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I Wouldn’t Change A Thing…You Mean The World To me


I look at you with adrenaline rushing within my blood
My heart racing within my chest
As I try to breath

Thinking of the times we’ve had
I wouldn’t change a thing
I wouldn’t give up my life on you

There are too many things I hold so dear
each tear we’ve shared
each laugh we’ve treasured together

Each time we hold onto means so much within my life
I would not give up
You are life to me
You are the world I wander
You are the sun that brightens my most dark and gloomy day

I gaze into your eyes and in silence you can make me laugh and cry both for joy
You make me speechless when I see you in my sight

You are beautiful just who you are
No matter how we may fight or how we may disagree we always pull thru

We can discuss any issue at hand and trust in each others love
You make me smile and laugh again

If there’s disappointment we compromise to create a change
deciding a solution together

Working together to help each other out rather than tearing one another apart

No matter how long it may take
We are able to satisfy in the fact that all will be okay

Your smile brings tears of love to my eyes
I think of you throughout each days & nights

I draw pictures of you in paper and within my head
While I lye memorized within my bed

Dreaming about our future will it last or leave
In hopes that we’ll remain
Leaving all we have worked toward and worked for on the right path we travel along moving and continuing ahead
Somehow we have always made it thru

You are beautiful just the way that you are I wouldn’t change a thing
You mean the world to me
You are my everything
You create the best that comes out of me

No matter if I am sad and depressed you bring me back into reality making me hear what I need to believe

I may feel upset and as if i hate  you at times, but you turn that around and bring out the best in me always bringing me back to happy

 
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Posted by on October 31, 2011 in Love, Uncategorized

 

Witches And Gouls – Halloween Nights


Witches and gouls
Skeletons and zombies
Black cats and bats
Jack o lanterns and pumpkins

These all are what you could see on the gathering of the night on the last day off October

Leaves, fallen from the tree
Covering the ground trick or treaters tramping thru them all as they go door to door to get their reward

On the night of the saints
Where all the monsters and more all come out on this ritual night

This is the night after mischief, mishap and damage. Also my very own birthday

The night of the spooks and trolls roaming the streets
It is known for many years as halloween night

This night has been celebrated for years back and happens once a year each October

These are the halloween nights of the spooks and scares

 
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Posted by on October 30, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

Time To Think…


Sit down, think back, just one minute…
Ya sitting?? Is it quiet? Are you focusing?
Okay. Now think for a moment…can you remember the moment that your child or children were born?

What was running in that head at the time…who you were with or what you were doing…

do you remember the first cries.

The first sounds that child made
The first time of eye contact you each made.

 These are our most precious moments in the life of our children and we most likely answer yes,

 sometimes with detail with each questions asked.

 While the child is still so small everything is all about you and that child nothing else matters anymore. Sometimes nothing else matters and neither do you, all that matters is about the child whom you bore.

Crazy how so many things may change, for a child so young we remember to focus and present the child all the time.

Children in that age are developing more in need. As they become more independent and grow we tend to not notice the change we have made from demanding and giving all our time to receiving and releasing to now giving the space from enjoying the quiet times and space we ourselves may receive.

 As they move in school you tend to lose focus and time

 taking advantage of what silent time you get time begins to slip your own mind.

Time and focus on and for that child begins to prevail while slipping away from you as you fill your voided time with other things.

 Time getting away out of your sight as you relax in this quiet time standing at your feet.

Quiet time is bliss when you are a mother of a child at any given age.

 It is your own time for you to release.

Our downfall however has been we tend to sit back and take it all in too long forgetting the hours ticking in that we need to see first hand and attach ourselves again to those tiny hands and return ourselves to being mom again.

being held off for as long as we can to bring back a focus to the priority at hand.

That small tiny child that has looked into your eyes and become your biggest possession in life.

The one who spoke the tone you have grown so well to know throughout the years and seconds at that child’s birth.

 That innocent life layed upon your very own hands.
To hold and cherish all life through.

 How easily we forget and let time slip on by at times.

 Loosing our own focus of such cherished things. Now is the time to think.

That is still that small tiny child we held so dear and gave all our time to when there was no other care

don’t let this tiny life that means so much slip through your fingers as you may do

cherish and focus on it the whole journey through

grow together and look in each others eyes for your whole life together

let this tiny child become a women or man they become and stay close and focused all along

Don’t begin and walk away

keep it going all along

watch your child be a light in the center

 to shine upon all the children of the nations

 and be their voice and their light

to help shine upon them

and help them grow too

Let that child always have their parent to trust

one that they see means more than any thing to them

and is everything they ever wanted them to be

don’t focus on that new child’s independency

letting them do and be just as they feel

be there as you were with that tiny life

don’t let yourself get so into that silent time

 that you loose the focus of mom in life

this soul is still a small child even though they no longer need so much time

even though they have begun school now and are becoming independent

you’ve seen that side of a child without their parent

don’t be that side

be the parent you know that you need to be

sit back, sit down, breathe in deep

it is now, it is time to think

this is your child of whom we speak…

 
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Posted by on October 26, 2011 in Love, Uncategorized

 

Five Days


Five days

this is my last final stance

five days

never to be thirty-three again

five days

I am seeing my final year at a glance

five days

then hallow eve will be here

but what is to come before the gouls

my very day

my birthday once more

where i will be turning over

 my thirty- three to thirty- four

five days

five days is all

go ahead watch one last time

 for i am turning on the next moon

five days till 34!!

Now it’s four so lets tear down the doors

four days more then we begin counting each day of the year all over again…

 
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Posted by on October 25, 2011 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

 

A Lover’s Heart Is What We’ve Got


A lovers heart is what we’ve got

We’ve battled the battle from childhood  to the adult life

Living each day in bliss of our journey thoughout  life

looking at a glance into your eyes

from a distance of a big surprise

with all shyness within mine

I hide myself behind my own built wall

hidden from the evils of the world

my eyes still within full stare with your glossy beautiful eyes

feeling no raing but all shine when I search within your soul

I begin to see and feel hope making me clean and whole

knowing inside I have nothing to fear with you here

I begin to speak as I never have before

for quite sometime now I have shut myself in

silenceing myself like a bat in the wind

My life hidden from all around

that noone will know the torture or evils I had found

my life ruined and worn from the years

while the years continually pass me by when I try to hold up my head only to continue to try

focused on one thing alone

to get a job, a life, and begin all fresh once again.

Able to feel the true honest feelings of that of a lover’s heart

feel the fluttering butterflies take off in flight

and the heart begins to shine

a lovers heart is true and sincere

It is one of the biggest hearts

of the hearts that you could be awarded throughout your life long years

A lovers heart is indeed a blessing from above

It is caring more than every care in the wolrd

it is kind more than any ma could ever really be

it is passionate even when it may be blue

a lovers heart is the best thing that one could ever have and recieve to truly be his

A lovers heart is what we have indeed

We’ll live longer than long with one of these

with a lovers heart one will never age

filled with dreams

the lovers heart remains one in youth of age for life

A lover’s heart is what we’ve got

 
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Posted by on October 25, 2011 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

 

Living With Asthma…


Living with Asthma you can never pretend enough air is enough. Your lungs begin to close your chest tighten as if you are being squeezed by a huge massive python. Your cough begins to increase as if you are within yourself dieing. Head rushes fill your sight and bring the beginning of a slight mild headache. Pulses rise, and temp may sometime fluctuate or elevate. You feel as if you will collapse or pass out. Feeling in sought of an end you feel like you will not pull thru. Living with asthma is such a pain in itself as many times you will become easily ill or you will have to live each day by day slowly walking as if up a hill by being tied down from a daily day to sit your time on a breathing machine. Feeling as you watch your own life waist away. Living your life always on the alert and going through tons of hastle just to make it thru the next brand new day.  In relief I would like to say that I would be okay. However you never are sure if that would be right. Tomorrow could just be your final day or night. You keep the hope staying strong while watching your kids in tears sometimes worrying if they will have mom around long enough to be able to see them grow and reach their one big and beautiful day. There’s not much more I can do myself at this time. My asthma just may be the real issue of all in hand. I must just sit back and watch and pray. I guess I have not much more to say. I can’t breath but I have to focus and believe that all will be okay. Living each day with Asthma is never easy. It is emotionally wearing and bodily wearing and physically straining. Hoping that each day is bringing me into better light ahead.

 
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Posted by on October 24, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

Under The Knife


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You sit knife in hand cutting slices in the nice fresh bread put upon your table top
With each slice looking so delicate and delicious your mouth begins to drool from the sight and the aroma it has
Handing a slice to each at the table saving a slice for you from the last piece respecting and being kind to those at your side
Now its your turn
You pick again up the knife to slice the slight last pieces
When suddenly a firm pinch then pull and tear
You feel the knife cut down as it cuts into your thumb
Bleeding real bad you jump and run to rinse it off and go find someone who could get you help for a bandaid to wrap it tight
Holding pressure it still continues to flow
Blood dripping down your limbs
You finally get it wrapped and cleaned as the throbbing has begun
Not even feeling the pain anymore the shock runs throughout your now numb body
An hour later you have changed the wrap not once but twice and the calming has taken over for you to rest
The throbbing picks up pulse and the pain has returned once more
Words of the wise don’t cut yourselves with sharp knives they defenately are not a toy
This pain I now face is on my mind as I have been under a bad luck health cloud haunting my side for about the past month now
Only wondering what is gonna conspire next praying each day that the new will be my last
Yet a fear inside growing more upon the focus of my mind that this may not be it and there may be more just waiting for me find and open that right door
Not like I was trying to cut into my thumb, not like I had it planned
But with each new day brings new possibilities and this just happened to be the one I claimed
Under the knife I came

 
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Posted by on October 18, 2011 in Uncategorized

 
 
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