Only a short space of time, yet the 'sense' of home is undeniable, eliciting a myriad of feelings.
Trying to close the distance imposed I became victim to an onslaught of emotional barriers.
You never acquiesced to give birth to the natural flow between us.
Explore its territories.
Instead analyzing every move, thought, sensation, placing doubts upon my disposition.
I know you can't see the diamond in the rough, you're blinded by the phony brilliance of the many cubic zirconias in your view.
Amongst where you seek a precious gem. But you already hold it in your posession.
If only you'd take time to polish it.
I wonder if you know the difference between genuine and counterfeit.
Or is quantity over quality your desire? Either way, your obdurate refusal to respond to the gentle then sometimes pulsing rhythym of our 'sync' is tragic.
Before it's too late will you reread the beautiful prose of 'us'?
Will you polish with your whole heart the magnificence of us?
Or will you continue to deny its existence?
Will you continue to deny that which is undeniable?
Copyright © 2009
Friday, October 14, 2011
Undone
Far from perfect, but so special
A word, a touch, a look, and I come undone
Dreaming of you often, thinking of you always
No word, no touch, no look, and I come undone
Miles between us; who would have known?
Days have forever left us
One word, one touch, one look,and I come undone
It's so easy for others to say "You'll forget in time",
"It's only your imagination"
Your words, your touch, your look..
but I'm still undone
How can I tell you the things I truly feel? How can you not know?
Of something I can't help but show?
How do I know this feeling is real?
It's here in my memory of your words, your touch, your look...
Such power this thing! So many years gone by
And yet.... I come undone.
Copyright © 2009
A word, a touch, a look, and I come undone
Dreaming of you often, thinking of you always
No word, no touch, no look, and I come undone
Miles between us; who would have known?
Days have forever left us
One word, one touch, one look,and I come undone
It's so easy for others to say "You'll forget in time",
"It's only your imagination"
Your words, your touch, your look..
but I'm still undone
How can I tell you the things I truly feel? How can you not know?
Of something I can't help but show?
How do I know this feeling is real?
It's here in my memory of your words, your touch, your look...
Such power this thing! So many years gone by
And yet.... I come undone.
Copyright © 2009
Can you hear
Can you hear…..
my heart crying out to you
Do you not notice the crying of my heart whenever I talk to you?
How it yearns to be loved, needs to be protected by you?
Do you pretend or can you really not hear?
Do you notice? The war that’s being waged
between my heart and my mind because of you?
They tear me apart, day in and day out, never agreeing on but one thing: that one day it won't matter any more...
Do you see this?
Perhaps the best thing is to just let someone who wants to love me, will love me, love me- this is the minds stance
but allowing that love and not giving it back is a hurtful thing, and the heart won't allow another to feel it's same pain
What do I do then, how can I live?
For now, I'll just allow the heart to continue leading, with a certainty knowing, one day it won't matter any more.....
Can you hear my heart crying out to you?
Copyright © 2009
my heart crying out to you
Do you not notice the crying of my heart whenever I talk to you?
How it yearns to be loved, needs to be protected by you?
Do you pretend or can you really not hear?
Do you notice? The war that’s being waged
between my heart and my mind because of you?
They tear me apart, day in and day out, never agreeing on but one thing: that one day it won't matter any more...
Do you see this?
Perhaps the best thing is to just let someone who wants to love me, will love me, love me- this is the minds stance
but allowing that love and not giving it back is a hurtful thing, and the heart won't allow another to feel it's same pain
What do I do then, how can I live?
For now, I'll just allow the heart to continue leading, with a certainty knowing, one day it won't matter any more.....
Can you hear my heart crying out to you?
Copyright © 2009
I Am A Woman
Short, dyed, curled or straight
I wear my hair so that I can relate
I’m curvy, just right, eyes brown- a little lite
Five feet five inches of pure sensual delight
Intelligent and smart, thoughtful and caring
A heart pure as gold, made definitely for sharing
Wisdom beyond years, wise beyond belief
Knowledge to know that too much pride brings much grief
I’m a woman
I am
Always a lady in the streets
I’m ready for whatever
This world brings to greet
Strong yet sensitive
Feminine yet capable
The ability to make your impossibilities
Possible
I’m a woman
I am
Always a lady in the streets
My freaky nature
I save for ‘our’ sheets
Choosey ‘bout who I love
And who I let love me
Cause my value is above
What the majority can pay
I‘m a woman
I am
Sweet and loving in deeds
Fierce and protective
When there’s a need
I’m a woman
I am
No denying that fact
Down with my man
Yeah, I got his back
Sometimes a handful
Sometimes not
I’m made to withstand hard times and troubles
Oh yes, most definitely and delightfully so
I am a woman
Copyright © 2009
I wear my hair so that I can relate
I’m curvy, just right, eyes brown- a little lite
Five feet five inches of pure sensual delight
Intelligent and smart, thoughtful and caring
A heart pure as gold, made definitely for sharing
Wisdom beyond years, wise beyond belief
Knowledge to know that too much pride brings much grief
I’m a woman
I am
Always a lady in the streets
I’m ready for whatever
This world brings to greet
Strong yet sensitive
Feminine yet capable
The ability to make your impossibilities
Possible
I’m a woman
I am
Always a lady in the streets
My freaky nature
I save for ‘our’ sheets
Choosey ‘bout who I love
And who I let love me
Cause my value is above
What the majority can pay
I‘m a woman
I am
Sweet and loving in deeds
Fierce and protective
When there’s a need
I’m a woman
I am
No denying that fact
Down with my man
Yeah, I got his back
Sometimes a handful
Sometimes not
I’m made to withstand hard times and troubles
Oh yes, most definitely and delightfully so
I am a woman
Copyright © 2009
A War Rages Inside
A terrible war is raging inside me.
I so so want to continue to believe in love, to always seek out the 'best' in someone.
My emotions, I don't hide, and if I'm in your corner, something or someone is about to catch h-e-double l.
However, way too many experiences are teaching me that this woman that I am is NOT the woman I need to be.
They're teaching me I need to employ some of the same cold selfish and uncompromising ways that nearly 100% of the time I'm 'handled' with.
I used to wonder why in the world someone would choose a career over love.
I understand that completely now.
I also understand that the more you love someone the easier it is for them to turn their back on you and walk away.
Oh yes, there is so much more that I understand now.
If I said that I am tired, I doubt that anyone could really understand, actually, I hope that they can't (the war again).
But I am. Tired.
I dreamed of one day having another baby. That dream is but a distant memory now, fading fast.
What is this thing called love? The reciprocal of it?
I've known it, but never experienced it.
And why is my 'desire' for it ALWAYS asking TOO MUCH?
Why is my wanting someone to 'treat me as I treat them' taboo?
There is a terrible war raging inside.
There will be a casualty.
Who I am or who pain is creating, there can be no middle road.
Only one can win.
Only one can be allowed to survive.
I'm tired, and a war rages inside
Copyright © 2009
I so so want to continue to believe in love, to always seek out the 'best' in someone.
My emotions, I don't hide, and if I'm in your corner, something or someone is about to catch h-e-double l.
However, way too many experiences are teaching me that this woman that I am is NOT the woman I need to be.
They're teaching me I need to employ some of the same cold selfish and uncompromising ways that nearly 100% of the time I'm 'handled' with.
I used to wonder why in the world someone would choose a career over love.
I understand that completely now.
I also understand that the more you love someone the easier it is for them to turn their back on you and walk away.
Oh yes, there is so much more that I understand now.
If I said that I am tired, I doubt that anyone could really understand, actually, I hope that they can't (the war again).
But I am. Tired.
I dreamed of one day having another baby. That dream is but a distant memory now, fading fast.
What is this thing called love? The reciprocal of it?
I've known it, but never experienced it.
And why is my 'desire' for it ALWAYS asking TOO MUCH?
Why is my wanting someone to 'treat me as I treat them' taboo?
There is a terrible war raging inside.
There will be a casualty.
Who I am or who pain is creating, there can be no middle road.
Only one can win.
Only one can be allowed to survive.
I'm tired, and a war rages inside
Copyright © 2009
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Never quit...
When you fall off a horse/bike, you get back up and try again....and you don't stop until you 'get it'. When you fall off 'love' (heartbreak)...you get back up and try again....and you don't stop until you 'get it'. Never allow someone who hurt you to keep you from living or cause you to only half live. It's short enough without giving someone who proved to be not worth any of your time the remainder of your time. When you refuse to love you have essentially refused to live. Take back your power..take back your life..love even harder...in spite of and because of...
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Thought for today..
People often think they can 'dictate' to love, when in fact love is the dictator.
When believing that you can love "whom you want, when you want and how you want" you are speaking of 'fabricated' love..... and that's ok, if that's what you want- but in order to do that you must allow the mind to rule out over the heart, thereby in the process the heart remains 'stifled', as it simply will not respond to the "synthetic' prompting of love by the mind...but do understand this, just as love that is not fed eventually starves to death, a heart that's not allowed freedom soon withers and DIES.
When believing that you can love "whom you want, when you want and how you want" you are speaking of 'fabricated' love..... and that's ok, if that's what you want- but in order to do that you must allow the mind to rule out over the heart, thereby in the process the heart remains 'stifled', as it simply will not respond to the "synthetic' prompting of love by the mind...but do understand this, just as love that is not fed eventually starves to death, a heart that's not allowed freedom soon withers and DIES.
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