Perspective starts today!

The rain falls,
My heart listens
What is here for me today?
What is this time I have;
how do I use it well, use it right?
The smoke billows from my lungs and I ponder
What if this was it, this last moment, this last word, this last breath in my lungs, this last hello?
What if all I had was moments and those moments were the only testament to the life I lived?
What would I have to say for myself?
As the raindrops fall on my cheeks I am reminded of the tangible beauty in life.
The things I take for granted, the gods and idols I form out of selfish ambition and vanity.
The places I run to and hide that don't secure me.
The arms I seek shelter in but only break me.
What am I doing?
Stop. Hold on. Breath, keep going.
Realize the beauty in the breakdown,
The joy in the moments,
The fulfillment in the tears.
This is what shapes me, molds me, makes me, breaks me...
So I am broken into peices so I can grow from the ashes.
Perspective starts now.

Loving you

What can I say, you changed me.... From the outside in from the inside out, you made me see what was missing in me. I found truth when I looked at you, in your eyes I found strength. A million miles and mountains couldn't move me, but at your word I'd fly away to you. You don't see what I see, you don't know what I know of your soul. Something I hold the closest to me and I never plan on releasing. The stars aligned, kismet, the day we met and it was like all the worlds I me ever known came together in that spot and it became apparent to me that you, my dear, were all I'd ever want. The funny thing with love though, is that it changes you, your very being, your roots, your core. And whether or not it's reciprocated is invalid, all that matters is that the act of love itself has taught us. Loving you taught me to be selfless, to be kind, to give and not expect to receive, to breathe, to love being me, to be wild and take risks. You've shown me how to love not because you loved me back but because I loved your soul. That's all anyone could ask for... You have me a precious gift... The gift of knowing how to love, and mostly, how to love myself. Of all things love has the most power, and when we allow ourself to truly love someone else, we become our true selves.

True hearts see.,.

Some say love is blind,
Quite unkind,
Cause true hearts see, transparently.

Love perceives the weakness and the flaws
Somehow overcomes and out pours.

Love runs hot,
Sometimes cool,
Sometimes wise,
Sometimes a fool.

Love perceives the weakness and the flaws
Somehow overcomes and outposts

Only one

Waves crash down, boundaries break, and I'm left all alone on the shore. A Million miles from my heart,waiting to be found. Rescue me, romance my soul, come intertwine me with passion, hold my heart steady and strong, I know you will be gentle. Come find me, only one!

the writer

I am intrigued, I am stolen

a piece of me has flown to you

and I don't know what to do...

or if I want it back.

I hang on your words

and I become myself with you.

you take what I say to heart

and you see me as I am

the writer, writing a love song on my heart...

has captured my attention and now I must

let the moments come as they may

I can't waste a minute.

you had me at hello...

Leaves

Leaves, Leaves, Leaves,
Falling down all around.
Wind whips them off their trees
and they whirl through the air
not knowing whrere they'll land.
Sometimes these leaves remind me of my heart.
I used to know the feeling.

I used to feel the breeze, i used to let it move me.

leaves, leaves, leaves
falling down all around.
Vibrant colors full of life,
each leaf its own music,
each raindrop its delight.
Joy fills these leaves.


I know these leaves are like my heart.

I used to be vibrant and full of life.

I used to be my own muse. I used to have joy.


So...just like these leaves who know how to sing their own songs.
who know how to be beautiful just as they are,
I know I am what they are.


Instead of becoming what was, I will love what is.

leaves, leaves, leaves
falling down all around.
the wind dances with them,
the branch says, "Goodbye."
The old was good, but now is gone,
making room for more beautiful leaves to come

The world in My persepective

The sadness of the world -
it haunts me
like an unrelenting dream.
The deapth of people's souls so
wreaked, so rotten, so sold.
People devoured by judgement,
swept away by desire,
rottened by pleasure.

What is this place?
what runs our hearts?
What evil lurks in the catacombs of our beings?

Then, I look at my children,
I see their innocent faces,
the wonder in thier eyes.
Then I see the world they live in.
So dark, so putrid, so frail.
The majetic and the grand,
the beautiful things,
are clogged by lies and cheating and greed.

I wish that we could all be like the children,
so free of evil,
doubt
lust
pride
judgment
fear...
I wish we could all be like these faces I see
full of life,
if only they knew this world like I do
If only they knew...
i'mm scared to death!

Thankfully, there's hope in my heart, breath in my lungs, and freedom in my dreams. Thankfully, I know the way out!