Whistling

I held a gift so close 

Its life began to crumble

Every time I held it 
I always seemed to fumble
So I stand afar 
Admiring yet perplexed
How a gift that brings such joy 
Can also be so vexed
The answers can’t be found
In an atmosphere of gloom
So my hands are in my pockets
And I’m whistling a tune 





Mornings

Mornings come where all is well

No matter how the darkness fell
A ray of light comes piercing through
Reminding us each day is new
We have a book with open pages
Walls to scale if we’re courageous 
Days for us to fill with song
And nights give us the dawn. 

The Mystery

I put my mind to a mystery 

About the feelings we call love
Does God hold a store?
Where he slowly gives it out
Or is it always within reach?
Are we are the ones with limits
Slowley absorbing a little at a time
It seems that way sometimes 
Especially when we lose love 
The loss tears us apart inside
And doesn’t leave enough love to give 
But it’s supposed to come back
Not so pleasant feelings creep in 
To fill in the void left in a heart
And we beg for feeling to return
To replace the cold trying to settle in
It takes a slow soak in thankfulness
To help remove the numbness
We want to be good stewards 
With a directive to meter it out
To those it belongs to 
But love goes where it wants 
It isn’t easily directed 
  




Only a Name

Mom called out a name with affection

And it gave her heart a sweet feeling
Daddy called out a name for protection
For an image, a heart and a soul
They both knew
How precious a name is

They met each other as children 
Hung out as friends for a while
Yelling their names in delight
It made beautiful innocent smiles 
They both knew
How precious a name is 

Soon the smiles became wry 
Changes pulled them both apart
Lord knows how they tried 
The memories linger inside their hearts

Life passes by in a moment 
Inside we are always the same
Holding images deep in our hearts 
Some things are too good for change

Now the people who knew them are  gone
Mommy and daddy too
But the memory still  lingers on
And with their last breath 
They will whisper a name 

Those innocent smiles come to greet them
And the night isn’t bad after all 
It’s a  key that opens a treasure 
They hear mommy and daddy call
They still see
How precious a name is




Self Talk

You shouldn’t be selfish, I said to myself

But my self just didn’t understand 
It’s easy to do if you reason it out 
But my heart disputed the plan
It only takes time and strong discipline
But my heart wants no therapy  
Just get busy, you know and things will be fine
But my heart just don’t want to see
Minds can be simple and easy to heal
But a heart will chose to ignore
I can choose any route I like in my mind
But this heart only wants yours 

Value

Love takes the right actions when the prices are clear

Limits are kept without hurting what’s  dear
These hide out of sight when blinded by passion
Some to be savored and others need rationed
Nothing can take the real value away
Value increases with each passing day. 
Resignation at times and at others emotion. 
Longing and hope along with devotion. 
It’s good to enjoy what’s on every shore
Without losing hope for what is in store. 

The Pool

There is a pool, undisturbed and settled

That entices those who casually pass by. 
Once immerse  in its waters they are never the same
Living outside, they feel barren and dry 
With every turmoil, the pool comes to mind
And while alone in thought, it’s hard to deny
It’s waters call to us. 

No Complaints

When I get anxious I travel away
Escape to a beach on a warm sunny day
Make myself small like a white grain of sand
To be one with the surf with nothing else planned 
After a while the crowd hems me in
With everything same, boredom begins
So I pull myself back to a reasonable size 
And head to the place they call civilized
I look to the heavens and ask to be raised
I become like a star and my heart is amazed 
A few victories helped me hold out my chest 
Try to meet every need but never get rest
I reach out my hand to help everyone 
My eyes become blind by the rays of the sun
Reach and withdraw, humble yet proud
Sunny one day then the sky turns to clouds
Though life has its stress, I can’t complain
The love in my heart never needs change


  

Worthwhile

We all want a connection 

An in depth exchange 
A safe way to reveal our true self 
To someone who has good intentions
But we get trampled on
By those we let in
And become guarded 
Hoping our true self 
Doesn’t suffocate 
Then we hold it close 
And attempt to give little bits to others 
Just to make sure 
The true self is breathing
But they don’t always value it
The gift is scorned at times 
And set aside 
But we keep searching 
For that perfect outlet 
Where our inner thoughts 
Are like gold to someone
Displayed in their memory
Long sought after
They never grow old 
Never get outdated 
And when confidence wanes 
It only takes a glance 
And every effort is worthwhile