every day

every day i open my eyes
i am grateful for this prize
the air, the ground
everything around
each sensation
each emotion
every feeling
every notion
i want to touch
it all so much♥

how to

how to follow the trail of pain
what to do
when it starts again
how to keep it all
at bay
when it never
goes away

a thimble full

a thimbleful of love

what does that weigh

and where does it go

when it goes away

a thimble full of trust

so hard to earn

and too easy to lose

when love is spurned

a thimble full of hope

circled round our hearts

where will we be

if that inner glow departs

a thimble full may seem quite

small

but it is infinite

as one cannot measure

what is contained,

in it

as life

as life slips thorugh our fingers,
unable to grasp
we savor each moment
with tenuous clasp

rainbows

we all have a rainbow
the spectrum
runs wild
we all are illuminated
by our inner child

blessings

sometimes i cannot breathe
when i so want to fly
i take what i receive
and i never ask why
i just hope for tomorrow that
the air will be clear
and thank the creator
for everyday i am here

in blissful

in blissful dreams
and gentle sleep
she walks in safety
no tears to weep
noone to hurt her
nor cause her fear
even as the waking
hours near

pathes

find a path you can follow
carve a path you can set
be prepared for a challenge
the ones of now
and those not
yet met♥

your heart

your heart has the wings of a butterfly
as they open and close,
soar and fly
flitting gently from place to place
sending soft magic into
every space♥

in wistful silence

in wistful silence
i watch you sleep
lost in your world
so cozy and deep

no hand of man

man can try to ply his art
but no hand of man can
make clouds part
and cause the sun
to burst right through
...followed by crystal clear
skies of blue
no hand of man
can make the sea
teeming with its
own life diversity
nor build a snow capped
mountain high
a sandy desert
parched and dry
our creator knows
what is, was
and is looming
we are no more
than the creation
that he calls human

in a

in a moment of quiet,
the inner world can
be deafening

birth

we enter a room
both dark and cold
we are not sure
we want to comply
with what we
were just sold
but we work
all the exits
we know the way
in
we think we are players
but that argument
wears thin

in dark

in dark and deep i long to sleep
no sounds no silence
not a peep

the room

the room is dark
i cannot get out
i am too tired
to try to
shout

musica y corazon

in every note
every sound
a memory lives
music sometimes
wounds
but it always
forgives♥

so far

i am
you are
that is a
good start
so far♥

worth it!!!!

life is a struggle
life can be tough
there are times when
you feel that
you have had enough
...but just as the
sun must turn
into the moon
a new day will
open
with its own
brand new tune
so shake off the sadness
be ready to smile
inside all of us, gladness
though it can
take a while♥

innerora real is

into my energies
i closed my eyes
shut out all thoughts
looked deep inside
a palette of color
in splendid hues
from deepest reds
to darkest blues
soulful purple
oranges high
vibrant yellows
that touch the sky
within this soulful
meditation
a love of life
and the great spirit's
creations

have

have the sweetest of dreams
the softest of nights
be cradled with care
by the moon's
gentle light

how

how does it feel to be the one
the one who counts
who means more than fun
the one who lives in each
beat of his heart
...the one from whom he
could not bear to part
the one who lingers
though time tries to
erase
the one he sees
when he looks
at
your face

while

while not in any form
of philosophical pursuit
i find my inner senses
harboring questions, astute

fall...

in the rustling of leaves
sweet scents of autumn
sun drenched skies
peppered with puffy
greyish october clouds,
...i find myself...

compassion learned

compassion learned
compassion innate
once man that
corner, turned
it is never too late
kindness grows
in a fertile heart
an agile mind
and that is
a good start

chanson

how many times do you hear a song
do you play it loud
do you play it long
but each time it touches
each time it heals
each time is never enough
but each time is so real♥

the world is a circle

the world is a circle
in places broken
tears in silence
words not spoken
faces turned
...feet walking away
lovers spurned
without having
their say
lost not found
and foundering, lost
hearing yet no sound
free but not without cost

esperanza

close your eyes
close them tight
make a wish
for a peaceful night
and in the morning
when your eyes
are starting
to open
keep all your
dreams in your heart
and your heart,
forever hoping

is out there

HIStory
HERstory
truth prevail
if only people
would follow
its trail

freedom beseech

freedom of speech,
at times quoted,
in haste
is not freedom from hatred
and its expressions
in bad taste
freedom from hearing
that which may offend
without tolerance,
endearing
the hate will never end
religion and credo
should be of personal choice
one’s relationship with god
dwells within their inner voice

may the

may the light of the moon
shade your eyes
may the twinkling starlight
forever surprise
may the love of sunlight
warm your bones
may you always feel loved
and never alone

love enlight

love enlighten
love please teach
anyone frightened
it is never too far
...to reach♥

rain

rain can be seen as a
nasty greeting
cold and damp
but it is a discomfort, fleeting
hiding behind this unpleasant
...shroud
is a brilliant, smiling sun
about to emerge
from the clouds ♥

lovespend

it only matters what we do
not what we wear
not how much
money we went through
what matters is how we
...spend our time and our hearts
by spending kindly
we are spending, smart

dream

dream free dream wild
dream like an innocent
undamaged child
dream as if each
day is the last
...daylight awakens
dreams end so fast

uni-verse

in the greater scheme of it all
now matter how big our lives are
we are still
very small

tears are

tears are the jewels
of a broken soul
love and laughter
the tools
that will make it
whole

the autumn

the autumn in its smokey mystery
through eons, rewriting history
the grey lit sky
the musty air
cascading leaves
on the ground, everywhere
a color chart of red golden hues
earth bound in part
as they dance on our shoes