I followed your footprints in the snow
thinking your path was the way to go
I realized that this was part of your master plan
Lead me... then use me... just because you can
I know the ground will at some point fall beneath me
but maybe then my journey will be clearer to see
I look up to the stars to guide and show me any sign
It is then I receive my answer it is your heart or mine
Your footprints start to fade and then they disappear
I now make my own path and have nothing to fear
The journey once together now over so we go our separate ways
I followed you till I saw my choice....live or die this day!!

maybe one day our paths will cross again

The loss we have seen lately
of great artist is unbearable.
So many artist have passed on.

One thing that helps me through
is thinking of what they have left us.

The musicians leave behind their
great music to listen to and enjoy.
Other artist leave behind their
great movies, paintings, or even words.

No one ever wants to be forgotten
Hopefully they never will be
With these traces they left behind.

We too will hopefully never be forgotten
With our words
Remaining here
Part of our traces left behind...

I feel it on the tip of my tongue
I feel almost giddy
It's like a secret that I just remembered
I want to get the wording just right
but it's too fuzzy to get the full details
So I try to focus on what I can
I try and write what I see
What I feel
What I hear or taste
I close my eyes
Lean my head back
Then the paddles hit me and bring me out of my dream state
The thoughts vanish in thin air
and I just know I was on the verge of something magic
It could have been a good one
Maybe in those few moments before waking from a dream
I can figure out what I want to say....

It sure is dark in here...
I look up and all I see is rock all around
My **** is killing me from sitting on this hard place on the ground

I sure am stuck as you can see
wonder when this rock and hard place will set me free?

Heaven has blessed me
Looking into those blue eyes
Is the ultimate prize

The Color of my world keeps changing
Reminds me of a kaleidoscope
One twist and the same pieces
are rearranged to create a different shape
a different color and different picture

Its like the kaleidoscope is my world
and I have mixed the paints to change
the pallet I call my heart.

Sometimes it has spun to color my world
red with dread

Other times it may be spun to color my world
happy with khaki

But regardless of what color has spun
My world will always keep changing  
I just try and go with the flow
Go where the wind takes me

Can't take back what
Has already been
Detestably spewed out

She hums to herself because she is an
unrivaled botcher of lyrics. Her yellow
butter hair swings buoyantly to her tune.
She smells of bubble gum and does not have
a care in the world. She likes to make up her
own words and her own set of rules. This girl
that thinks she has an answer for everything.

If you don’t want to really know
Then do not ask Granny
She will tell every little ailment
Every little story about what is
going on in her life. I used to be
embarrassed or irritated by it
But hey I was young and dumb.
Now I appreciate her honesty
She earned that right of telling
These stories and telling of what
ails her. She was an awesome mother
and grandmother who always gave
of herself to everyone.
I mean seriously...we are asking
How you doing? So why can’t she
really answer. I wish more people
were like this to tell you the truth.
Do not ask if you really
do not want to know.
I wish I could still ask her
How you doing Granny?
I would sit and listen for
hours if I needed to
I miss you Granny <3

Please sleep come to me tonight
Make my thoughts still
So maybe then I won't feel
Did I ask for too much? I think not
but nothing was exactly what I got
For he has taken my very heart
Stomped it and shred apart
This thing we call love
Feels more like a vicious cycle of pain
We love....We Hurt....We Forgive
Then it begins again

There is a continuity of life and death...there is no true end. The best way to describe it is as a circle. We may die in the physical sense but our love and memories move on with the people left behind. My mom may not be with me in the every day sort of life but she is in everything beautiful that surrounds me..everything that I love she is a part of and therefore a part of me that I carry always <3

Let us give thanks for health and food, for family and friends and for us poets let us remember to always be grateful for paper and pen <3

You are my one true confidant
and keep my secrets well
When touched by my salty diamonds
you never do tell


You swallow up the dark
and fill me with strength anew
Does not matter how much
dark blows through

Just throw it out
and it goes away with the tide
All can be healed
when you have the sea at your side

Breathe you all in
Can't help myself
Get ****** in :)

It feels so good to get rid of the unused things
and the clothes that are never worn
Cleaning out the cobwebs and the unused
junk has been therapeutic to say the least
So therapeutic I just cannot seem to stop myself
I have been clearing out people in my life too
The ones who are doing me no good to keep around
The users and abusers got to go
As well with the ones who bring me nothing but negativity

The stranger is no longer there
but now familiar brown eyes and soul to bare
He came back home a new man for me
So glad the stranger I no longer see

Now he doesn't want to take me down
but let's me be the queen I am and wear my crown

Now he brings light love and hope
and no longer uses alcohol to cope

No longer the liar I use to know
No longer the stranger with fear and woe

So glad the stranger is gone
now my husband is back with me at home
No longer is he a stranger to me
So glad the stranger I no longer see

I waited so patiently for years
Could drown in all the sorrows and tears
Used to flush out my poor heart
But still I waited...
Like a wife that sends her husband off to war
because I knew you were fighting off demons
Things that I could not see
It's not like the darkness ever evaded me
You never returned from that war
I was left to fend off my darkness alone
Shouldering life tragedies on my own
But even then I waited...
Even though some days
There wasn't even any hope
And yet I still waited...
I waited though totally exhausted
I began to chafe at all the waiting;
Patiently,
I sent out my light once again
Like only a lighthouse does
To help you find your way back
Amongst all the turmoil and shadow
All these things I then came to know
Your love could be reawakened to grow
and where I had waited so patiently
You and that love did return to me
and my patience was finally set free