Don't Wait.....

Don't wait for the wind to blow....create a breeze! -- BM

Piece of My Ad-VICES

 

Please kick my azz

Way Past

Where I am today

Into a sunny tomorrow.

 

Hold me high,

But someday let me lie

Deep in the ground;

Never found.

 

Journey long

And find your way

Beyond

Your all and everything.

 

Try to fly

But don't get high

Your wings just might get singed

By the sun.

 

Don't live by the sword;

There's no reward,

No friends

Or Karma.

 

You found the good;

I know you would

Being the star

You are.

 

No great divide

Will ever provide

A chance to grow

Together.

 

So build a bridge

From edge to edge

and get on over

to the other side.

 

[Apologies to Jim Morrison on that last line. LOL]

28

Quiet and blind I await my fate
as time draws close to Heaven's gate.
My senses burn and anticipate
the changes that await me.

Bigger hopes and visions grow
with what I think and what I know.
I learn at rates so high and low,
but never seem to stand still.

A lonely path is ever long,
but a heart with love will sing it's song.
True love lost is never gone;
it warms my nights when all alone.

I wonder what your adventures do
when I close my eyes and think of you
and know you're happy somewhere new
without the dream that I'm with you.

Truth be known, I'll never leave.
I'll be with you, although I grieve that
mistakes were made and history changed
and this life goes on, however arranged.

Words, Hope & Love

The power of words
can open a heart
and show you the way
through daylight and dark.

The power of hope
can brighten your day
open up doors
and light up your way.

The power of love
makes all the right reasons
and strengthens the soul
through all the bright seasons.

For My Dear Wife..........

Take my breath, hear me sigh,
rest my head against your thigh.
Feel my heat, touch my ear,
More than life, perfectly clear:
I love you.

Song # 91

Sometimes I'm 2.

Sometimes I'm 8.

Sometimes I'm nothing.

Sometimes I'm Great!

 

Usually lonely.

Always alone.

Exploring my daydreams,

I'm sad to the bone.

 

Seeing the full-moon

and walking on air,

I stand in my darkness 

and look up and stare.

 

A stab in my "heart"

with a twinge of regret

my cards on the table,

but no courage to bet.

 

An old man just now,

but no memories to bear.

I ignore all the pain

and can't admit I'm scared. .

 

Moving along

without taking a step.

Time cares for no one

or the tears I have wept.

[This was written at a low point in my life (September 27, 2002) when I knew what I needed to change and where I wanted to be, BUT honestly lacked the courage to get up and go where I belonged. I'm safely, securely and happily in the right place NOW. Oh, I still have deep regrets on my personal failings then and now.]

Christmas Cheer!

So here I sit full of Cheer.
We only get this once a year.
Giving this and getting that,
Eating lots and growing fat.

Temperature drop to fit the mood
Fireside chats and more good food
Good friends call and gather round
Their voices sing those Christmas sounds.

Our spirits lift as friends arrive
It's just so fine to be alive
A wealth of smiles on happy faces
A Christmas dream of Christmas places.

The North Pole charm of Santa's laugh
Can take your heart down youthful paths
and dreams creep in to stir the season
we feel the love and we know the reason

A fool all-year sees wisdom dawning
as children wait for Santa's coming.
The anticipation of sparkling gifts
gives every spirit a Christmas lift.

The little faces with great big joys
light up our world with thoughts of toys
The truth of Christmas can only be told
through the hearts of the young and the love of the old.

The Grinch is still out there waiting to steal
the promise of Christmas that children think real.
So fire up the candles and light up the trees
and open your hearts so that people can see.

Let's set some examples the rest of the year
so children at Christmas don't shed any tears.
It's you who can change things better to best
if we all work our buns off, Santa can rest.

I guess what I'm feeling is easy to see:
Children are special to you....and to me.
They are our future and we'll be their past
and just as we mold them, they will be cast.

We can look around us at youngsters growing grey
Time is a master that we all will come to pay,
but laughter and children can keep old age at bay
with the help of ol' Santa, his reindeer and sleigh.

[I wrote this years ago before I accepted Christ as my Savior. It's so secular and misses the point of Christmas by an embarrassing margin. I'll do better next time.]