Her eyes showed me a way,
Her unique smile let my tears go away,
Her Beautiful face made me to say,
Is this Love, or what???
Started to have feeling of love,
Started to behave nicely and different,
Started to smile when there was no reason to smile,
Still, Is this Love, or what??
Tried to approach her, but felt belittled, lowly, shy,
Tried to ask her for date, but felt afraid, scared, shocked,
Tried to express my love, felt would be rejected, hurt, unheard,
Well still, Is this love, or what?
I can fix anything, why not this thing,
I can talk to any girl, why not this girl,
I can really convince anyone, why not this one,
Came before many girl, why not this girl.
Do please not tell me its just nothing,
Do tell me how to do something about this thing...Love,
Do tell me anything about this thing…Love,
Will there be rejection or appreciation??????????
Her name is Cami
She is always there
I don’t see her much
I wish to see her more.
She is my best friend
I have know her for 11 years
I am 13 now
She is 12
I will never forget her
She will never forget me
I see her once a week now
We go to youth group together
We used to see each other
Once every two or three months.
I am happy my wish came true
I see her so much more than before
I am happy I get to see her tons now
She is my best friend.
I wish I was more like her
More free willed and fun
More excited and relaxing
Just like her.
I want to be her twin.
I know she will never leave
My side when I need her
And she know when she needs
Me I will be there
She knows that when one of us
Needs the other that we need to
It is such great unity
That appears amongst the beauty
Of the bright light display?
Such colour, such energy within celebration,
Such a vivid canvas of man-made creation
That sparks with flair and passion;
To fall into the fog
Like all dying illusions.
Yet it is what it does for us:
Where we are drawn from our furnishings
That we clean in intervals,
Closing outside to a regular schedule,
Remaining well lit and sheltered
Resting our minds so dimly upon the
Soft and empty cushions
And hugging at the blind comfort
We are drawn from this facade
By another in itself.
Which brings us out like a beacon
Part Devil, half Eden
To then fade away
Like all illusions,
Leaving us quiet,
Revealing deepened images.
Exposed to chill
Peace climbs through our bones.
Let us stand together,
The great power that connects us;
The great unity
Amongst such beauty.
Till we once more return home…
You are simply a work of art.
I’ve known it from the very start,
But you won’t find me hittin’ on ya.
For I’m just an old guy
With a twinkle in his eye;
Happy just to gaze upon ya.
My old heart quickens it pace
Each time I see your pretty face,
A face that every man should see.
Sometimes, just for a while,
Each time I see you smile,
I imagine it's just for me.
And, when I hear your voice,
For just a moment, I rejoice.
Yes, it’s music to these old ears.
But more than a work of art,
You’re warm and funny and smart.
Simply a beautiful person, my dear.
Though with you I’m quite smitten,
My words are respectfully written;
And every word is true.
But, if I weren’t so old,
If I were better looking and a little bold,
I would simply say, “I love you.”
Someone to hold me
Somebody to share their life with me...
Cry with me, laugh with me, love me and cherish me...
I want to soul-mate to share life's journey with me...
Through the good times and bad...
So make him strong as an Ox & smart as a Fox...
That the man for me...
In the small town of Campbell Missouri,
A young girl with lovely brown locks
Sits, having been told she might never walk again
As all aknowledge this belief in town,
A fear swept around,
And many children were kept down
But in the spirit of this child,
Desire to walk snuck over her fears
Perhaps she wished to surprise-
Perhaps she could not stand
The judgmental eyes-but all the same,
She picked herself up, smiled,
And sauntered around the room
Happiness pervaded the house
As the family friend, delighted,
Sang merrily the song,
“Have You Ever Seen a Dream Walking?”
Today, at California Mission Inn,
The same girl, now a woman
Walks her glorious walk
With confidence and grace
She is 91 years old and strong
Her eyes lighting up as she recalls
She hums the dreamy tune
As I jot down miracles
Dee’s father bought a fancy, family sled
to her amusement and joy
He shocked the town pulling this sled around
With his good, shiny Model T Ford
Memories run through Dee’s mind
At the family hardware store,
she would climb the latter up to the loft
and sit inside the sled stored there,
reflecting on cool-warmed times-
a father’s smile…a heart sublime
-For my Grandma Dee
May 30, 2014
From a happy childhood, safe and loved,
I’ve come a long, long way.
But I recall those toothsome times
with sunshine all the day.
The woes and troubles of the world,
were kept from my young ears.
Ogres were only in story books
and were no cause for fears.
Young children snatched from out our yards
and spirited away.
The freedom that I had in youth
cannot be theirs today.
This lovely world God gave us has
been almost destroyed by war.
It truly seems a grievous sin
to be happy anymore.
When there is hunger everywhere
and illness, sadness, tears,
even a beloved home is not
a refuge from our fears.
It’s been ten years September Eleven,
since complete madness began.
Our safe world is gone forever
caused by savagery of man.
My Dear Friend,
If, even just for one day I could take all your pain and worry away I would. So I could see you relaxed and happy once more.
If I could change the past events, make them better, I would.
If I could go back in time to when we were small, sitting on the floor playing with our Bratz dolls, I would.
If I could help you, instead of making it worse…I would.
If I could change everything, make everything right; would you want me to?
If everything you know was back to the way it should be would you want to do it?
If it was just for a day would you still take that one day, knowing that the next day you’d wake from the dream of perfection to the harsh cruelty of reality?
If I could do this for you,
If I could make it all better,
If there was something I could do…
If all was possible, would you want it?
If I could change the pain to happiness would you want me to?
If I could find a way to help, I would. I miss those times we used to spend together, playing with the hermit crabs and telling stupid jokes.
If I could go back to then, I would. If I could go back to when we’d run out to the ocean and jump into the waves, pretend the seaweed was evil and was going to kill us, I would.
If I could comfort you
If I could be there for you
If I could have stopped this from happening
If I could do more
If I could, I would do it all… And I would freeze time so you could be happy forever.
*Dedicated to Laura Breidenthal*
I will sing the song of the average man
Who was born a child-not a babe
Who grew up in an ordinary house?
Made of bricks without ivy cascades
He went to an ordinary school like the rest
Hated math, hated science, loved lunch
Gave a report on Abe Lincoln-read Goodnight Moon,
Played averagely in all peewee games
He grew up-got older-little wiser it seemed
Not too much just average-got C’s
Didn’t date, least not much-but found the One
And married her in an average church
He worked his job-did quite well
But not enough to gain many accolades
Bought a house, had three kids
Not prodigies just average-one, two, and three
They grew up-he grew up-they lived happily
Went to soccer, went to karate-watched ballet with number three
Played catch-went to parades, cleaned spilt lemonade
Loved his wife-laughed with his kids
All were happy living averagely
Watched them get older-marry average true loves
No Romeo dear Juliet romances
But they were happy and so was he
And he was given several average grandbabies
He and the Missus went on with their days
Till she died of an average disease
And he followed to in a moderate way
And they rest side by side in an average grave
He was no genius-never swam the English Channel
Didn’t raise three life saving doctors
But he was happier then the few outstanding I’ve seen
Because he was content with an average.