The blossoming themes of bright colours,
They rise like the morning sun
on a spring day,
On sunbeams they ride in
and nourish my thirsting thoughts;
Like roses they unfold
and spread delicate beauty;
reflecting light from the horizon.

Trough the day
capturing photon after photon;
growing inner light.

Evening,
when darkness rains from above;
my flowers shine their brightest
and inner light
spreads upon the world.

A word of hope to those of you
Who try and try but never get your due
Channel your thoughts and all of your strength
To do the job the way it was meant

For one can see and you must agree
That deadwood will always be
In time you'll get a helping hand
So you must learn the tree will bend
Don't let them break you, stand your ground
No matter who they send to hound

This is easy for me to say
Because I've already had my day

What's in a name? she hathaway of asking.
At the mere utterance of your name
my stomach chruns with acidic bile,
my heart palpitates at an anxious pace,
my thoughts, finally free are chained once again when those syllables enter
my mind which becomes flooded one more time by the memory
of you.
Memories of the innocent love we shared and the agony that resulted when you ripped yourself out of my life.
So what's in a name?
More than I care to recall.

When from the Deck of Life
You seem dealt a bitter hand,
Do not show concern;
For when You hold
Your bets in place,
If You do not win,
You’ll learn.

And if You lose,
You will not fail;
For Life holds so much more
Than the face that’s on a Queen of Hearts
Or the club that’s on a Four.

You cannot love the cards you hold,
Nor the chips to place your bet;
But if you learn to play the game,
You’ll be a winner yet!

Is this my life?
I carry my life
In others’ pockets
And fear the strength of my own

I’ll accept my freedom
Be happy and whole
And then I’ll slowly let it go

Reality is my Father
Narrow-minded and demanding
Cold and distant
Critiquing my nature

For not being his

How many years
How many ages will I live

As my Father.

Time Is Going On Slowly slowly time is going on,
And my life is going on,
Some talks that I can't say,
So My heart is blow on ,
Slowly slowly time is go on,
And my life is go on,
My life is weight for myself
And the happiness is go on,
Slowly slowly time is go on,
And my life is go on
Some promises of others,
Like a bubbles When the wind comes
The bubbles are going on
Slowly slowly the time is go on
And my life is go on,
You are in my life
Those thoughts are go on
Slowly slowly the time is go on
And my life is go on I cannot miss u ever,
You like to miss me,
These words are going on,
Slowly slowly time is go on,
And my life goes on

A thunderous silence
breaks through my thoughts.
What was once many great ideas
is now a triumph, lost.

Baffling words tumble through my mind.
Reflections of darkness hover.
A disturbing peacefulness beckons to me,
and inside myself, I take cover.

What would it be like to stay there forever?
To be lost in all my cares?
From the inside, looking out -
I cry silent tears.

Wedding Poems