Enough love and respect the boy knows she deserves,
God if only he hadn't been so reserved.

Sometimes she smiles with a broken heart.
Sometimes she is with you, but yet she's far apart.
Sometimes she's angry at the life she chose.
Sometimes she wonders of all the other choices that arose.

What if she chose this road? would life be better,
She will never know, but she misses the words he use to put in a letter.
Confessing his unrelenting love,
God, how it made her feel as pretty as flying dove.

Sometimes she thinks she should just let go.
because this man is not the man she use to know.

Sometimes she gets angry at God, 'cause she expected more.
Because the strain on her life is more than she can afford.

Sometimes the lies are too much to take,
for he doesn't seem to care what's at stake.

She wants to fight for this man,
and goes above and beyond.
But what's the point,
for he hardly responds.

Sometimes she thinks maybe all will get better,
and in each others' eyes:  get lost together.

She sometimes thinks he's too far away,
sometimes she thinks, maybe it's time to pray.

Sometimes she thinks if she's patient til the end,
that sooner or later her Angel will be him again...

His days are filled with books and a beautiful view.
He reads all day, then watches the sunset, every day from his room.
All kinds of books that penetrates him to another world,
for as kind as he is; at school he tries to go unnoticed. Find a corner and curl.

Nobody knows this boy who has so much to offer.
He doesn't get a chance, 'cause the cool kids like to see him suffer.
He slowly peeks around the corner, to see if they're around.
He has to get to English, the bell just rang the final sound.

Almost there he see's the door,
picking up the pace he trips to the floor.
He hears laughing and see's them pointing at his falling body.
It's the same everyday. Is there someone real he thinks. anybody?

Late that evening just finishing his latest book,
he goes to his view just to take his evening look.
Something was different, there was beauty he couldn't see.
Definitely something different, there was odd colors' behind his red oak tree.

Adjusting his view to perhaps get a better peek,
he saw a beauty he couldn't explain. He tried to holler down, but couldn't speak.
She came out from behind the tree,
Who was she he thought, for he could not see.

Cautiously he walked outside,
usually reserved he didn't know why.
He saw her just staring like a woman with so much on her mind.
He wanted to speak to her: what would he say? Just be kind.

"Hello", he said, as he took a step closer.
She turned around, and it was over.
The boy never knew something so beautiful could be so close.
For after a romance novel, from his dreams they arose.

After her initial shock she said "Hi, you must be my new neighbor."
"I just moved here from Florida, I'm not use to the chill."
The boy mesmerized thought he took one too many pills.
He tried to talk, but it just wouldn't flow, and as she stared at him
he saw her face contort, and she started to go.

He said "wait don't leave. I'm just not use to people talking to me."
He was actually a handsome boy if they would take the time to see.
He said, "my name is Cole and I live in the white house just there."
He pointed to it and noticed she didn't look. Instead at him she stared.

Her gaze made him uncomfortable, for he thought it a prank,
but the more he looked the deeper he sank.
She said, "Cole, I like that name,
mine is Lila." Lila Verame."

He saw her shiver and recalled her comment about the chill,
so he took off his jacket, and placed in around her hoping the warmth she would feel.
"Thank you" she said as she looked in his eyes.
Cole said "your welcome, this should keep you dry."

Lila giggled and said, "what do you mean?"
"There is a storm coming. I can smell it. After awhile you sense things that don't have to be seen.
She never heard a boy talk like this,
she said "so after awhile living here, there'll be things I can sense?"

Cole puzzled, said "sorry if I talk a little strange."
Lila smiled and said "no I like it, from where I'm from it's a nice change."
In Florida it's all about how good one looks in bikini's.
It's nice down here to have you talk about the scenery.

Her green eyes sparkled as he talked like never before.
Lila laughed, smiled, and even seemed interesting all the more.
So many thoughts were exchanged before the first rain drop fell,
and as Cole walked Lila home, she knew there was more to him than anyone could tell.

Back in his room he pondered the day and thought; just wait til school.
I'll be a ghost; just made a made up fool.

Cole didn't sleep as he thought what would transpire.
It was a small school and she surely would burn like a candlelit fire.
Being new and so beautiful,
It was going to be interesting for sure. Very eventful.

Anxiously and nervous he looked in the mirror,
no matter what he did, he knew he would be inferior.

The steps leading inside came faster than he ever could remember,
God why couldn't we have had a huge snow storm like it does in December?

He stepped inside and sure enough,
there stood Lila with the boys who thought they were so tough.
He avoided contact hoping not to be seen.
especially from Lila. Lila Varame.

The day went on and not one class did he have with her.
Although sad, at least she wouldn't see all the trouble the cool guys stirred.

Finally at lunch, walking outside,
He found his spot. His spot to hide.
Today seemed different for more guys sat at the cool spot.
Then he saw why. Lila, they swarmed to her like flies do to the rot.

She seemed confused and not liking all the racket,
and then his eyes lit up, as he saw her with his jacket.
No it couldn't be. If only she knew how Cole got treated.
He wouldn't fight, for everyday he went home defeated.

Finding courage he never knew within,
he strolled the cool kids way confident and with a grin.
Lila saw him for the first time that day,
and the smile on her face couldn't be contained.

He stopped as he noticed her smile,
their eyes never leaving each other all the while.
No, no, no, this can't be.
I'm just Cole. Why would she be looking at me.

But she was looking at him and walking all the same,
and then he heard the cool kids laughing saying his name.
It's over he thought, now she will see,
here they come to humiliate me.

A fire started to burn deep inside,
no more he thought not this time.
As they made their way,
he stared in her eyes feeling something. No matter what he was going to stay.

They teased and goofed trying to make him feel alone,
but with Lila looking he stood like a marble stone.

Through all the jokes he stood staring at her.
"I've been looking for you," she said. "Please get me away from them nerds."

For the first time in his life Cole didn't go home and read a book,
he spent it with Lila, and in her hands his she took.

The boy, the nerd, got the most beautiful girl in school,
and deep down she was so kind too.
Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months.
Cole was the new man in school. He was even blunt.

What if I told you that Cole and Lila found what some don't believe.
What if I told you they were soul mates. Is that something you could conceive?
Well in this book Cole found love and not through they eyes of a character in a book.
In the moment of opportunity. The opportunity he took.

He could have kept to his novels and his evening sunsets,
but he saw beauty and he took that chance.
Who would have know their love would have reacted.
who would have known, he'd find love by sharing his jacket.

Some people never get the chance,
to show their is more to them than what you think.
Just take the time open your ears,
or you could miss out on something special....faster than a blink...

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..

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..

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."

The shouting,
the screams,
The fear,
you wanted seen.

Things crashing,
things being thrown,
Tears in my eyes,
What about me was so wrong?

I hated you,
I prayed you'd die,
God cave the mines,
crush his body. I don't think I'd cry

Yet here you came,
with your wicked fist,
Beating us down,
I think your mind would insist.

I guess I went through it,
and became what I am,
No perfect parent,
but teaching my son to be a better man.

I swore I would never be like you,
The screaming, cussing , whipping, all you'd do

I thank God that man is gone,
For I forgive you; and all you done.

The thing that sticks out the most,
is the feeling I got with just a toss.
Throwing a baseball with you
Showed me joy; whoever knew

You had your moments,
when i wanted you around,
When you showed love,
and you mouth made no undermining sound.

You made me who I am,
with all your despise.
and from that experience,
I'm better; My better self did arise..

So young we were
as time flew by.
My cousin, my friend
My companion in sin.

Your smile was contagious
and your laugh brought tears.
You stood out, wherever you went
but just for 18 years.

A taken life, not by God,
but a simple man.
More like murderer at what he did,
cop car, four wheeler,  rockwall slammed.

No justice dealt to a sorry *******
No justice dealt to a so called cop
If I was just another person
I'd put it to his temple...click..clack...pop..

Everyone loved you
because you enjoyed all you'd do
and you helped others' see it
Even after all you went through.

I was there, I saw it all
I saw the bruises the blood
the fear in your eyes
as the wrath came like a flood.

Yet, you loved life
and helped people smile.
Your personal life hell,
your social life style.

I hear that song and remember our talks,
I hear that song and it cuts me like a knife,
I hear Green Day "The time of your Life."
I start to cry as I remember your life.

I miss you cousin, always have, always will.
Do me a favor and find my kids
and take them to the top of a hill.
Just laugh like you did when we played in snow,
I'll open my ears and hope I hear it down here; below

Robert Frost (1874 - 1963)
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.