Seven Days 'till Bereft

Here I sit in the middle of the night
pen and thoughts randomly in flight

the sky is so dark
the air is so bare..
I wonder who else is alone out there..

the season is Christmas
another years past
patiently waiting..
some don't want it to last

its easy to write and to say what I feel
because through these eyes
the vision is real...

and maybe to some it seems like a rhyme
but hours I noticed ~ words written in time

there are children who are out there
they'll have nothing to get
others walk by them and about them forget..

so think for a moment of those you don't know
you see they walk with us..same road..to and fro..

so find a reason to take from your shelf
as the one who may benefit...may just be yourself..

CHRISTMAS 2011

SOME PEOPLE

Some people give you stregnth each and everyday
Some people take it from you...and gloat on weakness anyway

Some people arouse you in a sensual way
While others want to be a part of..then realize..not today

Some people play music which inspires from within
Some people say no games ~ yet theres is to win

Some people have a path in which they want to walk
Some make it happen, others simply talk..

Some have a direction which becomes an accomplished find
Some create reality without the need to look behind

So look ahead if you dare
run your fingers through my hair
The sense about you is ~ you've always been there
and about you and for you I deeply care..

Its coming up the beginning time
days that were lost we'll make up for and shine

I can't give up and walk away...besides I don't want to anyway

So some people work and make it right
I may be that person..
but its you I wish to be with at night...

October 8, 2011

Facing the SEE

Faces with eyes, although some cannot see
A comment they make, sometimes intuitively
the sense of self is superiority

A judgement they pass
usually callous and crass

Others feelings to them they claim is unknown
perhaps this is why some are comfortable alone

No I don't think its fair about others we do not care
even voicing this opinion ..I took a dare
you see most hide behind a phrase...
I was unaware

So how can it be that most do not see ?
for some its just easier to turn and flee

and when others decide to walk away
the one thats left standing
holds it in anyway...

and should you think some are unaware
I beg your pardon...but most have been there

and somewhere in time should you remember me
think of the words...what I write ~ is what I see

ENDEARING

Its surreal what you hear without saying a word
A language unspoken ~ echoes clearly heard

Interest inspired
truth incapable
of a lie...

Sentimental awareness
It doesn't matter why

Feelings relayed
without being betrayed

Honesty and trust
its not only about lust...
and for this reason alone
reality is a must...

So words written down
the only way I could
these feelings I relay
I hope are understood...

9 eleven

9 eleven

It's 9 11 ~ 10 years past
the grief within forever will last

I'm not sure how or were to begin
searching for answers...the void within

So long is the day
silent the night
the devastation thats been caused
thoughts forever in flight

A typical day and how it began
visions of dust when away they all ran

Planes crashing in to the Towers that day
good-byes never spoken that we were meant to say

I cannot imagine how this violence came to be
the world around...would agree with me

Lives that were lost a tragedy for sure
how much more are we expected ?
how much more to endure ?

Buildings turned to rubble
from the crash of those planes
violence and terror in memory remain

But we won't let you beat us eventhough the pain,
because you see...our loss.....would be your gain

so once again we will stand tall

were AMERICA you see...and it's FREEDOM for all !

PeRfEcT SeNsE

What do you get from a feeling
when everything is unknown
and..
What do you get from a feeling
when you feel so alone

How do you accept the loss of time
when everything about it is sublime

I can see you on the street
keeping the beat
laughing in bed
tickling each other's feet

How do I know away you won't go ?
and in a physical sense lose the chance
to show

What do you see when you look at the journey ?
your road ~ my path
ending a situation that was already too late
you ~ just arriving in the state
Yes, the appeal of the story is fate

Why do I feel these emotions so deep ?
...while in my soul the thought of you is safe
and that I'd like to keep

How is it, I know, that somehow, someway..your there..
and these words that I write..we share
Because you are..as I..and hence
this is why...this all makes

PeRfEcT SeNsE..

PULSE

Raw emotion
not a passing notion

an expression that doesn't pass
it's meaning forever will last

Its what we derive, that keeps us alive
but much more than that
its incentive to strive

A time, a place
A vision we chase
and somewhere in time a memory we can't erase

A feeling to me thats everything but second place
in a constantly moving...rat race

But how does one know
where we will go ?
my answer to this ~ I really don't know

but that doesn't matter
as long as...together we flow