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U Inspire Me

 

If I wrote a song, it would have the most beautiful melody

If I wrote a poem, it would be a magnificent rhapsody

U inspire me

 

If I would express in dance, my movements would be fluent & serene

If I would convey in art, the brush stroke would be strong & pristine

U inspire me

 

If I could turn inspiration u give into a vision, it would be a elegant sunset

If I could turn inspiration u give into a touch, it would be a kiss on a lover’s neck

U inspire me

 

If I was able to express the sorrow you bring, it would be a Greek tragedy

If I was able to express the joy you bring, it would the most intense ecstasy

U inspire me

 

If I had one wish, the inspiration you impart will be shared and never cease

If I had another wish, the inspiration we share will bring us some peace

because U inspire me

© 2007

 

 

(orginally posted March 16, 2007)

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Sleepless Night…Day One

 

When I left I never thought it would be the desert

Bleak was life without your presence

I can’t go back to that place

Packed my things, ready to go back all night I contemplate

To face exactly what? Loneliness that no one else seems to fill

A broken heart that  even G-d can’t heal

So I’m here, unsatisfied, weak, and foolish as can be

Heart and mind bitter enemies

The alternative is what? MORE Misery?!

If G-d would just help me to think of you in a negative way

For some reason, I can see only in grays

So rolling over and loving you any less than I do today

Just doesn’t seems to be an unconscionable convey

You Fears, I wish can grab a hold, keep me so snug and safe

My fears is that you will say goodbye keeps me here today

There’s not much more I can do or say

I’ve given it all, love you to a fault

My heart has taken on a brutal assault

But I’m still here; I can’t go back to that desert

Wilderness of misery, I have to divert

No promises that I will not ask for satisfaction still

The pursuit of happiness within doesn’t seems fulfilled

Patience and hope can be my assets only time will tell

 

 

 

Unsatisfied with him but miserable without him

Isn’t love GRAND!!!

Nov 2005-now…

 

Jim by Billie Holiday

 

Jim doesn’t ever bring me pretty flowers

Jim never tries to cheer my lonely hours
Don’t know why I’m so crazy for Jim

Jim never tells me I’m his heart’s desire
I never seem to set his love afire
Gone are the years I’ve wasted on him
Sometimes when I get feeling’ low
I say let’s call it quits
Then I hang on and let him go breaking’ my heart in bits

Someday I know that Jim will up and leave me
But even if he does you can believe me
I’ll go on carrying the torch for Jim

I’ll go on loving’ my Jim

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To You,

 I had this long letter for you. I had so much to say to you. I was going to tell you all and leave nothing out. I was going to make you feel the passions in my words. I was going to write until I felt secure that I made my point. I had it all plan out, to start from the beginning and not stop until I reached the end. I told myself that I was going to use the right words. I was going to re-read it ten times, so I was sure it made sense. I had it all figured out, my letter will be my heart in ink. I had this long letter for you, just ready to mail off to you. 

I dreamt that when you read it, you would know everything you needed to know. I prayed that when you finally read it, it would make a difference. I hoped when you opened it up, you would sit back and take it all in.  I wanted my letter to mean the world to you. I wished that every word would come to life, holding you captive to its honesty. I wanted to be able to place an adverb exactly at the right spot, so it could emphasis its truth. I wanted to develop a flow that made it easy to read with precision. I wanted to find the right adjective, so you would know its sincerity. I wrote you a long letter.

I finished the letter yesterday. I worked on my letter for a few days. Adding and subtracting from it, as I saw fit. It was perfection. It was my heart. It was my thoughts. It was my emotions. It was me. I finally got it all out. It was right there in front of me. Your letter, ready to be mailed, it needed one last reading. As I reached the P.S., Please let me know what you think. Page by page, I placed it in the shredder. It was a good letter.  

 Sincerely,

Just Me