If you tried to describe heaven could you find the words to explain,
How perfection looks
Personified in your beauty every single day.
Can’t take my eyes off you like a sunrise reflecting off a crystal blue sea.
You captivate me leave me speechless jaw dropping you will always be
Your like a blanket that warms me and gives me comfort from the cold.
Make me feel like a child you fill me with an excitement that will never get old.
You’re a promise of a better day.
That tomorrow will be ok because I have you today.
You give me peace in a chaos that controls my head.
you’re an angel that saved me from the dead.
Before you I was ready to say goodbye.
I hated waking up wishing to die.
Then one day I saw heaven and it looks like you.
And I love you for all the little things you do.
If you tried to describe heaven could you find the words to explain,
How perfection looks
Personified in your beauty every single day.
Can’t take my eyes off you like a sunrise reflecting off a crystal blue sea.
You captivate me leave me speechless jaw dropping you will always be
Your like a blanket that warms me and gives me comfort from the cold.
Make me feel like a child you fill me with an excitement that will never get old.
You’re a promise of a better day.
That tomorrow will be ok because I have you today.
You give me peace in a chaos that controls my head.
you’re an angel that saved me from the dead.
Before you I was ready to say goodbye.
I hated waking up wishing to die.
Then one day I saw heaven and it looks like you.
And I love you for all the little things you do.
Do you believe consciousness
a free state
Choice empowering the moment
strong
Neurons firing at your
discretion
Time unencumbered
—reality won
(The New Room: August, 2022)
Denying the soul…
all words are in vain
a verbal inherence
—spirit proclaims
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
I don’t care where I’m going
I know where I am
I’m not worried about the future
I’ve never been to the past
I’m not sad about what’s missing
only joyful for what’s present
I am here and not there
—and my words make it last
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
(Based on the painting “The Treachery of Images” by René Magritte)
If you label symbols traitors
Since they’re only indicators
Rather than the actual things they signify,
Then you’re logically unable
To affirm your very label
Is a truth and not a metaphoric lie.
Your skin glows like the strawberry, blossoms perfect as the black rose in the purest hope of
spring.
My yearning heart rises to your calming voice and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your
name, Rene.
The evening ascends in on a great raven wing.
I am calmed by your touch that I carry into the twilight of parkbeams and hold next to my
heart.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of loneliness.
As my love falls from my mind, it reminds me of your beauty.
In the hushed, I listen for the last laugh of the spring.
My heated soul leaps to my heart. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret passion so
that we may kiss as one, soul to soul, in search of the glorious peace filled and spiritual
forest of love.
I miss you babe,....
I really do, it's true....
But time severed our love,
And now I'm alone and blue...
I miss you, babe....
I miss our kiss goodnight...
I miss you, babe....
And those times that felt so right...
I miss you, babe,
Your tender kiss to my cheek...
I miss you babe,....
My reasons for living are growing,
oh, so weak,......
I miss you , babe,
Your unused pillow next to me,
I miss you , babe,
In ways no one else can see....
You've moved on ahead,
To another world for you to see,
I miss you, babe,
And I cry every night,
I miss you , babe,
Cause you're out of my sight...
I miss you babe,
As only you would miss me,
I miss you , babe,
There is no more value to me...
I miss you, babe,
I miss you beyond
the most painful hurt,
I miss you, babe,
Since you've been covered
with dirt,
But my soul, awaits for you,
Cause our love was so true.
Dedicated to Rene', and all
the others of us, living in
the gray skies of grief....
Remember, grief has
haunted mankind
for millions of years.....
And, it needs expressions
such as these......
I love you all!!!! tom
I left my home, it wasn't so gorgeous,
but I knew I could no longer stay
I had nothing to live for,
seemed like only sadness would come my way,
headed for any deep water bay,
sitten' on the edge of sadness,...
wasted by time.....time...
on the bay of grief and sadness
I sat and wondered aloud....
how can I feel so lonely....
even in the midst of a crowd?
sittin' on the dock of sadness bay
wearing my ......crow....crown.....
I was royal fodder for sorrow,
looked like just sh_t would be comin' to me
I wanted so much to hold him,
but somehow fate would not let that be.....
so I'm sitten' on the fringe of cryin'....
every day.....ay, ay, ay, ay...
I'd whistle if I could...
and if it'd bring him to me
for just one more day...
but my throat is simply too.
clogged with tears
what can I say?
I sit on the riverbanks
of mighty river styx
the river I've longed to cross
so I could hold him once more...
but sadness has stranded me
here, on this lonely shore...
for Rene, my sister in sorrow,
among the millions of us in
the dark seas of grief....
"Loneliness has never earned a day's pay.
What I've learned, first of all, is that loneliness chooses it's own weapons. It
hasno distinguishing marks, and comes in no colors at all. Sometimes, it will
creep up on you, and at other times, it will take a poke at you and stalk off. In
either case, you're left by yourself, holding your stomach, winding itself into
corkscrews.
If happiness is circular, as some people claim, then loneliness is trapezoidal.
With those two parallel lines that never meet and are permanently boxed in. Only
the lonely could identify with the quixotic quadrilateral.
One more thing; loneliness is sexless and ageless. It affects everyone. Like
the panhandler said; "People are crazy. They won't even listen to me. They just
walk away." So I gave him a quarter, and he added it to his handful of change.
Change, but no change. Everything remains the same when you're alone. As
you're standing in someone else's pouring rain, it will hit you: the elemental
distraction at the base of your life is yourself......" written when I was twenty years
old
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