"Angels"
Current mood: grateful
Category: Writing and Poetry

'what do you really seek?'

a guardian who watches over all.....

in times of trouble and sadness,

someone watches you ever so closely....

in other times.

you wonder why things are such as they are....

is it a thought, a petal from a flower

or the shoulder of a dear friend?

how about a note from afar?

you never know when the angels

are among you...

guiding you along and giving hope

to whomever is in need at the time....

an angel always seems to appear...

when all is either lost or

in total darkness....

a light, a hand,

or just a touch to let you know...

things will be alright in the

presence of angels....

just you wait and see.....

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"Waiting"
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Blogging

A solemn thing that everyone does sometime in life...

you wait and wonder what will come next?

time knows all things better than you......

and yet, life just keeps moving on...

some things do change,

some things never change,

for you are just that one constant in life.....

you want things to fall into place,

for they never do at your behest....

everything happens in its proper

time and place....

while you are just waiting....

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"Space"
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Writing and Poetry

..

I have to lay down to look up....

"What do I truly find?"

Stars, celestial bodies, and multicolored lights as many as....

the 'naked' eye can see...

the lights and the colors go on forever....

will the space ever end?

Are there boundaries

like that within the mind?

You know what is up there...

yet, you always wonder.

Everything has a time and purpose, 

for we are all small parts to

the greater picture.

The bigger question is why?

There is no rhyme or reason...

people have doubts, fears, hopes

and worries that just boggle

the mind.

You just want to make some sense of it...

where do things start?

where do things end?

The wanderings of the mind are like

that deep, dark expanse we call space.

A wonderment to behold......

"Why?"  

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"Friends do wonder"
Current mood: touched
Category: Writing and Poetry

"The friends say, where is he?"

I have been far and wide,

but really right where I have been always.

Near and dear to your thoughts and minds,

and wondering what are they doing?

Are they sad, mad, pissed, giddy,

happy, frisky, thoughtful or reflective?

The mind wanders trying to

figure out which path that must be taken...

can I go it alone or will or few

friends come for a walk with me?

In the end,

the choices made in this

present time....

will be mine when I take that step in

a new direction....

all I ask for at this time...

is just a little comfort, joy, happiness,

thoughtfulness, kindness and encouragment that only

friends can truly provide....

"I just wonder what they are thinking now?"

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"the days roll on"
Current mood: blah
Category: Writing and Poetry

The day changes from one to the next...

yet, the sun rises in the east,

eventually, the sun will finally fall in the west.

"How far can a person really go?"

There are limitations you know,

you can't bend, you can't lift,

or you can't twist....

the body is a delicate thing you know....

"What is a person to truly do these days?"

The only thing I know to do is just wait.....

the days just roll along.

Oh, the rain, the rain brings on  the pain...

yet, we truly need the rain to nourish the

the earth.

Now, only if the body could

'heal' like the drops of sunlight

and moonlight that bathe this celestial

ball we call home.

The days will roll on....

one day blends into another....

the time will come when

the body will say...

"you are yourself again"

Oh, I cannot wait

until that day finally comes.

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Another Friday Night....
Current mood: aggravated
Category: blessed... Writing and Poetry

Once upon a time,

I had many friends on the Space....

and, some I would like to meet,

touch, talk and keep company with

for the longest if they let me....

And then, one Friday night,

for the night was clear and

not a mouse was stirring....

yet, a poet riding a bike home...

thinking about the next day...

then....everything change....

bike was "touched" by a moving vehichle...

"What do you think happened?"

a poet could have made his last writing..

but, the kindness of a stranger or two...

helped me to survive the night.....

knocked "out" and lost an hour....

"where did the time go?"

Funny thing happens when

the light go out for a time...

when the poet awoken...

early Saturday morn...

to the delight of

nurses, paramedics and

the "creatures" who roam the

hall of a hospital say,

"He is awake and conscious, among

the land of the living again."

I don't remember a "damn" thing...

the grey matter was "tossed"...

no cuts, no wounds,

only abrasions and scratches...

yet, the body let me know....

you are truly 'mortal' indeed....

sore neck with a brace.....

sore shoulder and elbow...

deep thigh and leg bruise...

but, people wondered?...

where is the blood?

His helmet saved him to tell the tale.....

on the mend....

touch and go....

young body, but I feel old now.....

must take it nice and slow....

and then, I will be good as new...

now, only if I can get rid

of the bills that come this way....

those things happen

when the night was clear....

on another Friday night....

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"The Little One"
Current mood: sleepy
Category: Writing and Poetry

the little one has been around forever,

she will sing when she is happy.

but, every now and then,

she is sad because home is where her heart is.

She cherishes the life she brings into the world,

and she mourns the ones who are no longer here.

Woman borne of two cultures....

she remembers the ancient land,

and, she learns from the new land.

The children are all her heart,

but, the grandchildren are a gift to behold.

Is she  young at heart?

her blood runs ancient,

but her brood keeps her heart young forever.

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"The Morning Light" (Repost)
Category: Writing and Poetry

What do you see when you finally awake in the morn?"

"Or when you finally drift off to sleep before the approaching dawn?"

The morning light greets you not really with open arms...

yet, you know that it is light outside....

maybe bright, maybe sunny,

maybe cloudy, maybe gray,

but the morning light is just the light

to mark the beginning of a new day

or the ending of the night....

"What does your mind feel?"

"What does your body feel?"

Time has no meaning by the morning light....

it is just there....

for you to look, ponder,

curse, enjoy, wonder

what the light of the day will bring your way...

follow the morning light and see where it takes you....

listen for a moment....

soft stillness is there 

for you to let in.... 

the morning light.

Currently listening : A Day Without Rain By Enya Release date: 21 November, 2000

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"Young Girl"
Current mood: understimulated
Category: Writing and Poetry

The young girl growing in the world,

she is  slowly blossoming into a woman.

She was a child once,

a child full of innoncence finding

her way in the world.

She has played games and

told many stories full of fantasy.

"What does she really want?"

Her childlike innoncence will always stay...

but, she will become a woman of the world now.

A little bud that needed to be nurtured,

now, a promising flower full of bloom.

May her heart stay with her always,

never forget the lessons you learned

along the way.

A young "bud" once called a girl,

now, a promising flower called a woman.

a world you never truly seen awaits...

"What will her heart find?"

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"Butterflies" (repost)
Current mood: bummed
Category: Writing and Poetry

They always start out slow,

the ugliest, creepest thing you see....

Green, white, yellow or black you see...

the catepillar is not the most graceful of

all insects, for it crawls and gnaws it way up to

the bud of a a flower.

A haven of safety to shield itself from

the world for a time...

What is in the silky, soft cocoon you say?

The ugliness becomes the most beautiful

that you will ever see....

All colors of the spectrum....

for people wait, watch and see....

the flight of the butterfly 

to add gorgeous scenery

to all the blooms, flowers and tree...

So light, so silky, so free...

"Don’t you wish just this once?"

You are the butterfly? 

Currently listening : The Rhythm of the Saints By Paul Simon Release date: 27 July, 2004

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