You no longer speak,
You tell.
You no longer hold,
You push.
You no longer stay,
You leave.
You no longer are for me,
Run…
I no longer laugh,
I cry.
I no longer dream,
I’ve died.
I no longer feel,
I’m numb.
I no longer walk,
I Run.
“My Quiet Place”
I sit here in my quiet place
Listening to the sounds of silence
They sound like waves crashing upon a sandy a shore
They sound like a thunder’s deep roar.
I sit here in my quiet place
Where my thoughts can come to words
My mind is completely swollen
With nothing more than my pleasant thoughts.
I sit here in my quiet place
Dreaming of what could be
Thinking of all the possibilities of this
This wild ride that is called “my life”.
I sit here in my quiet place
It’s a place I can only call mine
My place to be quite often
When I need my time to be alone.
I’m sure you have a quiet place
A place you feel so safe
A place you can be serene
A place you hold close to your heart.
Love this place with all that you have
Enjoy the relief it gives
Go to this quiet place quite often
And feel the calmness as often as you can.
“Dreams”
I am the one who dreams the impossible
I am the one who forgives the unforgivable
I am the one who believes in a probable cause
I am the one who makes her life mean something more.
I look at life from the eyes of no regrets
I look at the meaning behind every story
I look at strangers with love and acknowledgment
I look at one’s shoes and wonder if my feet will fit.
I dream of a place where every being can survive as this
I dream of more possibilities than others may believe in
I dream of the truth and the reasons behind it
I dream of a much more beautiful reality.
I will never cease dreaming.
“Another One Bites The Dust”
Another one bites the dust
One which I cannot take back
It creeps its way into me like the night
It keeps me from missing daylight.
Another one bites the dust
From dusk till dawn like a viscous cycle
A never-ending battle against time
With which some would call a crime.
Another one bites the dust
It seals my fate of sleep deprivation
To dream such beautiful dreams once again
Would be this so-called spy’s true end.
Another one bites the dust
Another night in which I am wide awake
Another episode of this, I cannot trust
Another episode bites the dust.
“Innocence”
Silence is deadly
When words to be spoken
Are held back
Like guilty innocence.
Dreams of memories
Are all she holds on to
Words not to be spoken
Are heard with clarity.
She picks up her guitar
To say, to speak, to sing
Strumming with movement
Her body sways with the wind.
Beauty and lust
Glowing off her smooth skin,
Her eyes meet his
She is dreaming again.
“Thief of Worry”
“THIEF OF WORRY”
You wouldn’t knowingly let a thief into your home, inviting him to steal whatever he wanted out of your house, would you? There is no reason why you would do that. And yet, most of us do that very thing every single day – the thief is called “WORRY.” Worry robs us of living in the present moment; it robs us of remembering the gifts that we have in our lives and the abilities we have been given to deal with adversities. Most of all, it robs us of trust and faith in ourselves and loved ones who are always present, always here to help. It is time NOW to stop allowing the thief of happiness to enter your life.
“The Clock Watcher” (A Repost of my own)
As I sit here watching the clock,
Time seems like it’s moving too slow,
All that’s left to do is dream about,
Is how I could have so much more.
Life is only fair when you make it that way,
Until another day passes and you’ve turned your head away,
I feel my life is just moving so slow,
If I don’t start to run I may never know.
And it’s over now,
I must move on somehow,
No looking back,
To the place I left behind.
So I still sit watching the clock,
But the time means nothing to me,
All that’s left to do is live my dream,
Just the way it was supposed to be.
