Why do we fall in love and never ask why?
Is it because they make you feel free, giving you wings that allow you to fly?
Or is that only when love is still naive and fearless,
When you are able to open your heart without feeling as though you need forgiveness?
Because falling after your heart has been torn,
Is probably the scariest thing anyone can do.
Even though you are sure that the love for this one is real,
You could never tell them because if you did it would mean it is true.
If it were to be true,
If we were to be real, then what could stop me from destroying this one real thing in the end?
I suppose it is okay to be scared,
And fight to make myself strong.
I'm not going to run away and turn this into just another sad song.
I believe in you, and I believe in us.
It's just a lot to take in, and sometimes I need to hit pause.
To slow down my overwhelming thoughts so that I don't mess this up.
Because for you, I'm not going to give up.
Sad Death Of Her Lost, Tormented Lover
As I walked out into bitter cold rain
Skies rush down to send even more hard pain,
No worry, torment was long, long overdue
For my extreme folly abandoning you.
Castle now has no water and no bread
My heart weeps and wishes first to be dead;
So missed, warmth of your soft gentle touch
Nothing else does this wretch miss as much,
As you look down, pray a new song for me,
Chase away dark blues, setting this soul free;
For once, this earth's deepest true love was ours
Long before I yielded to lustful fires.
My darling, I have now reached icy river bank
Dive in to be free, giving you my thanks.
Robert J. Lindley,
Original verse, March 12th 1986
Heavily rewritten today, June 9-2017
Happyness
What is happiness ? - Is it all those little,
bright crystal – rainbow moments, solidified.
Is it ?, when one is at one with the universe,
at one with the world, one’s own world, ones self.
Is happiness ?, those few or many times in one’s life
when there is no need for spoken or written word.
Is happiness ?, found in others, in another or from within
one’s own heart, one’s own soul, one’s own spirit
that may be brought forth, brought to life by others
as you walk together – for a moment – upon the same path.
Is happiness ?, observed and expressed by the heart,
the inner eye- something the ears may hear, but never see.
Sadness
Sadness, pain, heartache – unlike happiness – need words,
not to express the obvious, but to be a catharsis for the soul.
Lyrics, poetry, prose, setting free, giving wing so they may fly,
may grieve, let go, achieve what we look for, need – HAPPYNESS !
B. J. “A ” 2
September 15th 2004
... said he never didE but said
know dice and know to know
why, you come this way.
I tried I cried with tear in eye
Blinking thinking through a day
Tones of change rearranged a
message, the Indian had to say...
Clef the chef reads to the left
and George was set to sing
Then along came a Cat with
Chaac too Bat, so I chose
to read again.
Come the fun a circus came a
bell was sound and a day was
Named. Kites float high in a
Wind blown sky and Light was
set to be heard... DO, the Path!
Flashed out loud and struck a
Coiled nerve.
Visions come and a Write was
song, sung by Mother Earth.
Channel hear vibrations there
It's Time to Love with Words.
Speak, it's free giving healing
Energy, sharing caring with
Memory, exploring doors within
corridors of E.Turn.it.See....
A garden is where it all started.
It was bursting into life. Until sin came in, kicking us out.
What a sin that was. But with the love of Jesus grateful
mercy, God can now forgive us.
By the blood of Christ we can now see the pearly gates of heaven. Where we all are free, giving us a everlasting peace, joy love forever more, for the blood of Christ covers all of them. With love compassion that only Christ had when He picked up his cross and carried it to Cavalry-where we killed
him with his love. If we just have faith, we all are saved from sin and the pain of hell. I f we will pick up our cross and carry it, we will make it through, reaching heaven’s holy city.
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