In All Her Glory

Silver light shines down on me
as I look up to see her in all
her glory.

As she looks down upon me,
I feel her love and warmth
in all her glory.
I close my eyes and breath
and send her love in all my glory.

main visits
through a screen of smoke
mesh casts a shadow
over the reality of yours
and mine
is he a dream
is she
can they see me
do they remember
putrid leering breathe
or
a sugar-cane smile
early in the day
before the stench of nicotine
and blood
sends them screaming away
my sober life
barred to their knowledge
yet young wisdom
prevails against
crocodiles
and the soaking
bitter tears

My broken heart
Is chrushed till its dry
Do you wanna make me cry
How could you leave me
you've been so long
Your makin me feel like i dont belong
Please dont say you love me so
Just walk out the door there you go
I trusted you thought you were true
But all you do is make me feel blue
Never again shall i open my heart
I should not have done it from the start
An as i watch you walk out the door
My heart is chrused i fall to the floor
I will get up cause i am strong
And i now were i do belong
I am a woman and a mother
I now you will never find another
Good luck in your life
You put me through hell
This is the story i can never tell

over garlic
over spice
over all things
that taste nice
.
over smoking
over sex
over things
bad for my breath
.
over kids
and work and play
over god
the end of days
.
over rapture
over hell
over old and grey
as well
.
sorry dear
i'm over you
you're over me
and now we're through

Here's something I wrote a while back. please, enjoy :)
There's also a song that followed it. If you'd like me to upload it just ask ;)


I knew a man who once lived on a gravel road alone. You'd pass by from time to time and hear him humming. No tune it seemed like merely a moan. The day they heard of his reason for watching the time passing. They deemed him unfit to hum his tune. When the big city arrived at his doorway. He opened it up and said "good afternoon." "It's morning sir" is all the man in the suit had to say. Assessing the assets that he had left just an old guitar, And a tattered old book which he'd write his secrets in. They brought him out to the car. All the people around didn't notice, I guess they were to busy to listen. He said one thing as they drug him away from his little house, "Tell my wife I will be returning late tonight." He had no reply from the man in the suits mouth. All he did was smile back to try and seem to shed light. The car door shut and off they went.
As they were passing the property in which his lonely days were spent, An old blues song came on the radio and the old man smiled. Then turned to the window and said "my bluebird I have found you again. I'm coming home." Nothing else was said. When they arrived at the ritzy retirement center. The old man was no longer alone. His days of humming his tune and being imprisoned by the world were over. As he was laid to rest.Upon his burial mound sat two bluebirds humming his tune. Seemed to sound like to lovers singing a duet. For the passing octave I leave this to you. In his tattered notebook lay a poem 70 pages as long as it went.
To my bluebird,
I have found comfort in your song.
As a gardener of your heart I carry these flowers.
My dear, we'll be together again it won't be long.
This old dirt road reminds me of when we were so pure and young.
A blissful hope as our lives begun.
The shadows of these tattered fence lines roll through the meadow still.
I had the time to watch the blues fly over and under the line.
This is a song I wrote for you my love and it goes on unsung.
You see I haven't tried to play this old guitar without your heart to fill.
It's getting late and I really must not see the sunrise without my bluebird by my side.
This rusty old car we bought with our last dollar.
You and I felt so blessed the day we bought this old lemon.
And that spring before I gave you a ring along with my heart.
My love that really was meant to be something.
I found this old letter you wrote to me back in high school.
If only we were as innocent as we were back then.
I would just give anything to hold your hand again.
Its been thirteen years since you had past.
Our only son hasn't spoken to me since that day.
I apologized he still thinks it was my fault.
The accident that took you away wish it wouldn't have.
I tried everything I could to save, you.
But my bluebird I just want to know that we'll be together after it all
And that I will be back with you at home.
This is a song I wrote for you my love and it goes on unsung.
You see I haven't tried to play this old guitar without your heart to fill.
It's getting late and I really must not see the sunrise without my bluebird by my side.
The time has come for me to pass.
This old man has given all he's had.
Haven't seen a sunrise or set in twenty years.
But by the morrow I'll see it with you my dear.
These blues are just a passing bird.
When I see you I willn't be able to say a word.
Just watch the sunrise with you my love, my bluebird.

For Everyone, Found in a monastery centuries ago Anonymous.
DESIDERATA.
Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
*
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
*
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
*
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
*
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
*
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
*
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
*
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

A Cowboy's Prayer
Written by Charles Badger Clark
Oh Lord, I've never lived where churches grow.
I love creation better as it stood
That day You finished it so long ago
And looked upon Your work and called it good.
I know that others find You in the light
That's sifted down through tinted window panes,
And yet I seem to feel You near tonight
In this dim, quiet starlight on the plains.
I thank You, Lord, that I am placed so well,
That You have made my freedom so complete;
That I'm no slave of whistle, clock or bell,
Nor weak-eyed prisoner of wall and street.
Just let me live my life as I've begun
And give me work that's open to the sky;
Make me a pardner of the wind and sun,
And I won't ask a life that's soft or high.
Let me be easy on the man that's down;
Let me be square and generous with all.
I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in town,
But never let 'em say I'm mean or small!
Make me as big and open as the plains,
As honest as the hawse between my knees,
Clean as the wind that blows behind the rains,
Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze!
Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I forget.
You know about the reasons that are hid.
You understand the things that gall and fret;
You know me better than my mother did.
Just keep an eye on all that's done and said
And right me, sometimes, when I turn aside,
And guide me on the long, dim, trail ahead
That stretches upward toward the Great Divide.

 
The perfect cold crystal
 
He picked up his glasses
that sliped thru the tip of the nose
get them close to the eyes
and looked at me
something in that glaze
told me it was time to go

The cold of the winter outside
reminded me that I never get enought cloths on
the perfect crystal snow
choose the freckles of my nose
to die on
distracted me from my meaningless thoughts

my footsteps echoed as I went along
sounded like heels in the muffled sond
but could not be mine
never use heels

A hot cup of tea two minuts after
took me back to reality
that one that I keep forgeting to remember
that one with smiles in the wrong places
like a fire swallowing the green of a forest

remember suddenly that I forgot my book
at his place
what the hell now he could keep it!
I never lend books to anyone
they are like family to me
might as well lost this one
I'll think of a proper obituary later
like it was a lost distant cousin

the bar was closing and I was back
in the arms of the winter
making love with the cold wind
and the dying snow in my face

The light of the lamps near the river
acted like a magnet
had to seat there for a while
in the wet balcony
take my gloves off to touch the small ponds of water
that formed in the irregular surface

couldn't stop the gesture of
liking the gelid water from my finger
that turned blue in the meantime

I get up, it was to much cold
even for me
had to be somewhere
can't remember where
maybe present in my life, maybe that...

but that could wait
I had to get myself numb again
and now I feel to much alive
in that cold snowy winter
blame the cold
that keep freezing bodys alive.

LOVE!!!! these lines

thank you very much