Feeling there is a creative artistic spark in the air today;
what is that this blank canvas wants from me?
Is it art which you seek?
All of the colors; all of the words awaiting behind the fingertips of me.
Is it self expression, or self revival, perhaps self survival.
There is a creative artistic spark in the air today.
Have faith, watch what the heavens and I create.

From the ashes, black and grey she arised.
Beauty from her pain, she will never be the same.
Shame that no rainstorm could ever wash away.
And to his dismay she smiles,
Torn apart, damaged and frail.
She has broken free, free from his chains.
Now battered and bruised; she has emerged from the ashes.
Like a rose she yearns to be, but a thorn is all we shall see.

As if thirsty for blood, she has chosen wisely he will be her next victim.
With trickery up her sleeve.
She lures him into a safe haven, lures him into her cocoon into her bed.
Passionate love making she gives him all he desires, she has become all that he needs.
And just before he can utter those three words of despise
She destroys him. A necessary lesson of life someone had to teach,
and in her head she is jusitified.
Shame on him for falling for the beauty of a rose, without knowing the truth of what lies within.
He should have known what lies behind every beautiful rose.

From the ashes she has risen; like a rose is her beauty.
Beauty from her pain, she will never be the same.
Shame that no rainstorm could ever wash away.
Like a rose she yearns to be, but a thorn is all we shall see.

Welcome to the evolution of you, it is time to grow.
And as your course unfolds, sweet child of life take your time but don't miss that bus.
As time carries on let go of the dismay that may come your way.
/Leave it where you found it, dust yourself off and then move on.
./ Welcome to the evolution of you.

/What may have broken you down once before
has now under inspection become your strentgh.
Isn't it funny how life works out that way.
And the beauty of it all is that you remain you (justice served).
We are all learning to live and living to learn.  
Life something like a book, turn the page and now wiser with age./
And to live, and to learn. To grow old and now you watch the youth that was once you,
but you see this with a new set of eyes. And wonder Why is youth spent wasted on the unknowing young? / Welcome to the evolution of you.

Now take a seat sweet child of life, make a choice and receive the lesson awaiting for you.
Choose wisely, choose boldly and chose without regret./
Time does fly and knowledge is something well worth the gain.
Sweet child of life take your time but don't miss that bus.

I have been in love a time or two before.
I have tasted the zeal of an agape type love.
Where I love thee with a desire that I may give up my everything if it means to appease you,
anything to make you feel better
but that was in my younger days.

I have loved for all of the wrong reasons.
Whether it be the greed of green, the materialistic need, the supply and the demand.
But superficial foundations never seem to out stand.
I have been so blind and followed the ones who wanted to be my guide.
I have loved a time or two before.
And now as I grow and wisdom is well earned. I realize that what I have to offer is something sacred.


And if I could tell the young girls who share the same capacity of loving
wholeheartedly, loving so openly
I would say but my dear take your time.
Hold on to your heart, don't give it away from the start,
take your time and be smart.
I have loved a time or two before

Sometimes I feel like my dreams are moving farther away from me with each step I take towards them.
And the fears never seem to subside.
pushing them away I step
~~closer to my dreams~~

Upward and on, beyond the realms of reality which contain me.
I think therefore I am. Therefore I will be.
And I step once more
~~closer to my dreams~~

Sometimes it feels like I am silently screaming, and full of doubt that I arouse within me,
sometimes it feels like I can't breathe.
And then I look towards the sky close my eyes and let the heavens lead
as I take a step upward and on and keep moving
~~closer to my dreams~~

Letting go of insecurities, understanding more of what is real, understanding more of what is me.
Praying for enlightenment and seeking a greater purpose,
something deeper, something more and beyond just me.
Searching for something but not sure what it is I need
. And so I strain and I stress, and the weight then moves into my chest.

nothing will ever come I tell myself,
and I hear a voice say "never give up, just take that step".
And I pick up the pieces from the mess I have left and step
~~closer to my dreams~~

Words Poses power.

actions dictate progress,

motivation is a state of mind,

love is necessary and healing takes time.

The image you present to the world is simply the images of yourself that you perceive.

The most beautiful things in life are not for sale.

The days pass by like pages in the the wind.

What will be the next chapter that you have yet to write.

I have been thinking and re-thinking everything that I think you and I could be.

And you know how indecisive I can be. But then you say it's you and I think it's me.

And you are just as complicated as me. So we sit here and stare and keep inside all of our quiet fears.

I must admit you are the first person I have ever met who is so much like me on the inside.

And on the outside appearing so well prepared for the world and whateva awaits there.

But I know we should not  let life's fears interfer. And it's not fair that you hold your past against me.

Like it was I who commited such crimes.

I am so ready to flee and somehow you keep me.