Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Two simple, but omniscient words,
"You're beauitful",
For desperate love, you deserve.
Halcyon grass in absent wind;
your conscience drifts away.

Alone, you watch the rising tide;
above, it ties you in.

Lost, lost, lost;
as you were, among the reeds...
 Apr 2013 Khrystle Rea
LD Goodwin
Before your story about Adam,
and your tale about Eve.
Before the mountains and the valleys,
long before the deep blue sea.

When there were no seasons,
no sun nor moon above.
I was here before everything,
I Am Eternal Love.

You tried to run and hide from me,
though you'd never seen my face.
So afraid of my glory,
so afraid of my grace.

You worshiped many idols,
you put them high above.
But lasting peace can not be found,
without Eternal Love.

And when you've fought all your battles,
and there's no one left to fight.
When the night becomes day,
and the day becomes night.

When you return to ashes,
and you return to dust,
I am all that will remain,
I am Eternal Love.


*A simple Bluegrass song I wrote many years ago.
Harrogate, TN 2009
 Apr 2013 Khrystle Rea
LD Goodwin
Hard rain's a fallin', chillin' me to my bones.
Heart dark and black as Kentucky coal.
And there's just one sip left, of life's bitter wine

Come up a steep grade, something's on the other side.
All I know is to keep on, all I know to do is ride.
And there's just one sip left, of life's bitter wine

And I've been tryin' to lose me on someone elses highway.
Sneak out the back door, hope to get away
from the chains and the fetters of their misguided world.
Ones that they left me......when Daddy was a boy,
and Momma was a girl.

Woke up a sad day, I was all the way down.
Raked the leaves from my eyes, took a good look around....
at that one sip left,
of life's better wine.

Green lights are burnin', burnin' for me now.
Gonna chew my own troubles with an unwrinkled brow.
and wash it down, down, down,
with life's bitter wine.
Cumberland Gap, TN   2007
Somehow I scrounge through these jumbled words in my notebooks and I piece together this puzzle.
When connected it forms some idea of who I am - my brain... my heart...
it personifies my existence, so to speak.
Although, like all puzzles even when put together as a whole to form a landscape or object,
the cracks from the pieces are still present...
Now, from afar people wouldn't notice these cracks -
these blemishes in the photo,
but like a collage when up close, it becomes more evident -
the imperfections become more radiant or profound...
The glue so to speak for this picture of words - this illustration of life would be -
it is those cracks, those blemishes that make a puzzle - a puzzle... and a person - a person.  
Each individual, as everyone knows, has different life experiences, different scars to form different pieces to make up their own unique puzzle.
One piece may be interpreted through skills or hobbies and another with goals.
Each and every second of a persons' life could ultimately be a piece of a puzzle.
The recognition of becoming great...
                                  and having the fortitude -
     The determination to strive after your hopes and dreams...
           Hopes and dreams
that link your mind and soul to the captioned greatness looming beneath your skin...
                            Illuminating to everyone -
                                                  even illuminating time itself -
Etching your name in the realms of another dimension -
                                                                 A dimension unseen, yet greatly admired and feared....
Filling the spaces between the foundation in which we stand and the ceiling over head...
              Spaces which were once defined as "potential,"  
                                  but are now simply known as....
                                                                                                     common ground...
Do you ever feel as though the reality in which you live is just a  fragment of an imagination from another life...?
                                                                       My feelings drenched in watered-down alcohol...
             Burning my scars and soothing my mind simultaneously...
                                  The muzzle kept firmly, abrasively over my entire body -
     Lending my limbs just a numbness sensation,
                                               Causing the feelings I have to be morphed into an alternate state...
The things I want to be able to say...
                                                            to do...
               Are nothing more than just dreams I see...
                                     A dream in which I guess I no longer should dream for me...
I feel as though my life is entrained towards a constant sunset...
                                         Yet,
                                                      I know at some point in my life there was a sunrise...
     Where I in turn, was a ray of hope for my family and friends...
                                                                                 Blindsided by a hurricane...
                               By a rainstorm that never ceased -
                                              A rainstorm that never even existed at all...
Just clouds...
       Clouds in my mind and in my soul -
                                                          Obstructing my view,
                            Leaving me in the eye of the storm...
                                                             Leaving me a motionless being with no direction,
   Content with my seemingly ever-seeking failure...
I, with every ounce of who I am, need you...
               I need you to complete my sentence, my day and me -
     You are always following my thoughts,
                    Knocking on my every conceived notion to be let in -
                                                               ­                                                                 ­     Please, come in...
                 
I, fiercely want every morsel of you -
                       I want you beneath me, on top of me, in front of me,
But...        more than anything...                
                                         I want you beside me...
               Walking with me through this haze of a life together -
                                                          Figur­ing the world out as one,
                         Living a great adventure and setting the world ablaze...
                                                       ­                  All it will take is one word -
                                                               ­         

                                                               ­            Yes.
A small infinitesimal point,
               Miniscule in stature -
Invisible to the world...
               This fraction of time,
This expression truth...

Monumental in its simplicity,
               Yet, estranged in its existence...
It is the finite place my heart dwells -
               A singularity amongst the abyss,
Patiently waiting to paint the universe.
Dreaming large dreams, and waiting for that star to move me from here to there.
Next page