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no storyline can thrive to throw off loves balance,
to purposely paint a picture to detour its countenance,
the stroke of the pen changing in every moments release,
unconditional love neverending in beauty with each piece,
to place the heart back in its proper alignment,
in the changing of each moment with loves new assignment,
in the blink of an eye the storyline can change,
the plot, the characters, don't always end up the same way,
what you expected at the end of the story to be,
what you thought you rationalized becomes the opposite of what is seen,
love can thrive in ways past our own understanding,
the pace of his heart, God's happy ending...
Is this heart break or naivety
Tears have ran into oceans
Heart has broken in two
Sadness overshadowed my heart
And yet I still feel love
Is this heartbreak or silliness
Words have hurt
Emotions saddened
Thoughts tangled
And yet I still love
Is this heartbreak or stupidity
My trust shaken
My belief torn apart
My hope burned
And yet I still love
Is this heartbreak or obsession
Me the last priority
Words that chop and change
Promises left in the air
And yet I still love
Words I believed
Trust you broke
Hope you diminished
And yet in all this sadness you have caused
I am the one who feels guilty
I am the one who feels wasn't enough
You always said you wanted
Wanted to be my best and worst
Here's to your happy ending
The ducks are sitting, sitting,
Ripe for the plucking, the plucking,
Oh what time to be living, living,
When the ducks are all sitting, sitting,
With every one a trusting, a trusting,
That Johnny has stopped thieving, stopped thieving,
That Mary has stopped defrauding, stopped defrauding,
And Paul is no longer a gambling, a gambling.
Oh when will we see more ducks stop sitting, sitting,
And for less start standing, standing,
So, Johnny will stop a thieving, stop a thieving,
So, Mary will no longer be defrauding, defrauding,
And Paul no longer a gambling, a gambling,
For my story to have a happy ending,
For my story to have a happy ending, ending.
We talk only 3 days in a year,
Like a festival that comes once in a year.
That too during Durga Puja,
And the rest 362 or 363 days we barely know each other.
It seems that I not only wait for Durga Puja,
But also I wait for those 3 days just to see and talk with her.
It's a 3 days one sided love story,
Which has a sad ending like all stories.
But there is a difference in this story,
That is the hero is the villain of this story.
In those 3 days I try to be friends with her again,
Just because I don't want to remain as a stranger all over again.
As this is a 3 days love story,
We neither become friends nor enemy at the end of this story.
As I am stranger for her for the rest of the year,
So I have nothing to fear.
Closer we are,
But mentally and emotionally she is far away from here.
But still like a gentleman I wait for her,
And like a gentleman I still keep looking for her.
I guess we are not meant for each other,
Even our destiny is far different from one another.
I want this story to have a happy ending,
Because after 3 days the pain inside me is never ending.
Those 3 days are just like a festival,
Which gives me immense joy for a short interval.
Like Maa Durga after Dashami she is gone,
And after that I am left all alone.
So we talk only 3 days in a year,
Just like a festival that comes once in a year.
I can't watch a happy ending,
Guy gets the gal,
Girl gets her pal,
I can't do it with out crying.
Maybe I'm like you,
maybe you cry too.
I'll tell you why I do,
will you tell me too.
I never got mine.
Said I'd be fine.
That was just a line.
I feel alone...no sign!
I've heard nothing from the sky
that somehow I'd get by,
survive until one day I'd die,
without my piece of the pie.
I never drop a tear or two,
it's much more like a bad flu.
Flows out of me without a clue.
My pain has never left, it just grew.
That's why I cry when I see love on the screen,
it's love I crave, that one woman and no screen.
That's why I want to have the love I've never seen,
love that lasts a lifetime and not just on the screen.
when my wife and i were in love...before
she became my ex...every moment of
every day i would live her... i had the wings
of pegasus the strength of samson...i had
the conviction of ghandi...the vision of
van gogh...i was different then.
love anchored me...both feet on the ground
i was rooted...focused...i was...
but enough of the hyperbole...
i was happy!
real love does that...links us to the better
part of life...
i was naive...
it didn't last...
she cut my hair...
took away my strength...
while i was thinking forever...she was
thinking it's over...i was all in but she held
the better hand...i lost everything!
i would draw hearts with my finger
on black tinted glass on rainy days
or nights...a contract i should have
never signed...
i was a mythological character...everyday
the crows would feed on my flesh...on my internal
organs...slowly...painfully i died...
than every morning once again alive...
and again the crows would feed...
sometimes things are so transparent...
they don't need proof...they are self evident.
it is better not to challenge the heavens
...i accept my fate hold tight to my faith.
I can't watch a happy ending.
Maybe I'm like you.
I never got mine.
I've heard nothing from the sky.
I never drop a tear or two.
That is why I cry when I see love on the screen.
21~12~2014
With Love
Maurice Yvonne
To the Moon and Back
My dearest mother, we have been
Through seasons of sorrow,
The storms we've weathered, and the lessons learned,
Held captive by the long shadows of yesterday's pain.
By you and I, together, have found a way,
A fragile path towards a new day.
We talk about the things that hurt, the words we struggle to find,
No subject is too heavy, no truth is left behind.
And when my world was shaken, a whispered, fearful plea,
You held my hand through every step, you fought the fight with me.
Through scans and whispered diagnoses, through the sterile air,
You were my rock, my silent strength, a love beyond compare.
We settle down with the flicker of a screen,
The comfort of a Hallmark movie scene.
The world of make-believe, where problems always fade,
A simple love story, a happy ending made.
You humor my sharks, a world of fins and teeth,
My fascination with them, a curious relief.
You tell my you me to the moon and back,
A gentle promise, a love that never fades.
You indulge my books, a tower of stories unbound,
Enabling my escape, my magical haven.
You see me surrounded by bears, a fuzzy collection,
And you still love me.
The journey has been hard, with so much to face,
But you love has been my saving grace.
We are learning, we are healing, we are trying, you and I,
And in your arms, I find a home where I can finally cry.
Solitude, the lonely word most people like to sidestep around. ~ quote by poet
I love the solitude that silences my doubts,
The solitude that blends with silence, like a song,
Breathing wonder into each thought,
Whispering light into each verse,
Gentling the nights with tenderness and hope.
I love the solitude that warms my spirit,
The solitude that lifts the darkness and prepares me,
For the trembling laughter of a happy ending,
Reflecting all that is honest, all that is beautiful,
All the joy that stirs up the poetry within my dreams.
I love the solitude that says to me… believe.
Believe in the colors God is painting on your heart,
Believe in the grace God is pouring on your soul,
Believe in the light God breaths into your nights,
Believe in the joy God brings to the story of your life.
I love the solitude that is soundless and defeats…
Every fear, each anxiety –
The solitude that brings hearts a moment of solace,
Deafening the noise of the cold, heartless world,
Erasing the darkness that overpowers all that I know.
I love the solitude that started with a blank canvas,
Added softest rose and pristine lilacs,
Peaceful cerulean and milky pearls, like gestures
Of light drenched in heaven’s mosaic of beautiful,
Signs of wonder blazing through the heart and soul.
Solitude, often feared by the hearts who shake,
At the revelations of a spiritual incredulity,
Spirits unburdened by doubts or dictations of tradition,
Spirits who can see past the endings, into the everlasting,
Where there abides a silent joy so secret, so stealthy…
This solitude is God’s gift, His blessing, to the heart who can hear,
Beneath the seas of impassioned tears,
A glorious melody of what it means to create the art,
That starts with that blank canvas and spreads light, fighting shadows,
All over the world where life seeks to be understood,
Where God’s voice can pass through the mind’s mysteries,
Into the spirit where we can worship, the way He intended worship to be.
This past week my eyes shed tears
A friend, I thought had died
I've known him for so many years
For days I mourned and cried
Little did I know the fact
But false news had spread the word
Another friend was too quick to react
From something that he heard
He said- "Billy had a heart attack
And he cried- "He didn't survive"
But when I talked to his brother Jack
He said- "Billy is still- ((ALIVE))"
Billy his brother is alive and well
In fact, he wasn't ill at all
It was another person with the same name who fell
And who unfortunately took the fall
So, the story goes... Twice this past week I thought I lost two friends. Both long time childhood friends. The first was my friend Billy, someone spread the word on FaceBook that he had died from a heart attack, unfortunately, it was someone else with the same name. Turned out it was a 93-year-old man who lived a long, beautiful life. The second was a classmate that someone said to me recently at my HS reunion, that our classmate passed 2 years ago. Turned out...she is still alive too! False news spreads quickly...thank goodness it turned out to be a happy ending in both cases. :) An emotional ride for sure.
...It was two years later, while at his desk,
Altan felt a pain he’d never known before,
Tried to call for help, it came out a croak,
the last thing he remembered was the floor.
When he came too, he found himself walking
towards a small and quaint outdoor café.
Janet waited there, tilting in her chair,
with a big piece of bread, munching away.
She smiled, and said, “Took you long enough,
I’ve been waiting a good while, you know.”
He said, “I’m sorry, the trip here was long,
had to see to the kids before I could go.”
She smiled, and said, “It’s Friday, you know,
and the food they got here does not fall short.”
So they sat and talked as married couples do,
about their children and things of that sort.
When finished she spoke, “We’ll see them in time,
but I’m glad to have you alone right now.
They’re waiting for us at the bed-and-breakfast,
it’ll be good to get out of the house.”
He grinned softly, and nodded at her words,
and felt a weight he’d long known disappear,
took Janet’s hand and then strolled down the street,
just feeling happy he was finally here.
I’ve Seen The Future
I've known the truth, since the day my eyes were opened,
That this world is amazing, yet equally frightening.
Since I saw Michael Jackson, dancing on The Soul Train TV Show;
Since I saw E.T. die, because he couldn't phone home.
Since I saw Neil Armstrong, land on the moon;
Since I saw Uri Geller getting paid, to simply bend spoons.
The truth will set you free. Your ignorance will blind you.
If you’re lost in the darkness, his light will guide you.
All my young life, I believed what I was shown,
Until my life scarred me and now I know.
This whole thing is an illusion, were just part of the plan;
But even if that’s true, I'm still a man.
Who can see such beauty, in such bitter sadness;
Who can't be happy, even when surrounded by happiness.
Experience teaches us things, we don't want to know;
But if you learn from your mistakes, you will know it's time to go.
My friend died of a heart attack,
Is there no way I can bring him back?
I want to learn immortality, so I don't end up like that;
But I don't want to live forever, for Heaven sounds quite a laugh.
It was written in a book, two thousand years ago.
The prophets spoke of things to come
And Jesus was the star of the show.
He sacrificed himself, to free us all from damnation;
But now were condemned to end the world.
There is gonna be a termination.
Einstein lead us to the bomb, that condemned all human beings;
For power leads you to be evil, there can be no happy ending.
The end of the world is nigh, they've been saying for years;
Now their words will become reality…the end is here.
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