Hold on Heart

You have held my heart for years
Of that I have been unaware

I had an epiphany the other day
I want you in my world
But time and distance
Are fighting me, hard

Every day, I wish you were here
Every day, you are not

I try to keep in touch
But each attempt is thwarted
You say you are busy
But I am starting to see the truth

Every day, I wish you were here
Every day, you are not

Every night, you fill my mind
And sleep evades me
I go back to when I last saw you
When you held me close

Every day, I wish you were here
Every day, you are not

I am trying to move on
But the hold you have on my heart
Is vice-like, strong, years deep
Maybe one day, but not today

You have held my heart for years
Of this I am now aware

Now I hold a space for someone else
In the space where you used to be
You are now a distant memory
Someone who flashes across my screen

I have let go of you
You held my heart for years
And now I am aware of only the future

Wrapped Up

You had me all wrapped up in you
For those few moments I felt I mattered
Them time and space separated
And I realized I was just a distraction

Barren

There is a crack in the sky

where the universe is pouring in

filling up each crevice in the

barren wasteland

There is a crack in each heart

where love is leaking from

replacing the hate filling this

barren wasteland

There is a crack in her voice

where her fear is escaping

being replaced by courage to

take on this barren wasteland

Speechless

They told us

life is never that simple

we told them

only because you make it

so very hard

They told us

beauty could not be made

then we showed them

the words in our hearts

painting visions of grandeur

leaving them speechless

They told us

love is only conditional

we taught them

that love does not

have limitations

that they were the ones

selfishly hoarding their love

We taught them

and left them speechless

Someday, Maybe

You told me

“Someday, maybe”

I believed you

You told me

“You are beautiful, but...”

I believed you

You told me

“Forever is too long”

I believed you

You told me

“I found someone...”

I saw you for the first time

I told you

“So long my love”

I believed in me

Secrets for the Moon

She once told the moon her secrets

in hopes her secrets would be safe

with the man in the moon

the things that spilled from her lips

were secrets she kept locked in her heart

safe from everyone’s sight

She kept her heart locked and threw

away

the

key

Parched

There is hope in the breeze

and love in each raindrop

the parched earth laid out

to receive the moisture

I open my heart to the love

that you have for me

my parched heart ready for

renewal

Farewell

Farewell

to the sorrow

to the pain

to the agony

Welcome

to the love

to the joy

to the pleasure

Boa Constrictor Love

You have a grip on my soul

that I cannot comprehend

I try to rid myself of you

but each time I try to loosen your grip

I feel you squeeze tighter

I beg you

let go, set me free

I cannot live another day with

your boa constrictor love, consuming

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He is Beauty

He laughed a bright, beautiful laugh

it started deep in his chest and spread

like a wildfire in a dry land

his soul so thirsty from years of

Emptiness

Each minute of laughter filled

the cracked, dry land of his soul

joy oozing through and filling

the holes in his beautifully broken soul

His laugh now fills up my being

with joy, love, beauty

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Grace In All Things

A graciousness flows from her being

a beauty in everything she does, says

she is love personified

each expression showing her true self

while many may not see her beauty

it is there in every little thing

that comes from her hands, mind, heart

she is a daughter, mother, lover

the most beautiful of all creatures

in her dreams she is a ballerina

gracefully fluid in movements and voice

and each day she wakes up

she finds that even though

her dreams don't line up with reality

she feels that grace is seeping from her pores

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Pointed Home

She always fought with her fists pointed home

always trying to get back but only losing ground

each hit finding its home in the middle of her soul

each step forward taking everything farther away

She always fought with her fists pointed home

too bad no one told her home was with her the whole time  

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Absence

I know deep down that you are there

but I cannot feel you in my heart

I cannot feel you next to me

the wonderful peace I feel when you're near

is absent, a hole in my being

I cannot feel anything

other than the fear coursing through my veins

your absence steals my breathe

there is a whole in my soul

And then in the stillness

Your voice whispers to me

“I am here, always.”

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At Every Opportunity

At every opportunity look down

so you can help raise someone up

At every turn look for someone

who can teach you something new

At every chance look beside you

to thank the people who have helped you

And always keep your hands open

to accept the blessings (and bad times)

with beauty and grace

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The Battle

Each day was the ending of a nightmare

and the beginning of a horrible dream

light was hiding out of sight

fearing the dark that could consume it

until light broke through the dark

beginning with a pinpoint of light

spreading to consume the darkness

hiding in every corner

darkness losing its battle

to the purity of the light

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You Are

Who am I to say

your the best, the greatest

Who am I to tout

your beauty, your grace

Who am I to claim

you have changed me

Who am I to know

the greatness of your love

Who. Am. I?

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Beautiful Love

if there was one word

to describe who you are

I can only imagine

what it would be

one word can simply

not contain all you are

but one word that comes to mind is: beauty

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Open Wide

each petal unfurls

like the first rays of a sunrise

slow, deliberate, beautiful

each one spreading out

hugging the sun close

like two lovers long separated

each petal the color

of a young girl blushing

on her very first date

standing next to her date

while her dad sizes him up

beauty in each small detail

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First Loves and Such

a third of my life was spent

making memories with you

you are what I remember

when I look back at my childhood

but that is all you have become

a distant memory

that fills me we joy

and a longing I cannot explain

I don't know how else to tell you

but you were my first love

and when you turned your back on me

my heart broke in two

and yet somehow I still love(d) you...

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Two Things to Say

I have two things to say 

one is much harder to say

(than the other)

both can heal 

both can be a lie, hurting

I want to say, "I'm sorry."

and, "I love you."

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Day Won

Each new day
I wake up with hopes
of ending the day a winner

At days end
I usually feel like
I got stuck somewhere
in between
victory and failure

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Once Great

We were once the greatest of these
flaunting our riches for the least of these
we stuffed our pockets full of riches
like greedy birds hoarding all we had
selfishly holding our possessions
with white-knuckled greed
we filled our mouths with haughty words
and painted our faces with pretentious stares
looking down on all those who have naught

then our worlds tilted one degree too far
and our riches started sliding
(slowly at first)
out of our hands
the gravity of our situation took its time sinking in
all the while, our hands tired from gripping our possessions,
started losing their strength
and our things started slipping through our hands like sand
our hands weak from our fear of loosing
grasping for and missing all that was falling away
we couldn't see beyond our loss
to see all the we would gain

with our hearts in our throats
threatening to choke what little life remained in us
and our bodies quaking like an aftershock
we started our long walk forward
reluctantly letting go of the last vestiges of our previous lives
we marched past all those who had claimed to be our friends, allies
with their fingers pointing and their laughter following us home
we, ow humbled, began the awkward dance of finding ourselves...again
humbled and changed (changing)

we were once the greatest of these
now we are the least of these