but something had changed, or was changing. everything always did, no matter how much he loved what he had. the only redemption would be if all the tumbling and rearrangement were to mean something. but he was aware of no pattern. if there were one great equality, one fine universal balance that he could understand, then he would know that there were others, and that someday the curtain of the world would lift onto a sunny springlike stillness and reveal that nothing - nothing - had been for naught, neither the suffering of all the children that he had seen suffering, nor love that ends in death: nothing.
Times may be tough, and times may be rough.
We can make it thru, with out getting roughed.
Life may throw us on a loop, or even through a messed up route.
All we can do, is keep plugging along.
So we may sing, our life’s song.
We may choose, to sing this song.
Even before we, hear the gong.
Or we may choose, to ignore the song.
What ever the choice, we may choose.
Will live forever, in our memories.
Until our lives, will fade away.
Some may say, that we move on.
Although we know, our memories will go on.
Every day, reminding us.
Of what we choose, and what we gained.
One choice of mine, left me heart broken.
I lost a love, and also a child.
My ex decided, to hurt me bad.
Now all I am left with, is to be sad.
Anger did come, when I found out.
What had happened, when I was out.
There was no love, from her to me.
Not even for the child, or what it could be.
The child was my love, that I lost.
Just three weeks ago, is when I found out.
That she miscarried, purposely.
My heart was ripped, and shredded alive.
I must move on, and live with out.
Hearing the words daddy, from this child of mine.
I do know, that in due time.
I will see, this child of mine.
In heaven it will be, for my child is an angel.
Watching over me.
This is one of my favorite songs. I sing it in the shower, in the kitchen, in the yard, in the car driving down the road, at work, and sometimes I even sing it in my sleep. Ha Ha. I’ve sung it so many times it’s stuck in my head. I can’t get it out.
You don’t know how you met me
You don’t know why, you can’t turn around and say good-bye
All you know is when I’m with you I make you free
And swim through your veins like a fish in the sea
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Just a memory
in my head
you are (now)
Just a memory
in my head
you are
not any more do i spend
hours and hours thinking
about what i could have said
about what we could have been
not any more do i spend
days and nights dreaming
about the love that we’ll make
about the life that we’ll create
memory in my head
thats all that you are(to me)
memory in my head
thats all that you are
Why am I scared, to stay in love.
Fear of rejection, or even to be shunned.
Love can be, both scary and good.
I am scared to be shunned, and rejected.
I am in love, but scared to death.
For my love is far away, in another state.
With her son, who is learning to skate.
I am scared, that our love will fade.
For our distance is great, and time is short.
Till I make my trip, to the sunshine state.
Love her I do and, love her I will.
Till my dying days, a part of me she will be.
Scared I am, scared I will be.
Until I see, what she has for me.
Her love for me, is strong I know.
All we need, is some time.
To allow our love, to mature and grow.
To hold her hand, and watch the sunset.
My life was dull, but now is bright.
Everything has changed, since we met.
I may be scared, But in love I am.
So I am giving my all, to loving her.
Three poems I have wrote.
One was lost, two were saved.
But to her, is whom I gave.
My heart that is.
So maybe this poem, should be called.
Love or bust.
Today I spend, a day with out love.
Another day spent, with out my Dove.
One more day, I must spend.
Until this short time, will come to an end.
One more day, just one at a time.
Is how I must, look at this time.
Too hard it is, to think of how long.
We must spend, apart for now.
Soon we will, walk together.
Arm in arm, and hand in hand.
I love you I do, I cherish you now.
Our talks on the phone, wanting to hold your hand.
Soon we can, walk under the moon.
You can watch, me all but croon.
I care for you, so much I do.
What I want, is to be with you.
Look we may, and look we will.
Although we know, what is our will.
Together we have, given our hearts.
To each other, although miles apart.
You have mine, and I have yours.
Though we may have, work and chores.
The hearts we hold, are mine and yours.
You know who you are, and in just time.
Together we’ll be, inseparable in due time.
Our love for now, can only be told.
In due time, our love will be bold.
Together in life, is what I want.
To spend our day’s, holding hands.
My love for you, Is what I flaunt.
Every time I hear your voice, it sounds as heavenly bands.
To hear your voice, comforts my soul.
To hear you speak, makes my soul weep.
I love to hear, the sounds of your sleep.
In due time, together we may sleep.
Ending this now, I must do.
So I may talk, to my lovely boo.
You are my life.
You are my day.
You are my light.
You are my way.
You make me laugh.
You make me cry.
You make me smile.
You make me sigh.
You I want to see when I wake up.
You I want to see when I go to sleep.
As I look at you, when you sleep.
All I think, is just one more peep.
I’m lost in your ways.
Lost in your days.
Lost in your look.
Just like in a good book.
I can never seem, To get enough.
Especially when, I try to be tough.
I want to laugh, I want to cry.
All I want, is to be by your side.
I see now, that you’ll be there.
Right by my side, by taking the dare.
You know the price, yet you don’t care.
I am thankful, that you’ll be there.
We can say a million words.
But none can compare.
To a beauty and compassion,
That shows you care.
My grandmother died last Saturday afternoon. I want to share her favorite song “He walks with me”
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by Anne Murray. My great-grandmother used to sing this to my grandmother when she was a little girl. My sister sweet_one4now wrote her a poem. I would also like to share a poem I wrote for my grandmother while she lay dying in the hospital.
Death as it comes.
For a few days, death is here.
For one we love, a new life is near.
74 yrs, it will be.
Such a wonderful time, not only for me.
When she will pass, it will hurt us dear.
The time we have spent, she’s shown no fear.
We love her so much, it hurts so bad.
But in heaven, we know she’ll be glad.
Tough times will come, from this trial so great.
Tribulations will come, but we will not break.
Hot summer days, a picnic in the grass.
These are the memories, that will surely last.
Laughter and tears, both we have seen.
Milking the cows, and churning the cream.
Picking up eggs, and cooking the beans.
Washing the laundry, and drying the jeans.
So many memories, most of them will last.
Never can we forget, our wonderful past.
Tough times we have seen, but we’ve made it through.
Stronger we’ve got, this much is true.
A door will close, so very soon.
A new one will open, on a bright moon.
One we may lose, that we love so dear.
Another will come, with in a year.
end of poem
And something i would like to add:
“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life. John 3:16″
but something had changed, or was changing. everything always did, no matter how much he loved what he had. the only redemption would be if all the tumbling and rearrangement were to mean something. but he was aware of no pattern. if there were one great equality, one fine universal balance that he could understand, then he would know that there were others, and that someday the curtain of the world would lift onto a sunny springlike stillness and reveal that nothing - nothing - had been for naught, neither the suffering of all the children that he had seen suffering, nor love that ends in death: nothing.
This is one of my favorite songs. I sing it in the shower, in the kitchen, in the yard, in the car driving down the road, at work, and sometimes I even sing it in my sleep. Ha Ha. I’ve sung it so many times it’s stuck in my head. I can’t get it out.
