The Pathway.

Scorched by the heat

Warmed by the sun

Shadows lie blistered away from auld  lang syne,

But I must continue my journey before darkness breaks out
there above the horizons edge.

I start to stumble but am yanked up by a force to be reckoned with

But this is now so untrue

For here I am

Back home just sitting here withering away from this mid day heat.

jo

The Rain.

I am here standing in the rain watching as my valley of heartaches disappear out there among the mountains that stand in silent defiance of all that I am.

And the very voice of the mountain is ignoring me as  here I stand in silent agony as the rain now insists on wiping these tears of mine all away,

But deep down here inside of all stilled wisdom, doves dressed in white petticoats nose dive as to tell me that I am next.

jo.

Yin or yang?
I have not always been both and neither
once, I was yin- dark,
within,
under,
intuitive-
I am now yang,
and every time I think of a color I
think of gold and white,
and my eyes reach towards the heavens
like it's a prize just for me
and I am supposed to be there
I draw wings on my paper
and remember having them-
not sure when.
I do not love myself because I am
special, or worthy,
or because I think I am capable on my own,
but the Father of the whole universe is my own Father,
for He makes me sacred with His presence,
and showers me with love-
how can I help but love myself?
There is God in me!
My very existence, God has given!

Alcohol does not agree with my system-
neither do you

I wish you were with me
The way we liked to be
Today I'm not alone
But then,you were never gone
No matter how much they tried
True love has never died
We are holding our hands so tight
.....our hopes ever so high,
My love do not despair,
You are not alone out there.

I miss your voice,
I miss your caring words,
I miss the melody
Of our favourite songs.
I miss your face,passion and strength ,
But,
What I really,really miss
Is to give you the first kiss.