Seashells by the seaside

I wish

2012-01-19T23:50:00.004-05:00

Lets hide under this blanket,
from the mad world at the door.
Lets go in this old closet,
they cant hurt you anymore.
Ill wrap my arms around you,
Ill keep you safe from pain.
I can hold them back,
They wont get to you again.
Ill fight every single battle,
They will never make it near,
Ill take every cut and blow,
to keep them far away from here.
I would, I wish I could,
with all of my heart,
take away your pain,
and give you a fresh start.

Together again

2012-01-19T23:21:00.005-05:00

Connecting again in this life,
like we were never apart.
We found each other finally,
and were re-joined at the heart.
What can sometimes be so hard,
for us comes so easily.
Why did it take me so long?
Why didnt I find you instantly?
Years and lifetimes went by,
each following our own destiny,
then our little stories converged,
and our seperation became history.
Together now, happy and complete,
for the rest of this storyline,
and until in another life we meet.

Gold

2010-11-06T22:12:00.002-04:00

To you, what is the value that I hold?
For me, you are worth more then gold.
You are the sparkle, the glitter,and the light,
in your eyes, do I shine nearly as bright?
Your importance to me ranks above the president,
where am I on your list, do I make a dent?
the hero and captain who can do no wrong,
you are the words, the notes, and the song.
And me, do I have this place in your heart?
Or am I doomed to a minimal part?
your eyes do not seem to reflect my value
I fear everything I am has been lost on you
Your words and actions never speak clearly,
I can only hope you regard me as dearly
But you will forever by my north star
no matter how different we are.
One whos script is directly from the heart
and one who acts out the safer part

One day

2010-10-13T21:56:00.006-04:00

One day, as snow flakes are blowing in the air,
you will have an overwhelming need to be there
A happy place only you and I know
Somewhere you have been destined to go
The road to reach it is not an easy one
it is not quick or without misfortune
You need a sense of daring to travel here
you must have the courage to persevere
We know this place is warm and light
There is no cold, there is no night
Once you reach it you have been enlightened
you can see there was no need to be frightened
One day, as flower petals are blowing in the air,
you will have finally come to meet me there.

WHen you arrive

A quote for thought..

2010-08-26T12:48:00.001-04:00

"Love is. It just is and nothing you can say can make it go away because it is the point of why we are here, it is the highest point and once you are up there, looking down on everyone else, you're there forever. Because if you move, right, you fall. You fall." Lost and Delirious
I love this quote. Its so true, love just is. I think people anaylize love to much. Whats right, wrong, does it fit into their plan, does it fit into their life or perfect vision. They try to control it, try to plan for it, to put expectations on what it should be, who it should be with. And along with inner expectations are the expectations of others; society, friends, family. But one of the greatest things about love is that it is unexpected and unplanned and never perfect. I think people pass up so many great oppurtunitys becuase they feel like love wont fit into their schedule, or that it isnt the way they expected it would be. But love isnt felt in the brain for a reason, its felt with the heart becuase too much thinking drives it away, disguises it as hard work and turmoil. Let it happen, allow it into your life, from any direction that feels right for you, and as the quote says float up above the plans and expectations to a higher place. Because ultimatly, what else is there? Even the most successful people with the perfectly planned out life look at the lovers with envy and what are the lovers looking at? Each other.

Love would be much better

2010-05-16T15:14:00.003-04:00

"Where there is perception, there is deception"

Stuck in our heads, our own preceived notions,
makes going forward seem a backwards motion.
In the same experience two different souls,
find a different reality on which to hold.
Our view comes from years of programming,
it takes away from a mutual understanding.
We can not be free clinging to perception,
instead,transcend and find a deeper connection.
Interact with reality minus our points of view,
And a deeper consciousness awaits us two.
There is the possibility, we have never really been free.

In almost 3 decades I learned I am..

2010-05-15T21:51:00.007-04:00

Insanely optomistic, a rose colored glasses wearer
a romantic, a poet, and a dreamer
a believer that everything in life has a certain beauty
and everyone we meet a special purpose
A maker of decsions emotionally, not a practical thinker
often doing things backwards or clumbsily
always able to laugh at myself and ridiculous situations
always finding myself in ridiculous situations
an explorer, a traveler, an adveturer,
afraid of nothing except the loss of loved ones, oh and bees
A singer in private and not a performer
a lover of beautiful flowing music, esspecially love songs
a protecter of animals and our flailing planet
not a brilliant thinker, or deep philosophiser, but
always excited to learn from people who are the above things
enriched by different cultures and ways of thinking
a believer of life on other planets in other solar systems,
a beleiver that just because we cant see it or touch it doesnt mean its not there
kind of unorganized but not cluttered, more relaxed in clean clear spaces
a fix it myself, dont ask directions, or read directions kinda person
annoyed by the little details and just like to jump in and go
a lover of life, opportunities, and the future
born with the unquenchable desire to try everything possible
most at home in nature, in the forest or by the ocean
too open, too free, too naieve, too trusting
never thinking about consequences or responsibilities
prone to be too sentimental or sensitive, but
always bouncing back quickly and without a grudge
not a baggage carirer or regret collecter
a huge maker of mistakes, and a learner of mistakes
a laugher, a lover, and a silly dancer
a wine and champagne drinker
deliriously happy, so mabye not too smart
a watcher of old movies and reader of Hemingway
someone who loses or leaves things behind more often then not
someone who believes that its all somehow connected
a believer of living life to the fullest, following dreams, and
never judging people on their own paths
someone who wont stay in an unhappy situation despite the risk to change it
excited about what is ahead, excited to learn more...
who are you?

La Tierra

2010-05-15T21:14:00.003-04:00

In an unconscious thought stream,
sadly it was just a dream,
I saw the beauty and,
I felt the simplicity.
The oceans flowing purley,
minus the human foley.
The forests wild and overgrown,
minus the human thrones.
The air clean and clear,
no endangered lists here.
Without our neglect and disrespect,
the earth is, by design, perfect.
What we take we do not return,
impossible to teach those that wont learn.
From one piece of trash to an entire oil slick,
and now the earth is morbidly sick.
You can not patch a billion holes,
or change a trillion careless souls.
We need an epiphany, a new reality,
where the earth gets a new destiny,
one where it is forever healthy.

See you in the next life, when we are both cats

2010-04-26T20:50:00.004-04:00

Maybe your one of a kind,
Maybe your common as a dime.
But I can see it in your eyes,
you'd be my perfect size.
And If we had the chance
to take that first dance
would you step on my feet
or make me feel complete
How many chances do we get?
How often can we win the bet,
before we run out of cards?
Before we lose the whole pot?
Maybe its you or maybe its not,
Our future is one hazy summertime,
possibly some adventure and good wine.
Forever doesnt seem meant to be
our paths are diverging seperatly
but not for eternity..

An essay in regards to being alive

2010-03-05T22:13:00.003-05:00

We are not dying, we are living. The second death enters our mind is the second that we start to die. Death and life go hand in hand but you can not have one if you have the other. True, if you are living then you eventually must die but you can not live if you are already dead. If you are already in your coffin, or in ashes out at sea, then you cant live. In thinking about death, we are not living. What if we didnt know about death? Think how free we would be... Anything we wanted to do, we would do it. Of course there would still be pain, and social consequence, but the ultimate consequence would be gone! I've heard the saying live as if you will die tomorrow but I think we should live as if we will never die! Live as if there are not limits, no deadlines, no way to miss an opportunity, no regrets, no should haves. Because there is nothing to stop us.
Apply it now to love. What if we loved as if we could not be rejected? If there was no such thing as embarrasment or heartbreak think how free we would be! We could speak of love as soon as we felt it! We wouldnt waste any time with what-ifs and maybes. There would be no shame in loving, no complications, no need to lie or decieve. Most importantly, there would be no fear. The same as you can not have life and death you can not have love and fear. If we have fear we can not have pure love. We can not love people who are different if we fear them, we can not love what we dont understand when we are afraid. If we have war and hate then we have fear and there is no love. If we have peace and unitiy we have love and there is no fear.
To live as if there were no death and to love as if there were no fear, this is being alive.

Unconditional friendship

2009-12-14T15:33:00.004-05:00

Like the shark that never stops swimming,
like a charity that never stops giving,
permanent as sand on the ocean floor,
as fierce as a jungle lions roar,
count on my love to be unconditonally there
for you it is more common then it is rare.
Its not a passing ship in the night
or an occasional beacon of light
Steady as the burning sun at mid day
I dont even have to try, it just stays that way
It doesnt need attending like a garden flower
It doesnt require a lot of thought or man power
Nothing can be done to undo it
Nothing can cause harm to it
Like lights decorating a christmas tree
like a bright school of fish in the sea
all you add to my life is beauty

Cheers

2009-12-11T01:29:00.004-05:00

Dance through life with me
take my hand and glide blissfully
across an everchanging floor
Laugh through the days with me
take a problem and set it free
with a joke and smile
Explore through the years with me
every inch of earth we've yet to see
we'll view together
Dream through the nights with me
all our dreams were meant to be
for we have found each other

Lost eternally

2009-12-11T00:58:00.003-05:00

Quickly through woods, there is freshly fallen snow
and sky clustered with stars fighting for space
and a breath that forms clouds in front of a face
Ears that burn from the biting cold
frozen teeth, red cheeks, and icy lashes
pushing forward with visions of a fire
heart brimming with unexplainable desire
what is this thirst, why so unclenchable
driving a body forward into the night
driving a mind towards an endless plight
boots sinking in mounds of frozen fluff
Eyes searching for the right direction
but the woods are large and the night is dark
that faroff fire is fading without a spark
What remains is a soul lost in the woods
eternally

You dont realize

2009-09-30T21:54:00.004-04:00

What your so easily letting go
someone else may quickly take
They realize what you dont know
you have the real thing, its not a fake

One day you'll look around
something will feel out of place
the prize someone else found
is the new emptyness you must face

Hold on tightly my dear
others are eager to be whole
this thing that you have here
should not so quickly be sold

A letter I wrote myself a few years ago

2009-09-26T11:33:00.001-04:00

Dear Me at 80,Happy Birthday! 80, wow, I am so scared of that age. It seems so old, so much an ending. I feel like at eighty you should have everything all figured out. What was the meaning of your life, what was your path, what happens next time. Who was your great love? Actually, when I was younger, I thought by thirty things would be in good order, and very clear. But I am twenty four. Nothing is in order. Actually its the opposite. I cant see things being quite so drastically different in just six years.
So, me at eighty, how are things? I hope you have traveled. Thats what I hope for the most. I hope you have seen almost everyhting you wanted to, all the coasts, New Zealand, South Africa, and the Amazon. Buddhist temples, Surfing Meccas. The tragic, as well as the euphoric. I am worried I will put everything off, and just never go. I hope you wrote about everything, even if you werent paid to do so. Even if you never became a travel writer, renound novelist, or treasured poet I hope you wrote always.
When you look in the mirror Kristin, what is in your eyes? Is there joy? Have you seen so many wonderous things that they are bright, and are filled with all the beauty your soul has soaked up? Do they reflect the blue of the oceans from your travels? Do they hold quantities of knowing from numerous experiences, or chapters from books read through the years. I want that for you, more then anything else. Is there a touch of sadness from a lost love, a few specks of rain from the days that things seemed an endless struggle? I know it means you have lived. If you have joy as well as sadness I know you have lived completly. You have not held back.
What about your heart, is there love? How many people live there? I hope it is so full that the love is enough to last lifetimes. I hope your heart has opened to meet and love many, many people along the way. And that you did not stop loving one when another entered your path to walk a while with you. Is there a piece of each of them, even those the hardest to love? Does your heart not belong to just you, or one other, or many, but to the universe? I hope you never hardened, I hope even in the face of destitude and misery your heart remained as soft, open, and welcoming as it was at the start, before you knew any better.
Can you hear your soul? Is there peace? Did you follow the path you came here to follow? I hope you never let anyone hold you back. I struggle with that now, I need to listen to my soul more, and others wishes less. Were you able to find a healthy balence? Have you been just to yourself? There will be Karma there, to be worked out in the next life, both good and bad. Unless you are on your last stretch and so your soul is pure. But knowing you, I think you have a few more rounds to go. Have you fed your soul when it was hungry, for travel, for love, for knowledge, for the ocean? I hope you are at peace with your path, I am so worried you have regrets. I wonder, what was the lesson for this life? Or were there many?
Here at 24, things are confusing. I can only hope that when I am your age I am able to look back and see what it was all for. Why I met the people I met, what fate had instore for me. I hope I feel I always chose the path of love, that I have learned from my mistakes, that I stayed true to myself. But overall, I hope it is a life I can be proud of.

No love story please

2009-08-09T02:11:00.003-04:00

This is not a love story,
it is a case of mistaken identity.
There is no hard won glory,
it is simply a lack of serendipity.
Dont take it the wrong way,
my heart is not the right one.
Dont listen to what it has to say,
let yourself turn and run.
This is an open and shut case,
we dont need to discuss
For me now your just another face
amongst the daily rush.
Go ahead, Ignore your desire,
Go ahead, Ignore your soul,
so simple to just sqelch that fire
who needs to feel whole?
Now I have said it for you,
you never have to worry.
How can I be blue,
This is not a love story.

For you

2009-05-12T21:22:00.005-04:00

Your brilliant sunset hides,
amongst dull cloudy skies.
But I can see its beauty,
reaching to eternity.
Your red garden flowers,
have been lacking showers.
But I'll summon the rain,
and they'll bloom again.
Your fruit tree stands tall,
against an old structured wall.
But Ill tear down each stone,
you can stand on your own.
Let your fire chase the dark,
Let the embers give a spark,
My love, do not fear this night,
everything will be alright.

House of hearts

2009-05-12T17:01:00.002-04:00

Standing in line at the house of hearts,
Thinking I needed a tune up or some new parts.
Was even considering trading mine,
for a brand new one, top of the line.
The line was the longest it had ever been,
I couldnt even see the door to get in.
People had sleeping bags and were camping out,
in the hopes of having thier sadness squeezed out.
Trading crushed hopes for brand new dreams,
or getting expansions for a heart ripping at the seams.
Behind me the line grew in leaps,
with everyones baggage in enormous heaps.
Arguing over whose damage is more severe,
who should skip to the front and who should stay here.
I began to imagine all the great things I'd do,
when all the aching is gone and my heartbeat is new.
Then it occured to me how absurd we are,
in line awaiting a heart without a scar.
Afraid to love until our hearts have been repaired,
and love will have passed right by us standing there.

Buzz off

2009-05-12T15:14:00.001-04:00

The black spot on blue cloth
gave your posistion away.
I knew you were a fly,
I knew you didnt belong.
The second I reached for the towel,
you were long gone.
Always a step ahead of me.
I swing the fly swatter,
you zip away gracefully.
A buzz or two around my head,
you tese me,
you taunt me,
cause your not dead.
I pretend to be busy
as I wait for you to land,
hopeing to trick you
into deaths hand.
I am bigger, I should win,
but you are to quick for me.
Its you, devious black fly,
with all the victory.
I give up and,
I quickly forget you.
Until the next day,
I see black spot on blue

Promises

2009-05-12T00:35:00.001-04:00

Born with promises,
whispered before your birth.
sealed with invisible contracts,
when you were just a piece of earth.
The sun will rise, just as it will set,
The desert will be dry, the ocean wet.
The moon will shine when the day is done,
the Earth will continually circle the sun.
All these promises were sealed,
before your fate was unvieled.
Oceans may seperate you,
but skies will connect you.
Promises of seasons,
promises of growth.
Never without reasons,
the universe keeps its oath

Goldfishy

2009-05-12T00:31:00.000-04:00

When we sunned in the grass
by the easy breezy river side,
you told me you loved me
but dear goldfishy you lied.
The only thing you love,
the only light in your eyes,
is the easy breezy river,
which we laid beside.

On the Bermuda triangle

2009-05-12T00:13:00.001-04:00

Out on a ship, riding in a plane,
people disapear never seen again.
Sucked up into a vortex of mystery,
this famous hole has gone down in history.
Nickenamed the devils triangle most appropriatly,
those who dare go there remain indefinetly.
Some believe its under alien control,
others believe its a time traveling portal.
The triangle is impossible to leave,
Try it out if you dont believe.
Like some of the situations in life,
no matter how much they are filled with strife ,
to be stuck in them with no way out ,
is exactly what the bermuda triangle is about.
So watch out for life vortex's of misery,
and dont repeat Bermuda triangle histroy.

Cette Nuit

2009-05-12T00:08:00.001-04:00

One night, crisp and clear,
you whispered nothings into my ear.
You kissed my lips very softly,
then engaged in talking romanticaly.
On the rooftop, like in a song,
we lingered, oh, not too long.
But long enough to be free,
in a time we werent meant to be.
A memory of mine that I hold close,
for when Ill need it the most.
Of a loving embrace,
of the love on your face,
and us dancing in the lift.
The memory of the night is a gift.

Cowprint counterfits

2009-05-11T23:58:00.001-04:00

I passed a girl the other day,
A girl in a cow print coat.
In her eyes was a familar glow,
I reckognized them, but she hurried by.
I tried to follow her as she turned the corner.
but I lost her in a crowd,
a crowd of cowprint coats.
As far as the eye could roam
it was a cowprint sea.
I cried out her name, they all turned.
All thier faces held the eyes,
the eyes of the girl with the cow print coat.
And Oh! Their smiles, their noses, thier stance,
they had copied the girl.
There were now a million cow print coat conterfits.
However, I am clever, and could not be tricked.
As much as they had mastered,
as perfectly as they had pretended,
I was able to pick out the real girl.
The real girl with the cowprint coat.
I saw her run, and I chased after.
Sadly, she was too quick for me.
But in her haste, she shed her cowprint coat.
Now all I have of my vision,
is an empty coat, to match my empty heart.

Dreams of times past

2009-05-11T23:49:00.000-04:00

A memory of golden light,
crosses my eyes in slumber.
I dream of winged birds in flight,
across a sunset sky in summer.
My memory fades to shadows,
if I cross over from dreamland.
Your hiding in my dream I know,
I felt the warmth of your hand.
A memory of yellow warmth
covers my skin in slumber.
I dream of warmth by the hearth,
on a snowy day in the dead of winter.
In a state of sleep the colors dance,
for the pleasure of my minds eye.
I can live forever in this trance,
as long as I dont dare challange the lie.
A memory of flying and laughter,
teases my soul in slumber.
A dream of times we were together,
in a place neither of us remember.
Wake me never from this desire,
as the sun rises for a new day.
Let me burn in this passionete fire,
this is where I want to play.

Rendezvous

2009-05-11T23:43:00.000-04:00

If we met on the sun,
we would burn our feet.
But can you think of anyplace,
that would be more discreet?

Love bugs

2009-05-11T23:39:00.000-04:00

Even bugs have love,
my little horny bee.
Birds sing to each other,
from timber tree to tree.
Even rugs have love,
my little lonely mat.
Down in the hot subways,
a rat seduces a rat.
Even flowers cry,
my little sad rose.
The desert sun dries tears,
on a cacktus nose.
In the universe everything has love,
in the universe evereything has pain,
Remember this my little soul,
when you feel alone again.

Defining the definition

2009-05-11T23:31:00.000-04:00

How do you define love?
Unrequited, heart wrentching?
Passionate and thirst quenching?
A gift from the vast universe?
Finding the one for whom you've searched?
Aching, crushing, needing?
outpouring, giving, heart bleeding?
The one who detroyed me,
the one who completes me.
The one who wont leave me,
the one who left me.
The one who never loved me,
the one who loves only me.
Love can be poison,
Love can be prison,
with another it can be a vision.
It can be the great golden key,
that will set your heart free.
With you it was encompassing,
I bloomed as a flower in spring,
I wilted as a tree in winters cold,
I died in my sleep like the old.
We danced, laughed and cheered,
yelled, cried, and jeered.
Our defintion is unique,
when love are the words we speak.

Fall In Virginia

2009-05-11T23:20:00.000-04:00

Little woodchips scattered as driveway,
bring me home from the dreary highway.
Breezy trees, tall grass, fresh air,
chase my worries and relieve my cares.
Crisp fire smoke swirls up my nose,
while leaves hustle dance as the wind blows.
An October sky fills the windshield view,
oranges and reds scattered over blue.
Stillness settles into these city bones again,
No room for stress in this place of Zen.
Loud chirping chirpers fill nature starved ears,
Happy crunching, rustling, and kissing deer.
No shoes, no shirt required,
To take a squat and be inspired.
Here in my Mecca my arms find a tree,
This is the place a soul is free.

One for all, all for love

2009-05-11T23:07:00.000-04:00

A heart is vast and large as infinity.
Impossible to fill, impossible to empty.
Composed of memories like old photogtaphs,
of times we loved, hoped, cried, and laughed.
Imprinted with the faces of those we hold dear ,
and their words to us when they are not near.
Flowing with dreams from when we were younger,
Kind advice of a friend, passionate wishes of a lover.
The open heart is capable of unimaginable things,
dream of the joy, completness, and peace it brings.
The more of this world you fill it with the bigger it grows,
The more people it loves the more love it knows.

Morning tryst

2009-05-11T23:00:00.000-04:00

Early in the morning,
we run side by side.
Early in the morning,
fast through the countryside.
The grass is wet beneath our feet,
running from the spot we secretly meet.
The sun is rising slowly over the hill,
escaping hand in hand is such a thrill.
Early in the morning,
we pass through the wood.
I would freeze this moment if I could.
Everyone is sleeping warm inside,
as we reach the place we come to hide.
Early in the morning,
we tumble to the ground.
Early morning loving in the oasis we found.

Serenity

2009-05-11T22:46:00.000-04:00

Out in the garden under a shady tree,
the girl sat on the ground with her earl grey tea.
She gazed at the flowerbeds and beyond that the sea.
With waves crashing feriously upon the rocks,
and seagulls coming to rest in large flocks,
happily talking that funny bird talk.
Past them a sky painted in breathtaking hues,
a sunset in passion pink, fire orange, and wilting blues.
The flowers, the seagulls, and the girl all enjoy the view.
Together for this moment in the world of seperates,
from the beauty of nature they could all benefit.
The girl the shade, and the flowers the sun,
the birds the rocks, the waves flow into one.
The sky to cover and complete the scene,
The girl sips her tea and feels quite serene.

Make believe

2009-05-11T18:02:00.000-04:00

I can conjure you at anytime,
and bring your face to my mind.
Eyes light brown with flecks of salvation,
I'm starved then I see you,
and you end my starvation.
I can feel your arms as they encirlce me.
I reach out for your heat, for your electricity.
Im found again with you here,
Im never lost when your near.
If I listen close I can hear your voice.
With octaves of love, my ears rejoice.
I need a vision, the sight of you
sometimes just to make it through.
Why must I conjure this every night,
to bask in the rays of your light?
Becuase my love you are far away,
and I cannot wait another day.

Tree Love Story

2009-05-11T17:50:00.000-04:00

We are two trees,
you and me,
growing in a forest.
Our roots they meet,
beneath human feet,
forever intertwined.
Your leaves in Fall,
are prettiest of all,
the other trees around us.
Im seduced by the charm,
of snow covering your arms,
in a glistening white blanket.
Slowly as green begins to show,
I watch in awe as your flowers grow,
in pinks, whites, and purples.
Another year is done,
and bathed in warm summer sun,
we celebrate our birthday.
In this forest for a hundred years,
I have gazed at you my dear,
and forever I will love you.

Your (in my thoughts)

2009-05-11T17:48:00.001-04:00

On the bus,
In the city,
In New York,
In the East,
Of the United States,
On the continent,
Of North America,
In the Northern heminshphere,
On the earth,
In the Solar System,
In Space,
In the Universe,
I thought of you.

Perspectives

2009-05-11T17:27:00.001-04:00

To watch the sunset,
each ray reflecting hope,
It comforts me to know that,
tommorrow it will be the same.
And in the sunsrise,
dreams are born beautiful,
and if you missed it,
tommorrow they will be again.

To stand in a desert,
each grain part of a bigger reality,
in this crowded world, so too are we.
And in the golden waves of sand,
an endless pattern of nonsense.
funny to think, so too is life.

A mountain in his youth,
has his head in the clouds.
Eventually he will grow and spread.
As an older mountain,
he is filled with the knowledge,
that when his head was in the clouds,
the beauty of the valley had been hidden.

To be at the edge of a shore,
a tiny speck against a blue giant,
It is not just this life that counts,
There is a larger purpose.
The waves they crash against the shore,
then recede back to the whole,
life is our shore,
the universe our whole.

To feel love,
in every breath of life.
without this love we are incomplete.
This love allows for the soul to see,
with love we create;
sun, mountain, desert, and sea
without the love these cease to be

This much is true

2009-05-11T16:41:00.000-04:00

When words cannot be expressed,
and wounds are not easily dressed.
When all the pain beneath your breast,
with happiness cannot be addressed.
When faith flew off into the sky,
and all your dreams beg to die.
As sun turns to rain before your eyes,
and nothing can bring that spirit to rise.
These are the days and the time,
when life is as sweet as red wine.
For in this moment (although its hard to taste),
You realize life is not to waste.
Open your heart to this day,
chose to live another way.

Wasting Time

2009-05-11T16:32:00.000-04:00

Under moon and stars,
being this way we are,
time is flying by,
and we havent noticed the sky.
Under moon and stars,
peace has traveled afar,
we only notice the pain,
as we're taking the night in vain.
We use the darkness to cover tears,
an easy place to hide all fears.
Under moon and stars,
there is no joy in this way we are.
We turn our backs on the night,
we love not the moons soft light,
and ignore the stars shining bright.
Where Im am and where u are too,
night is lost and untrue.
Under moon and stars,
I hate the way we are.
Time is passing by,
we still have yet to see the sky.
And the moon will run away,
soon it will be day.
The eternal sun will blind,
and be there always to remind:
we wasted the night,
when the stars were most bright.

None Will, The Way You

2009-05-11T16:30:00.001-04:00

Lovers in my life will be many,
though thier time with me willl vary.
I know I will have plenty,
and eventually one Ill marry.
But none will fill me,
none will capture my soul.
The way you capture me,
The way you make me whole.
Happiness in my life will be plenty,
though laughter will always diminish.
I know joyous times will be many,
and leave me with nothing to wish.
But none will make me smile,
none will ease my pain.
The way you do after just a while,
the way you make me sane.
Missing you in my life is inevitable,
thougth I know Ill always wait.
My life should not be lost,
and I can not predict our fate.
None will keep my heart,
none will complete this girl.
The way you fit the part,
The way you are my world.

This way!

2009-05-11T16:12:00.000-04:00

The heart of the optomist,
is full of hopeful predictions.
The heart of the optomist,
never understands lifes restrictions.
The life of a dreamer,
is full of hope and sunshine.
The life of a dreamer,
doesnt stay within the lines.
The soul of a wanderer,
is full of lust for places unseen.
The soul of a wanderer,
is sure the other side is more green.
The mind of a creative,
is full of grand ideas and theory.
The mind of a creative,
is changing all in life thats dreary.
Those with this heart, mind, and soul,
those with this life.
Dont leave it all behind,
to fit inside the whole.