Legends became one,
by risking it all to find...
what will become them!
No more pretending
try understanding
what you mean to me
Nobody else knocking
nothing needs unlocking
you are my need
Got nothing but time
you got me in a bind
love me
Listen to your heart
don't break us apart
look and see
We are meant for each other
we're to damage for another
trust me
Hold me please
and love me
I wanna
I wanna
love you (my baby)
I wanna, I wanna love you (my baby)
I wanna. I wanna love you (my baby)
What's on your mind
risking borrow time
don't leave
We are one another
it is us no others
believe
I wanna, I wanna love you (my baby)
I wanna, I wanna love you (my baby)
I wanna
I wanna
love you...
Walls protect you as you move,
I’ve built them too high to scour.
Leading with survival instinct
demands the thickest of skin.
Flattened ears always on guard
lowering my gaze won’t happen.
Open range feels like freedom
without risking vulnerable parts.
Envious of those built to shield
rare are those called sheepdogs.
Wild doesn’t mean being obvious,
a quiet strategy is what it takes.
Labeled by image not by action
lacerates straight through reality.
Feral flourishes inside of silence
leaving chaos to bloom and grow.
On the run when I’m standing still,
what else did you expect from me?
Energy must eventually be expelled,
rather than remain inside to fester.
Brave protestors
those high school kids
Fists held high, risking absolutely zero
They walk out of school ~ Big heroes
Oh, yes, they’re against ICE
Mom and Dad are too
Regurgitating exactly what they’re fed at home
They’ve nothing to fear, not even fear alone
With rhythms of liquid litanies, the sea offers up her amazing peace, overflowing with music that pursues in a voice so very tender and overwhelming – almost a prayer of sweetest faith ~ by poet
In the turquoise waters, impressions glow
Glistening like tears who reflect the quiet flow
Of a hesitant prayer, fading sunrise praise
Mellow as the gentle air, waters who amaze
In the turquoise waters, still as the song
Blessings, away with each shadow who doesn’t belong
Mending the heart music’s soft tone
Pouring over the waves, spirits who groan
In the turquoise waters, silent tears fall
Love so sacred, richest joy of them all
Soothing the dark with the surf’s surge
Whispering its sweetness in a wave’s urge
In the turquoise waters, swells of sweet grace
Breaking over the sands in a lovely embrace
Risking dreams once were meant for me
Reducing them to mere sprays from the sea
From this Atlantic, comes a sight that’s such relief
Opposing night, leaving out grief
Oh, the joy of being comforted by the sea
That turquoise joy, so gentle and kind, such sweet glee…
It would be bedtime, and I’d rise
Risking the possibility of chastisement
By the mother who taught me, with her smiles
That my reading Nancy Drew, Trixie Belden
Every book in each collection – the Hardy Boys too
Wasn’t just a trait passed down to me, to her pleasure
It was a trait she, herself, had spread – a disease
If not verbally, then with each moment she’d spent
Turning pages, lingering amid chapters of inspired
Dreams and imaginations, wanderings
I’d come to accept as my heart’s blessing
And I’d rise, with the intent of going to my room
Where I’d keep a light beneath the quilts,
Consuming the words with a heart full of wonder,
A heart who would always see my own smiles
Reflected on pages filled with castles I’d hoped to build
Myself, and forts that found their way into my wishes
Mine is a heart filled with worlds that were not my own,
beneath the shadows of a warm quilt and sheets
who remember me… as that girl who found her home amid words
Love is not a math problem to be solved
If you have the right formula; how long
The process, you will arrive in the end
Easy, exhausting maybe, but feel happy
Numbers is business, negotiate is easy
Both aspiration led to loving more worthy
Calculating risk is a sure win to safety
So as relationship is cautious to security
Never underestimate the power of sight
This is how analytics work to love forego
Being loving is worth risking as cautious
Believing what the future holds is a plus
A compass, a guide for a traveler's way
Grant that the Great Force will guide us
In our pursuit of love, life and happiness
This world is worth an adventure for good
To a heart that needing hands that hold
It takes two to tango when alone in a road
Where love is the inspiration to be strong
Life is worth living when two heart glued
In this challenging road only brave can trod.
An old clown did a double flip,
Risking more than pants that might rip.
Baby got a good start.
She will break lots of hearts,
but Grandpa just broke both his hips.
He told them, the ones who followed
risking it all, the shadows who call souls
He told them, the ones who saw her
offer Him a kindness beyond a heart’s words
He told them, as they criticized her giving
that this woman would be remembered
always and forever…
He told them, the ones who didn’t understand
the gentlest blessings often come
from hearts who bleed hope, souls who believe
in giving, without expectations
giving, with no thought of a blessing
He told them, she will be remembered eternally
always and forever, her gift went down in history
she’s living proof of God’s wisdom, God’s intimacy
the gentlest touch of light, unfading
proof that God, in all His glory, never forgets
when someone offers Him their finest treasure!
Matthew 26:13 King James Version (KJV)
Verily I say unto you, Wheresoever this gospel shall be preached in the whole world, there shall also this, that this woman hath done, be told for a memorial of her.
Stirring the feelings, blessings so gentle, in light
I discover the songs of my dreams, my soul’s belief
Stars fall and memories plead with me at night
Where the last tears I shed for you are such a relief
Listen to the wind as it sings in waves of grace
Mellow notes of bittersweet, swift and praising
Softly, withered threads of a leaf’s quiet embrace
Pouring over my heart, so gentle, delicate, amazing
Stirring the heart, beautiful that finds it truth
Along the streets of yesterday, I once understood
You were just there, like the grass or tree, in our youth
Whispering love softly, singing songs like we should
Listen to the wind murmur its light over my soul
A miracle blowing silence through the notes of peace
Forever risking my heart on the time your love stole
Moments weary with the melody that will never cease
Stirring in my spirit, the joy of September
Listen to the wind, a breathless moan of prayer
Revealing the wonder of hope felt, I remember!
When I’m with you, I’d do anything,
For you make me feel like a complete man.
In happiness or sorrow, I’ll always strive,
Even if it means risking my life, to thrive.
My love for you knows no bounds—
This feeling is new, it astounds.
I won’t turn back; I’m committed to stay,
You make me want to go all the way.
You make me feel wild, like a playful fool,
Be it in bed or by a sparkling pool.
You bring tears to my eyes, in the best way—
A joy so profound, it brightens each day.
With you, I find comfort like never before,
You inspire me to sing—my heart does soar.
Perhaps one day, a diamond ring may gleam,
But for now, I’ll cherish each shared dream.
Through thick and thin, in warmth or cold,
Your body, a masterpiece, more precious than gold.
There’ll be moments of sadness, that’s true—
But I’ll treasure every memory, for they’re with you.
You’re truly unique, always on my mind—
Your caring nature and kindness, I find.
No one is flawless, that’s understood,
But with you, the imperfections are so good.
Soldiers in all military
Sacrifice for you and me
Risking their lives for our own
These heroes need to be shown
We won't forget all they've done
Every daughter every son
That is here or passed away
Is remembered every day
Veiled by clever branches, limbs
silken strands, protecting me
from the eyes who’re like pseudonyms
beckoning with iris’ clever and wild
secreted beneath gossamers, flowing
in whispers of hope for the morn
risking each breathless moment, unknowing
what to expect with the journey’s quest
shrouded by the strands, elusive
like the moment when I knew true pain
beyond the shadows, so abusive
feeling the fears who reach my soul
concealed from a world who hurries
never allowing my heart to heal
these wisps of melancholic flurries
remember locks who write the songs
unseen by those who might discourage me
each curl, each tress, each quiet tuft
silences the fears who seem to guarantee
expressing myself means letting go
hidden by the mane who drifts, curving
sinuous and graceful, a layer of shelter
always protecting and preserving
so I have refuge, a haven, a secure home
unseen, my eyes hide beneath the maze
a mane of defense, shielding me from foes
those who might not understand my gaze
only see the pain and never what I gain
Ordinary days, just like before,
No one knows the feeling of being ignored.
It's always that one who makes the heart beat fast,
In every way, giving the heart a blast.
That someone is too far from reality,
The impossible hits differently.
Too good to be true to notice,
Even in the smallest way, there's no space.
It’s always you that gives a butterfly.
It’s you that brings a fast-forward to imply.
Gives the benefit of the doubt to try,
Risking something just to be with you and cry.
You’re my “what ifs” sometimes,
And also, you’re my “at least” every time.
It’s better to give a little shot,
Than to give the negative and make a plot.
How did you get here, little one?
You are such a contrast to these dead leaves and sticks
They are gray, tan, and ugly
You are a misfit in the world of the unseen.
You usually fit onto a rearview mirror of a car.
I cannot see anyone wearing you as an eyepatch
I doubt you fell off someone’s backpack.
Wait a second, here is a thought.
A persnickety camper who attaches an air freshener to his backpack?
I smile at this absurd idea.
Should I leave you here for others to discover?
Or should I pick you up, risking my life, for you might be germy.
Playing it safe, I take a photo and leave her there to delight other writers.
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