Is this as far as we go?
This seemingly promising egg
Laid by the keen hopes of love
Rearing deliberate cracks...
Is this how far froth
Kisses my feet?
Will not come much further
And envelope my entirety in it's grasp?
Is this the end of promised
Rain on drought?
See, how deep the dryness
Has eaten into earth!
The bell has lost its pendulum,
The clock overticks,
Music lingers yet finds no voice
To unleash its waves.
My eyes have clutched the red-mail,
My hearts to be ripped out
If i do not wrestle with the wall,
If i do not lick feet,
Mere feats of a dog.
Am i a dog?
Should i be a dog?
Why should i be a dog?
I am originally man!
Then, the knot is tied.
I have no teeth,
The air made me old enough to loose them.
My fingers are frail, voice caught by wiles,
No voice to hearken to a kind friend.
So here i am in frenzied silence sober,
Looking up to this white statue
With frozen stretched arms,
Hoping to be embraced?
I didn't see you smile today
So the sun forgot to shine
Your the reason the sun came up
Since the day I made you mine
I didn't hear you laugh today
So the world was an empty place
Your laugh was filled with honesty
And defined by simple grace
I didn't feel your touch today
So I truly felt alone
A single heartbeat where once was two
A silence I've never known
I didn't hear your voice today
So the music could not play
Your voice was like a symphony
That caused my soul to sway
I didn't say goodbye today
When they laid you in the grave
I'll miss the you that once was us
And all the love you gave
When this man died, we suffered a big loss.
The man who I'm speaking of was Bob Ross.
We all loved this fantastic painter who had skill.
Some watched him because his voice was tranquil.
A man once said that listening to Bob's voice was like taking Demerol.
When he died so young, people were both saddened and appalled.
On the day of his death, the world had a day that was black.
He was taken from us too soon and sadly he won't be back.
(DEDICATED TO BOB ROSS WHO DIED JULY 4, 1995.)
Your eyes, I feel them looking
Eternally they peer away
I wish that I could capture them
I wish, I hope, I pray
But no, they look not for me
They look for someone, true
With a love to give well, always
That is what, is meant for you
Your lips and tongue, they call out
I hear them on the breeze
A voice that’s like no other
That brings me to my knees
But no, they call not to me
Your voice calls for someone, true
May he have the love you seek, my dear
That is what, is meant for you
Your hands, they reach to touch so much
With eagerness, they wish to feel
Their softness is wonderfully caressing
They can make a broken heart heal
But no, they reach not for me
They feel for that someone who
Can touch you as you touch him
That is what, is meant for you
A face like yours should be etched in the sky
for the world to know you and see your smile
your eyes pierce the soul make a man cry
your voice makes it all worth the while
A bueaty like yours somthing so pure
Do i deserve take in this sight
your voice is a savior like the long lost cure
i cant get close your soul is so bright
not even heaven has seen such a face
if i should look away im afraid i might weep
so close to you my ugliness seems so outa place
your face is there when i dream when i sleep
the warmth you share with just a glance
fills my soul with love and glee
ill never say i love ill never get the chance
i think of you daily but youve never seen me
in my dreams you have always been mine
for a thousand years till the end of time
i will wait forever till you give me the sign
you are my life my neverending sunshine
As the voice of darkness
Fades into the deep recesses of my heart
already laden with the temper tantrums
of everyday life,
I see your face in the fading light
Bright, blooming....
Breaking the shackles of time.
I listen to your voice in the
awakening of dawn,
In the chirping of birds,
Laden with a promise of a better tomorrow
A tomorrow without Death
Without misery
Without disease
Without sadness
Without the gruesome rape of life
A tomorrow full of promises
Full of hope
Full of life
I hear your voice
Even when you don’t speak
I hear you…..
I hear….. the sound of silence
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