A beautiful Gaelic phrase exists
that in itself sounds soul stirring.
It encompasses everything you desire in a true friend - it reaches somewhere deeper than simply knowing a persons name or one or two details about them, for which the title "friend" is used.
Friends and acquaintances come and go. Sadly most are not in for the long haul.
When an Anam Cara comes into your life, you know you have someone special. You can feel it to your very core that this is a treasure - true and real. Anam Caras sincerely care about you and how you feel.
A miraculous bond formed as two naturally gel together. Not to be confused with soul mate and romance... like such, Anam Caras are forever!
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Blessed with one you'll know
"Soul Friends" are a unique gift...
Oh, Anam Cara!
I do not care if your boyfriend is an alien or window-peeker,
a squirrel, monkey, oak tree, dinosaur or a pumpkin seed
If you are in for the long haul, look for a mate who will be a keeper
by all means, marry the guy who is secure enough to let a woman lead.
Nothing!
There is nothing in for the long haul
Bliss, pelf and fame will become pale as white sheet
Dolour, lack and inefficiency will be silent as dull
All are in the cage of deceit.
Behold! Life passes like a waving from a moving train
Which we will join its berth if we receive the call
Everything in life is conceit
Only God can safe all
So that we won't suffer in life and lose heaven’s profit.
East of Omaha, winds blow far
Snowflakes coming down, scattered all around
One by one, more to come
Covering the ground, moving inbound
Some would repel, most would excel
Some drop straight, others swerved
A few disappeared, others adhered
I lost sight, those that curved,
Held out my hand, hopping one would land
A flake I felt, promptly it did melt
I stared straight ahead, at one that led
It went astray
Accumulating hour by hour into the next day
Pillars and platforms created to set the stage,
Astounding how snowflakes can draw a scene
Shapes become magnified, whatever the gauge.
Looking out my snowbound window
Visibility is shortened and limbs are down.
I’m in for the long haul with nothing to do
I fret and fumed, my face does frown
Hour by hour I wait out the storm
Passing of time creeps by slow
Not much to see, but I can hear
Howling winds that blow.
That one little snowflake buried in deep
By itself alone it would not impede
But because they fell one by one
This changed my nature indeed
Less Than
She was living in a puddle of poor decisions,
Soiled in messy outcomes
Her downtrodden steps shuffling path of humiliation,
embarrassment,
self-loathing.
For a long time, I joined her
there,
Under her blanket of shame
(As if for lunch, at a cafe)
I even took it upon my arrogant self to define her existence:
‘Less than’
less than~
someone who had made better choices,
worked harder ... or differently,
less than~
someone who planned more thoroughly,
spent more frugally ...
sacrificed more.
I made myself comfortable in that place,
settled in for the long haul, wallowing in her pity with her.
Playing the part of gravity,
I held her there
Making her believe what I did...
That she was, indeed, ‘less than’
To be continued...
Kill me if you will, Tear me apart,
Rip open the cords,
That hold closed my heart.
Grab my love by fistfuls,
Take away its air,
Drown me in the river,
If you must then it is fair.
Stab me, twist the knife please,
Choke me, make me bleed.
You can hurt me,
You can scare me,
But I can't go away.
She broke your heart,
Ripped you apart,
But I love you anyway.
And all the memories,
Of dancing in the dark,
Hold me enraptured in my dreams.
I will live in the past,
It's my reward - its my punishment,
For leaving you with these feelings.
For not being enough,
For loving you,
This is what I deserve.
But as long as I can help you,
As long as I can help you heal,
Im in for the long haul,
Even if you cant feel.
Up a tree and down the pole.
Through a tunnel or in a hole.
Across the street or through the field.
A bushy tail as a shield.
Rather hard at work or out to play.
I am always busy. No time to waist.
I'm in for the long haul.
I'll finish this race.
My friends all laugh.
Your only three inches tall,
But size doesn't matter.
To the world: I'm a cute squirrel.
If you could read my emotions
You’d probably lose focus
Be honored by my closeness
Honored that I wrote this
If you could hear my whispers
And see my gestures
You’d see how my words could affect her’s
If you could read my offense
You’d see I have no defense
And you have no reasons
To deny your feelings
Cause I go for the long ball
I’m in for the long haul
And I could wait all night just to receive your phone call
So if you’re ready, I’m here
And if you’re not I’ll wait
Just take your time… make sure you’re reading it straight
If you could read my mind,
You’d be reading for an eternity
Thoughts flow so fluently
Conversations about you and me
I hope you like what you read
I hope you love what you see
Prologues and prefaces
Intros and outtakes
Allow you to intake and inhale the essence
And embrace the aroma
And get a feel of my aura
It burns and glows
To light your way
And enlighten your heart
I’m hoping you stay,
To finish the rest
But, I won’t put under any duress
If you like it, you like it
If you don’t, you don’t
But we’ll see…
By the end of tonight
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