Childlike Wisdom: Eyes, Rain, and Freedom

Follow your heart, it will lead you into the light, but please never stray into the darkness.

You have to be true to yourself before you can be true to others.

No matter how right you think your mind is, it is your heart that knows the answer.

The sun rises into a fiery light over the mountains and out of sight.

Then I fell into your eyes, a deep scary moment full of surprise.

It pulled me closer when you smiled that special smile, but in your eyes it made me wonder for quite a while.

With nothing accomplished we say our goodbyes, while blushing at our smiles, and always hiding from the eyes.

The air skipped through the trees,

sprinkle, drop, drop.

Harder it pounds without a stop.

Thick black clouds surround the once empty sky,

the feeling of loneliness warms over natures sweet breath.

Angry thunder fills the outdoors.

With a violent jolt comes lighting, and then it pours.

There has to be more than what I see.

Why am I longing to get out and be free.

To walk where no one has walked.

To live each moment fully.

To live a life full of passion, full of love.

To create my own destiny, to be free.

When I was one, my daddy left. He left me with a giant sized hole in my heart.

When my mother would take me places, I would see all the daddy’s that didn’t leave.

I would watch real families and wonder how those children helped their daddy’s to see.

Boys need daddies to show them how to be men.

A love from a daddy shows a little girl what their first love should be.

Without a daddy’s love little boys and little girls can be lost.

Daddy’s aren’t supposed to leave.

They are meant to be everything to their little boys and little girls.

When daddy’s leave, their little boys and little girls fill their hole.

I always knew what was missing. I was sad and incomplete.

I never thought I was good enough. I filled my hole with attention from others.

My brother filled his hole with alcohol.

Did you ever want to be a daddy?

Did you know that I loved the man I never knew?

Follow your heart, it will lead you into the light, but please never stray into the darkness.

You have to be true to yourself before you can be true to others.

No matter how right you think your mind is, it is your heart that knows the answer.

There has to be more than what I see.

Why am I longing to get out and be free?

To walk where no one has walked.

To live each moment fully.

To live a life full of passion, full of love.

To create my own destiny, to be free.

In the Shadows

It is as tall as ever could be imagined. Its form, a solid exterior. Its width, thick as a great and mighty oak.

Its presence is depressing, and ominous. It has been built upon sorrow, rejection and self-pity.

Nothing can get in, and he refuses to come out.

He sees no sun, and receives no warmth. He will not allow love. He feeds off of loneliness, his hunger great.

The only company is one of the mind, for which he can create. He is capable of hurt, pain he forsakes.

The boarder stands tall and unafraid, but the master lies in the depths of the shadows, stricken with fear.

As long as he has no human communication, his heart will never soften, and his faithful friend will never fall.

He will stay lonely, filled with emptiness, regrettably hidden by his wall.

Smiles, I will always cherish. Hearts that I will always know. Memories will never be forgotten, and the sadness will always show…

Memories will be outdated, as new ones will never have their chance to grow. Eventually faces will fade, and reality will cry its tear, somewhere in the distance, look for me and I will be there.

The stars will form my smile, the earth will be my hands, the water is my spirit, my future in the sand.

The letters spell out a question, look to the moon for the answer. Deep down in the shadows of a sunny afternoon lies the once forgotten me, look off for a moment and you would have lost the moment, for the wind has carried me away.

Though my presence isn’t evident, my spirit will always be a touch more of reality than was I, once before.

Two hearts aching, two different places. Lost time, fading faces. Too much resentment inside, not enough love, and forgiveness hides.

Down came an angel from up above, brought these two hearts and made them one.

All the resentment faded, and not all was lost. The angel watched the lonely heart smile, and the young one cry.

The two of them became close, but before long, had to say goodbye. The lonely heart had to return to the sky. He left this world filled with peace and happiness, the angel fulfilled his dream.

She brought two distant hearts together and made them one. She gave the young one a father, and the lonely, a son.

Special Friend

No one else has seen before,

my insecurities, pain, and more.

No one else looked deep inside,

who could teach as much, and still confide.

No one else has made me laugh, as much as I did you.

No one else has made me love, as much as I did you.

No one else has made me hurt, as much as I did you.

The complexity of feelings for you will never end.

Even if we never see the other again,

in my heart you will always be my special friend.

Make Believe Roses

Holding on to a rose, to the nearing end.

Willing to admit mistakes, not wanting the loss of a friend.

Torn between the past reality, and the present pain.

Wanting to love with the acknowledgement of nothing to gain.

So misunderstood, easily forgotten.

Like a rose, firmly planted in the soft, wet dirt. The rain lightly sprinkling.

Just enough to quench its thirst, but not her hunger.

For she morns a heart that was once captured,

but quickly, and gently set free to roam the rose gardens alone.

To taste natures wet temper alone.

She pretends to hold onto an imaginary rose. A rose that was never given.

A heart that was never known.

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