be daring, be bold, be yourself always
be fearless in everything you do
throw yourself into your own truth
brazenly blaze a new way
listen to your voices
imagination
party hearty
reinvent
create
play
I look at my hands, so small and slight,
just one face in a crowded, rushing room.
I am a quiet footprint in the dust,
easily swept away,
a brief, passing second
in someone else's busy day.
Sometimes I feel like a flickering match—
so easy to blow out, so simple to miss.
But inside this fragile, quiet frame,
my heart is a heavy, wide-open door.
It keeps a fire burning through the night
just in case you need a place to warm your hands.
It is a shelter with room for everything you carry,
a small chest holding an entire ocean
of endless, unconditional care.
I am so tiny,
yet I have enough space inside me to love you forever.
My daughter, my created blessing,
you are a gift I never could have made alone.
From the very first moment I held you,
I knew my heart had found its greatest treasure.
My unconditional love
is yours forever—no conditions, no limits.
It does not fade with time or distance.
It simply grows stronger with every year.
You will always be my baby,
no matter the age.
Whether you are small enough to fit in my arms
or tall enough to stand on your own,
that truth never changes.
I am always your home.
You are always welcome.
Come with your laughter or your tears.
Come with your victories or your quiet worries.
This door stays open. This heart stays ready.
Very grateful to God for the gift
that is you.
Every day I thank Him for the chance
to love you, guide you, and watch you bloom.
Wherever life takes you,
this love stays the same.
You will always have a place to return to—
safe, warm, and full of the love that began the day
you became my created blessing.
we learn from our own experiences
most of us believe what we have lived
you may see what no one else sees
our feelings are not the same
we each live our own truth
knowing what we know
variety
perspective
unique
truth
No one lies awake at night,
wondering where I am,
or why I haven't called.
No one fears losing me.
No restless heart waits,
To hear my voice.
No one notices the silence,
When I'm gone.
I was never the place
Someone was afraid to lose
Or wanted to be
Never home.
I could disappear quietly
And their world keep turning.
My chair empty
My name unspoken
Maybe eventually--
Someone wouldn't even remember
Someone was once there.
The cruelest part isn't being left behind.
It's realizing that...
No one would notice
I was never there to begin with.
So I sat smaller
Quieter
Easily forgotten
A shadow
The heart no one longs for
An absence
Even before I am gone.
Morning sunlight, beaming your name
Early morn dew, steaming like flame
Clouds curled blue, tinged in orange kiss
Your lips I keep, your face I kiss
Beasts of the East, flying with ease
Feasts of geese, heartwarming like bees
Your skin dipped on honey-glazed peas
Your lips I keep, your face I kiss
Afternoon sunlight, your face lit
Winds of open sea, your lips split
Smiling with trees, your scent I miss
Your lips I keep, your face I kiss
How it feels, to touch the knowledge
That reveals the magic power
See me fluting in the foliage
Like Henry Rousseau’s Snake Charmer
Though no snake crawls up enticed
While I play El Condor Pasa
That’s for better, I surmised
And the wind blew stronger, gusting
Clouds of the pink and blue
Changed their forms with every second
Then I saw the face of you
Laughing : now you got me beckoned!
As I smiled back to reply
Blue turned grey and pink turned red
Withered leaves spun in the sky
Falling on your flower bed..
tattoos up and down arms, called sleeve
give skin a rest, a little reprieve
A gradually setting sun,
In denial for night to fall,
A frightening eternity, despite the attempting stars.
Returning presence of despair,
concludes absence of the light.
Ominous signals from the receptor of a pseudo reality
That there’s no more collagen left to repair
To hold your heart back together;
to deem you warm
For those whom the sun will rise for,
for those who see the stars
Hate them.
The stars are dead anyway
Your biggest star appears to be, too
Some find comfort in the cool wind
But you know,
you’ll forever be in this blizzard
The cracks of a voice spill as your head rests on my shoulder
As I face forward,
and your eyes, behind me.
Our arms wrapped one another,
you dig for the warmth
although it is already surrounding you
But you’re in the glaciers, now
The receptor proves to remain on cooldown
For I, am an attempting star.
To express through words,you
dance with poetry
You strike a chord and you sing
With a low, soft voice
a gentle humming sound that drifts into the clouds
You sing a love a song for your beloved
Sing,sing for your beloved
Just like a bird platmying melodies
The rhythm, the rhythm of the song
As a sweet,the beautiful melody
Wake up
You soothe your voice like a bird
That chirps
You play a beautiful melody
Starting a song all of a sudden
dancing to songs of joy and celebration
A short time filled with happiness
Humming always with pure joys
A song to put a body to sleep
As a sweet,beautiful melody
Wakes up
Call me on, I need to know
How it goes so far away
If you send me your hello
I’d be knowing you’re OK
Give me little reassurance
Just a sign from the unknown
That would be a great occurrence
I shall keep it to my own
If you tell me where you are
I’d be following your way
It could be you’re not too far
Maybe closer with each day..
The voice in your head
There is a voice in your head that just wont go away
Dose that voice in your head tell you what to say
Can that voice in your head make you happy or sad
Will that voice in your head eventually drive you mad
How does that voice in your head know to speak
Is that voice in your head talking because you’re weak
Why is the voice in your head and who let it in
When did you first hear the voice, why did it begin
Who’s voice is in your head? Can you even tell
Where does it come from, heaven or it might be hell
We all hear a voice in our head. Speaking at any time.
Yours might talk differently to the one I have in mine
To the voice in your head, you beg and then you plead
The voice only laughs because on your mind It feeds
when the time comes when I’m old and at death’s door
I will be at rest and the voice will speak no more
By George P. Lumayag
The dark clouds are hovering my beauty.
Though I’m lonely
but the clouds are kissing and hugging me.
No doubt my beauty shines at nightfall.
Then the wind hugs me
and it bumps on me at daylight.
No doubt my beauty
leads away.
As I go with the wind
And we fly high up in the sky to dream of the best flight.
the day begins at morning light
rooster crowing, terrific sight
five to six is this time of day
wake up wake up, it’s time to play
your stomach growls at half past noon
not the liquor, it’s much too soon
soup and salad, excellent choice
add devils food cake, extra moist
timetable is your decision
fulfilling your unique vision
wipe away all despair and gray
dip yourself in prayer, quick sashay
dance, skip, hop, jump, learn your own tune
reach for the stars, swing from the moon
marvelous day, put out the light
sleep well my darling, nighty night
So many memories of you
Flood our minds
From NASCAR to dirt track to model cars
You were a collector of many things
But true love was your greatest treasure
You held it close you held her dear
Your children knew what a great man you were
Tommy you were a special unique soul
A bit of a perv but you knew how to have fun
The memories we share of you will carry us through this difficult time
You journey now begins in the arms of your beloved
Some day we will see you there in heaven
With that unforgettable smile and with out any pain
Catch up on those lost years
And we will see you again down that eternal road of true love that you paved with all your heart
For Thomas Matteson Jr
Gone but never forgotten.
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