I dreamed a dream what my desperate heart needs. A healthy mind, body and spirit
to function has a fully human being. A desperate heart yearns to look upon success
in all my endeavors in my career, relationship, and finance. A dream that will take me
places of great height figuratively and well as literally. To triumph over life's
adversities, thus, I would be contented in my life. A life of great satisfaction, but it
would not be balance, I need Jesus in every aspect of daily living. To achieve, what
to me may seem the impossible, is to have a blissful and equilibrium life, I dreamed
this dream and pray it would become a reality.
There is a beauty in the written word
When not so much of it is spoken
The verbiage lingers in my mind
Like the taste of a fine wine
The words pass before my eyes
Floating…
Floating…
Floating…
Like ethereal clouds across the skies
And can bring tears unto my eyes
Like a joy so unrevealed.
There is a meaning in some words
That can cause my heart to break
Or cause my spirit to elate
Words can cause your heart to pound
As I ponder the mental sounds
Reverberating in my chest
It gives my soul unrest
It moves a feeling in my breast
Of the beauty
Of written words
I will never grow weary.
(November 26, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
No matter how much they tried
No matter how many voice effects
How many sound tracks
How many heart and soul they put in their work
It will never
It can’t be
They won’t be able to perform
To act
To visualize the images the author has drew
Into the reader’s mind
The affections, the feelings
The author sent to the reader’s heart
To the reader’s mind, heart and soul
A book is a combination of letters
Written for a reason
A reader is a combination of ideas
Thought about
A book which is not a movie
Can express what is more than images
What is softer than music
What is exciter than tales
A book which is not a movie
Has the power to attract
The rope to pull
The reader closer
To what is in the next chapter…
Love Is
Love is a feeling which reveals the heart,
It's the selfish heart which refuses this revealing.
To cling to the fear of reaching out
Is loneliness in the truest sense.
Love is a force which breaks asunder
The walls surrounding a thirsting soul,
Reaching within to fill the void
And to dry the tears that one has cried.
Love is a light which shines into the darkest dungeon,
Bringing peace and hope to the prisoners locked within.
Yet the prisoner bound by the rusted chains
Would rather he should perish than to know his freedom.
Love is a song which floats on gentle breezes,
And gladdens the heart of the one who would receive it.
Yet woe shall fall upon the very being
Of the one who would dare to smite the hand
Of Love.
Thomas Cusick
The tension builds,
Like promises unfulfilled.
The hate epochs,
Like a bottle of strong whiskey.
In body, and in soul,
Do these foul things dwell?
I sense they do,
In this Unfathomable well of a body
In which the poignant pipers,
Tune echoes’ out of.
A pasture of unadorned love,
Swirls around me,
But I do not know how to take hold of it.
With these,
Course hands of mine and with these untaught lips of mine.
Why
O heart of mine,
Why do I forsake you,
And why do you soil me with tension, odium, and with this envy for love.
Why
O heart of mine, why do I need you.
Why do I want to die, when life is just around the corner?
Why do I want to live, when death is just a kiss away?
O why, o heart of mine,
Am I in a state of tension?
We can have many but none
will ever erase that first.
Barbwire confessions
In a dessert in a moment of passion she did quench
my thirst.
And so with any plessure must come the pain.
A broken heart spreads like a infection.
Simple memories washed clean by the summers rain.
I wonder only night and day.
Pretend to think beyond a moments reflection.
But still my heart does betray.
As teens stumble through awkward moments
yerning for that unspoken feeling with a intense burst
they fall in and out of that trademark emotion.
Forgetting the last only to recall that first.
Im speaking about more than action.
Seldom do we admit the innocence.
Hide the truth and flaunt satisfaction.
Tainted is the blood in the kiss.
Time holds its portrait.
Dark was that night but never dark as this.
I confess i loved you eternal.
As i treated you the worst.
forever in confines sweet and bitter.
Burried in emotions in honor of that first.
Only the Heart... Can see through the Lies... Betrayal...
Fear and Regret... Only the Soul...
Can find Love through the Darkness and Pain...
Sometimes you give your Heart and Soul... And it comes back to you...
Sometimes you give it... And it is never returned...
Feeling the Failure... Anger.. Sadness...
The Regret... Fear... Pain... and Loneliness...
How do any of us ever go on? When your Heart and Soul are Dying....
When you cannot Endure anything more... When your Heart is Cold and Black...
When you are just Dead inside... How do we ever go on?
Darkness falls
Separate, are heart and mind
Melancholy calls
And governs for a time
December, it is
In my icy heart of hearts
I await spring’s kiss
To oblige the cold’s depart
I fear not the frost
Will be forever present
I merely pay the cost
For delight well spent
The flowers will come
Then die, and come again
Somber days are some
Harm done, the sun will mend
The pieces of my being
On scales, always they lie
Tomorrow is worth seeing
Should I laugh, or cry
The Heart and Lies
When you lie to yourself
The truth is distorted
When you lie to your heart
The truth changes everything
When you lie to another
The truth is changed
Yet the truth exists anyway
When you lie to the world
It is not life
But you
Who are changed
When you are changed
The world lies to you
And you no longer hear the truth
When you cannot hear the truth
Your heart suspects
Everything is a lie
When you lie in your heart
You will no the difference
Because the truth changes everything
I do not ask for glory,
I do not ask for fame,
I do not want to be remembered,
All I want is change.
Change that will not falter,
Change that will remain,
Change that helps the world to see,
All who've died in vain.
Death is not the end,
Death is not is not the start,
Death is just continuation,
Our soul survives our heart.
The heart is just an organ,
The heart is a formality,
The heart does not control each man,
Each man controls humanity.
It's the soft voices that heal a human soul,
when the heart is ripped by a word's wire.
Sincere caring makes the bandage
that covers the wounds from anger's fire.
The sweet acts of human kindness
puts balm upon a tortured soul.
As splinters of hate are quickly pulled out,
the bitter mind learns how to be whole.
The frozen heart melts in hope's tender embrace,
as it reaches past the masks of skin.
The only true way to heal the human race
is to release the rose of love from within.
People believe that I am easygoing,
They say my compassion is ever glowing
But when one commits an act of deceit,
My heart begins a different beat.
Bystanders no longer feel optimistic,
I have now changed; I am sadistic.
Nothing can protect them from my wrath.
Get out of the way to avoid my path!
I only unleash destruction and despair.
My radiating passion fills the air.
Mercy is something they will not receive.
I offered warning, but they would not believe
The unlimited power contained within,
Triggered at the smallest whim.
You previously thought that I was weak…
Different thoughts arrive as you shriek!
Deep within my eyes lies only malice.
My feelings are dead; My heart is callous.
Do not give reason to inflame my wrath.
Get out of the way to avoid my path!