Could Be's

Silence stands between your heart and mine. From across the room you say so much without saying anything at all.

How will this story end?

So tragically like all the times before or will you step into a dance with me?

Don’t let fear stop you from a story of love with me.

For I see your heart and read your mind.

The loneliness you hold can be shattered with one kiss.

Don’t hide behind the mask of impossible love in far away lands.

Hold onto the real flesh that stands before you waiting for an embrace.

Will this tragic love once more rejoice at my expense?

Making fun of all the memories we never made.

Will this tragic love abound in joy over our near union?

Laughing at the time wasted loving.

Loving is never a waste even if it’s never returned.

Real love does not need reciprocation it flows continually always giving from an endless source.

If we never tell each other true words in real time I want you to know my love for you.

With your broken heart, through your pain I love the all of who you are and who you are suppose to be.

I never thought that this kind of feeling could once more live inside of me so for that I thank you.

For without so much as a simple touch you awakened hope inside of me once again.

I don’t fear our future and I won’t forget our past.

For if it was just a moment of breath that I share with you it was more then enough.

You inspired me to breath again, to believe again, to dream again…to fly again.

No matter how our lives play out  in part I owe the dreams to you.

You may never be able to give me what I wanted from you but you inspired a new song in me.

I will not try to convenience you with words or actions but just love. I will love you with a supernatural love.

You’ve inspired me to become the more that I am today and for that I am eternally grateful.

As I leave our brief moments I will kiss the wind and tell it all the secrets of my heart.

It will carry the desires that were so deep inside and take then to the ends of the earth where our love story will never be told.

With the wind will go my desire for you but what remains will be a new hope of a new day.

So goodbye to you and the brief life we shared.

I will see you on the other side of love.

When the one I fall in love with will be the one who falls in love with me.

No more chasing maybes and some days but walking out nows and forevers.

So goodbye to you my love….

A Letter

This one’s to you, the man behind the mask.

I’m stuck in between forever and tomorrow dreaming about the day I can show you my heart.

With one glance I see inside your soul.

Lonely and resisting love

Pushing so hard away from open arms.

Do I dare dive into the depths?

Can I swim to the bottom to gather the pearl that is now hidden in the dark?

Will you resist love forever?

Remember masks aren’t real.

Skin is real, flesh, soul, heart that’s real.

If I could share the depth of my love with you maybe you would smile again.

Can you not give love a try again?

Don’t let the dances of the past stop you from the dances in the future.

Be inspired by love again. Breathe it in let it awaken hope and joy from the depths of your created being. I am not her…the one that gave you pain.

I could promise forever or just tomorrow but I will love you.

Love

When we think of love we think of Romeo and Juliet. Something that's passionate and forbidden, somewhere in our past we associated love with lust. Today as I was listening to Lady Gaga I was thinking to myself really what do you mean Love is sex? It's not...by the way

That can be part of it but love is what's after, it's what makes it through the worst of storms.

It's so many things that we think it's not. It's sticking by someone no matter if they hurt you or treat you well.  Love is a connection that you can pull on in the worst situations. It's standing there saying I'm here, I'm for you no matter what....

True love lets freedom reign....I'm ok with you being free around me I don't need to control you, you don't need to be anything other then who you are.

True Love can come with and emotion but it's more like a life time position. Love is the fundemental element to every living thing. With out it there would be nothing. Here are some of my thoughts on what Love truly is about.

Love means:

Moving Towards not Away

Light not Darkness

Fight not Surrender

Freedom not Slavery

Kindness not Hate

Beginning not End

Courage not Cowardess

Creation not Destruction

Fly not Grounded

Family not Isolation

Life not Death

Love is what keeps us breathing, moving, and growing. It's the essance of who we are and what we are created for...Love is God and God is Love

Mom

With wings like an eagle soaring into the reaches of the universe expanding our vision in an instant.

Leaving the confines of physical earth to widen into the great unknown that now in an instant no longer feels like a distant hazy dream.

There we touch the reality of what had only been a hope. In the arms of a lover we rest. No more pain, tears, or sorrow. Those, now seeming but an illusion of time long ago.

With one breathe filling every molecule with fragrance not found on a mortal ball. There a tangible, exquisite taste of things beyond wild dreams.

Entering into a reality that's far superior with access to all things. Most of all face-to-face with the one who has created all and knows all.

Now forever to walk on a sea with depths of touchable colors. Staying there in the lap of a Father, Lover, and best friend.

It will be missed this glorious form of God on this earth but will be joined soon because eternity is only a second away... for you mom luv u

 

 

 

 

 

 

Awake

Did you hear that sound?

The sound of the door opening to my heart.

It's been shut for so long I had forgotten where I hidden the key.

I guess you found it.

I closed that door for a reason.

There was pain behind that door, monsters that ate at my soul and broke my heart.

How could it be the dream that I had resisted for so many years now is being opened again.

I had lost hope for my fairytale.

The dreams of romance long dead.

Why do you have to raise it from the grave?

Don't awaken love before its time haven't you heard?

Those imaginations that little girls have of breath taking love are what storybooks are for.

You're telling me that it's real?

Please let this not be a cruel joke.

I don't think I can weather another heartbreak.

As it is my heart is of fragile glass once broken over and over into millions of pieces.

Now that its whole don't let it go to waste.

Give it to the one who will keep it into eternity.

Don't tell me something that is not true.

Don't speak hope and then lies happen.

For my heart is awake and it can't take too much more.

My Son

My Son

 

 I choked on the smell of blood as it dripped down my face but I didn’t care. He was my son!!

Dying in a place where I couldn’t reach him. Oh, how he use to love it when I held him as a little boy. His soft little hands holding onto my face

 Today it was such a terrible day. My son was hanging on two pieces of wood beaten, bruised, and dying. My mind was numb as the tears streamed down my face.

 I clung to his feet as if that would bring him any sort of comfort. I tried to wipe blood off of his feet with a piece of white linen someone had given me. I don’t even remember it being placed in my hands.

 It was beginning to rain. I could hear thunder and the earth felt like it was trembling but I barely noticed. All I could do was cry.

 Suddenly, this strange noise filled the air, it was like a desperate screaming from somewhere deep inside. I realized that it was coming from me, I was crying out for my son.

 Where the prophets wrong? How could this be? My son the Messiah, King of the Jews, dying!! This must be a mistake, something went wrong!

 As this hideous groaning continued from the very core of me I felt a tugging. Arms were gently trying to pry me away from the feet of my son. My arms were flailing now, resisting the tug.

 No, No!! Came the scream from me.

 I looked up at the face I loved. My son, Jesus, for an instant I caught his eye. As he stared into my eyes it was as if time stood still. My screaming stopped and I was quiet. I saw deep into his eyes the reason. The prophets were right, he would save us but not the way we all thought.

 I no longer saw his broken, bruised body but I saw a glorious King. With his eyes he told the story of love and I could no longer resist his departure. So, with my eyes I told him how much I loved him and we let go and I watched as my son breathed his final breath.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Book

Hey,

 This is for all my future readers I am now coming out as a writer spreading my wings to start exploring the intricacies which is me. As I post my heart on this wall please feel free to express yours because I enjoy to hear all the opinions and thoughts that float deep inside the subconscious. Please read with an open mind to explore a world you may have never seen before as we take a journey into the unknown together.....