time stands still....yes
awake at last
much less hurt.


superb splashes of colour
ingenious maker dabs
deep strokes
lightning-fast!


no words needed
silent canvass
awaiting
bold moves
timeless heart.


riding on a wave
yet to be discovered
such delights....


reality tilts in surreal way
no apparitions
hiding
pitch-black night.


atoms split
from unexpected quarters
undeservedly
so, grateful for support.


in your eyes
not yet seen,
layers of
insane aliveness.


sweet and simple sounds
lead to redemptive road
beauty
beginning


affording faith leaps
believing strains of truth
finding forever sought.




:)







S T, 27 April 2013

i sometimes wonder...

at the rhythm of the rain
the fever just beneath the skin

the shimmer of the morning dew
the feeling i get with you

where are unused teardrops stored
why are the lonely so often ignored

do flowers feel love or pain
when they're cut and given away

i wonder...

why love makes the moon so bright
where the day goes when it's chased by the night

why some people feel the need
to sit and watch their lover bleed

if the world stopped how many would want to get off
if the day is over is it forever lost

would you want to bring it back again
but only the parts that you could win

i wonder...

do babies know they fill a need
a mothers heart gladly receives

how two hearts meld into one
when you find the right one to love

could a fish swim the seven seas
how long must you wait for a bended knee

can all in life that you take to the heart
change the outcome of who you are

i wonder...

why i miss love the way i do
why are thoughts unsaid most often true

why does the heart feel a need for change
when there's the slightest bit of rain

could love be given in return
if that love was never earned

if there was no mercy, love, or grace
what would take its place

a few things that i wonder about
i only wish i could figure out
as i sit and wonder...

Would you rather sweep leaves on a windy day?
And read about others’ stories than be with me?

You’d prefer to sit alone than hold me in your arms
You’d prefer to walk away than hold me in your arms?

Than hold me in your arms........

So, do I really fit in here at all?

Do I even quite make the grade in your eyes?

Would you go counting wispy clouds than float away with me

Would you rather sweep leaves than hold me in your arms?

CHORUS:
Please, tell me why......you prefer to sweep leaves on a windy day

Sweep leaves on a windy day
Leaves on a windy day
Leaves on a windy day –ay-ay.....

When you could be..........holding me in your arms!


S T, 27 April 2013

This is the end of the beginning

The beginning of the end

Where it is you look back on

The future in which you stand

Where you also look forward

To where it is you've been

In the end of the beginning

The beginning of the end

This poem was written for you
Since you've found out life is nothing but hard
No need to mention names
I'm sure you know who you are

Where the only feeling you have
Is that brutal slap in the face
That life in all of it's tragedy
Seems to have strategically placed

At it's very best, this poem
Is a shot in the dark
Firing a glimmer of hope
Piercing the hardest of hearts

It will stand up and honestly say
What we find we can't say for ourselves
Picking out of the blue, what it was meant to
Leaving behind everything else

It's meant to clear the over grown path
Straight to the lost lonely heart
Using all of it's poetic means
To lift you up from where you are

Though it may not be in the running
It still is in the race
Giving just the right measure
Of that much needed grace

This poem is for those lost and alone
With no promise to show in hand
Those sitting at the table empty
Giving up on life's demands

It's here to bring about a change
To help you see through your minds eye
This poem was written for you
At just the right time in your life