dare to be different
changing our hold
bold in what we know
the older we grow
wisdom is ours
Ours to behold..
bend like a willow
strong like an oak
Life will be peaceful
as we lighten our yoke..
You leveled the play
in that way of yours
jumbled my heart
got me to stay..
Door is wide open
Haunt me please
Leave your stain
Distinct and different
I’ll not be the same..
The seconds that tick
giving way to the day
creating moments that are rare..
unparalleled – unequal-
unique to their own..
not a given but a
your time like fine wine..
Take it in slow
savor it as it goes..
for if you’re lucky enough to see the value
of the time that entwines you
to those all around you
then you’re free to know
There is no hold
There is no goal
There is no premium on the giving of your soul..
For a moment
For a day
Show me the way..
bring me home to the place I wish to be..
I bleed every time I choose to lose..
my heart has quieted down
no longer wishing to drown..
last fight with my twin
the enemy within
not giving in
victory is my win..
The wrinkles on my soul have made me whole..
I’m strong, I’m weak
I’m right, I’m wrong
I’m all mixed up
But I belong..
Feathers or steel
why not both
They make me real..
Thoughts and memories of days long gone..
nerves and excitement fill the air
while some walk around to shy too share
others are living, walking vibrant stories
waiting to unfold with friends of old..
Father Time we can’t rewind — yet the past is vibrant in their minds..
we see it dancing in their eyes – the joy spills over and for a time
past and present intertwine..
It’s good, it’s right
their hearts delight and they let themselves get lost to the magic of the night..
And the days of old become moments of gold..
crooked or straight
created from life..
past & present
join, intersect and form us..
binding us tight
What we hold near&dear
become our truths..
what we see, what we feel, what we believe to be real
Is how we deal..
it can grow us or
choices to be made..
It is ok and sometimes
it is right to live in the crookeds..
There will be no finding the straights..
For there to be a shadow
There has to be light
let your focus be on the bright..
Burgeoning, flourishing, alive..
each moment budding into a better person..
suddenly aware of how much life is in each moment;
lived or wasted by choice..
the trajectory of the moments changing..
sending me flying into orbit as I discover the many shapes of me..
My heart – a geometry of sorts..
Lines curves and angles all intersecting..
an arrangement of the parts of my heart all stitched together into a beautiful symmetrical love..
battered, bruised and chipped apart
but we are solidly rooted
grounded in love..
misshapen – with an unspoken beauty-
an inward badge of hope, courage and strength..
We stand strong
like the statuesque oak tree that weathers the storms –
as it creaks and moans in its’ twists & turns..
we -too- bend to the mighty winds – growing in wisdom, connecting and forming to other branches – until we are so solid – no force can shake us..
standing firm in our twisted stance – we are beauty –
catching the eyes of passersby
sharing feelings of great expectations and desires of hope..
You speak and the magic begins
The breath of your words enchanting
awakening me to such things I’ve never known..
every fiber of my being
hanging on to every syllable..
craving the melodic sound that is you
the most gentle calling of love
My soul hears you
My heart grows to you
My mind absorbing you
intertwine your hands into mine
Feel what I am
Be drawn in by the magnetic love that is you&I
Where I am weak
You are strong
When I am lost
You are found
Together we are one
Unending loving bond..