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In a storm the lighthouse beacon
beckons ship in peril to come closer.
There is no where else to go.
A shining light offers refuge
But fails to deliver, as the light
warns of danger lurking nearby.
Sailors see the light and head for it,
Hoping to navigate from there as a waypoint
But in the storm's turmoil and confusion
The light lures the seafarers closer to danger,
But by then its too late to veer away, too close to avoid
the peril the lighthouse warns of.
Safe within the lighthouse keeper watches in horror
Seeing the boat floundering, getting closer and closer
Hoping against hope that the ship will steer away,
Failing to understand why the ship has headed his way.
But the ship keeps on coming
In desperate plight, when any light offers hope,
to escape the relentless ravages of the storm.
The ship plows on and on, closer and closer,
Then flounders on the rocks at the feet of the lighthouse.
Smashing into matchsticks, the crew tossed overboard
Like rag dolls, limp; all hands aboard lost.
The lighthouse beacons beckons,
luring crew and ships to stray too close in desperation.
You cannot forget him
No matter how you try
His image always there
Adored in your mind’s eye
You try hard to forget
How he made your heart ache
You swore that loving him
Was such a bad mistake
Yet, you can’t stop wanting
His hands upon your skin
You write loving letters
Hoping his heart to win
You question tomorrow
Will it bring sweet reprieve?
But it dawns full of pain
As for his love you grieve
You try on your best dress
Spray on the sweetest scent
Hope that you'll entice him
His absence you resent
You give the best you have
Knowing it will not do
His heart’s with another
He’s not in love with you
So you keep on dreaming
One day he’ll see the light
Be your ardent lover
Through each and every night.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
“Why are you here today?”
“I know I shouldn’t be.”
“No. Here at therapy.”
“Oh, then I guess for when I think like that.”
For when my brain switches to the worst possible situation.
For when I force myself into a hole that I’ve never fit into.
For when my least favorite question interrupts my impending obsessions.
‘Are you okay?’
No.
I’m not.
But they would never want to hear that.
So you lie.
And lie.
And lie.
Till your tongue gets twisted with sickening words.
Words that you promised would never see the light of day.
So, sure.
I’m okay.”
“Have you ever noticed that you overthink?”
“Never.”
Reflecting wonder, hope and joy
Peace that rises…
From the flames of her heart,
Silencing the fears, the tears, the years…
Before she was certain –
He could gentle even these,
So more than anything, she would agree
Reflected in her heart…
Were dreams that others sought,
Dreams of lasting peace,
Dreams of sweetest grace,
Dreams of sincere faith,
Dreams that were meant to last,
Dreams that were built on light.
Reflected in her tears, like dewdrops,
Were heaven’s lingering roses,
Tender and blushing away the shyness,
Creating a music that never dies,
Songs, like psalms, so alive – so wise,
Coloring the night in brave and bold,
The light – in compassion so warm,
Kindness that could never leave well enough alone,
Kindness that trembles in the soul,
Sighing light through the evidence, the musing,
Falling soft against the melody of yesterday.
Reflecting the wonder, the kindness
A life unfolding, in pieces,
Layers of gold, God blessed…
Arranged in rhythms,
Tempting the songs, the refrain,
Silent and soothing,
Tender as the colors of hope,
Blushing soft against the smiles,
Beautiful, melodious as the moments
Before she first expressed her heart,
The light reflecting all the silence,
The soothing, the sensitivity and surety,
The tones of love that caress the dreams,
Abide inside the spirit who believes,
Yes, she believes and she sees…
Her light is the challenge for each of us,
Each of us can see – the light that agrees,
Love is the answer to everything.
Yes, love is the answer reflected by grace.
Love is the answer, the light that reflects…
The Savior, the King, the reason
Each of us celebrate this season!
Christmas is a reflection of that reason!
May you find the light in the season!
The answers lie just beyond sight
Waiting to see the light
Somewhere out of touch
Takes out of you so much
You know it's there
What it feels to care
To cry
To wonder why
A shadow of light
Seeking to answer the questions right
Pain
Life's little stain
Hope lost hope found
Breath, such a beautiful sound
I'm still above ground
Memories, silent echoes of yesterday
Never had much to say
Struggles past,
Life passes so fast
Dreams, empty echoes of yesterdays fire
Meant to inspire
Fulfillment of desire
Life
Strife
Strength from within
Love is never a sin
A hope for tomorrow
In the land of no sorrow
Facing the unknown
May silent strength be shown
What it is to be a human being
Life is truly worth seeing
Good, bad,
Even sad
State of mind
No rewind
So easy to be left behind
Courage to go the length
That takes strength..
Takes heart
Only place to start
Between the furrows, deep and wide,
I press my weight against the hide
Of this old giant, rough and grey,
To climb beyond the reach of day.
I am a ghost within the grain,
Escaping wind and driving rain,
Into a world where shadows creep
And silent, wooden secrets sleep.
I find a limb of hollow white,
A stick of wood that lost its light.
It snaps beneath a heavy hand,
A ghost-branch in a living land.
I feel the ache of beauty shed,
The quiet wisdom of the dead;
Yet higher still, the pulse returns
Where life within the xylem yearns.
Then comes the scar, a craggy line,
Where lightning drank the sap like wine.
The sky once tore this heart in two,
A blackened wound where fire flew;
I touch the charcoal, hard and cold,
The trauma of a story told,
Yet see the bark has fused the breach—
A lesson only storms can teach.
The hidden neighbors scuttle by:
A beetle with a jeweled eye,
An ant in copper armor dressed,
A mite upon a crimson quest.
Then—drumming!—a hammer hits the wall,
The woodpecker’s insistent call
Vibrates through my shuddering core,
A rhythmic, hollow, wooden roar.
I press my ear against the wood
To hear the stretching in the dark—
The hiss of water, upward bound,
A deep and cellular, groaning sound.
The trunk begins to heave and sway,
A cello note in oil and brae,
As massive fibers stretch and sigh
Beneath the pressure of the sky.
I burst at last through leaves of gold,
The narrow canyons lose their hold.
The world is vast, the world is wide,
With nothing left for me to hide.
Through greens and yellows, I see the light,
The rolling hills, the river's flight—
The timber’s skin was but a door;
The marrow’s song and so much more.
What is a better life to you
and is it what you think?
Is that the thing you want to do
or is it not the trink?
Have you a way to see the world
that makes it better for you?
Or are you sure you haven't thought
more things are meant just for you
Perhaps to put the others first
means happiness around
Or just the people you would want
without their horrible found
To say you'd want a better way
might be to help them out
By giving them more easy krind
to offer them some sout
To offer them what you would want
an easy way of life
To see the neighbor just as you
some help and some trife
Where all could be as God could see
combarein to a cause
Of helping others see the light
and working for their flaws
Keep it to yourself and keep looking around
Do you need to be there?
Can you see the light under the neon?
Can you read the lips of the gaudy?
Change is sitting there somewhere
With a glass, weary-eyed
Wondering what has become of it.
With every segue, the faces waltz around,
The lightness of being is perforated
Like an unnoticed sidereal sky,
Crowded rooftops all around the neighborhood
Engage in meaningless banter
Whining about the unwanted weight
Of people stomping in, strolling out
With a newfound darkness in their minds,
Not that of the night.
But amongst the intervening glances
And the random remembrances
Memories are woven,
Like a disheveled tapestry in the making
Soon to be hung on walls
Built to make way for
More crowded rooftops.
What do most people call fate...
something that was bound to happen
no matter what you try to do.
Fate for me is thinking, wishing, & hoping
that the woman I believe in my heart
God wants me to be with realizes
it like I do... but unfortunately
thats what the effects of deeply
falling in love can do to you.
It can make you feel a certain type of way
crying yourself to sleep thinking
y'all should be together everyday
hoping that this isn't just ya imagination
cause every moment you see them ya
heart starts an emotional race.
But what do you do when the one
thing you been chasing finally runs outta breath
you look it face to face like this y'all 1st date
but when you realize you can't have it
ya heart is almost filled with hate
you start to think was I too early
or maybe too late
but you suddenly remind yourself
it could be the hands of hate.
Then you start to think why?...
what was with the long wait
if it was only gone leave you with another heart brake...
I'll tell you why because sometimes
your emotions plays with ya mental state
and when your at that point
where you can brake, start crying, or just faint...
you realize you were seeing
Black and white and was actually
blinded from the paint
so in all actuality you'll see the light when the time is right.
I'm in love with you so so deep
I dream of you in my sleep
I hope this dream do come true
Searching for you and only you
This dreams got me floating fast and high
This journey I'm taking I do know why
Your heart can take you many places
Travel so far see many faces
Dreams come true I know this much
Can't wait to find you and feel your touch
Dreams are real to a certain extent
Dreams can be a wonderful event
I have a vision that's clear to me
Of who I'm searching for and trying see
I'll open my eyes to see the light
My search for you I know it's right
Life is never what it seems
I know I'll find you in my dreams