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Rain on me.

Days have turned to night,

And nights jerked to day;

Black has changed to white,

White to dismal gray.

 

Water stings like shot,

Paralyzing skin;

Vicious wind bites through,

Reaching bone within.

 

Senses dulled from hurt,

Far before the rain;

Welcome the relief,

Wash away the stain.

 

Standing tall and still,

Looking up; eyes closed;

Drown the haunting thoughts,

Fresh, and still exposed.

 

Arms outstretched defied,

Warning strengths abound;

Tears burn paths of warmth;

Hope has just been found.

 

Lightening strikes swift,

Daring faith to stand;

Laughter roars out strong,

Meaning has been fanned.

 

Clouds of doubt disband,

Rain gives way to sun;

Eyes look straight ahead,

Time to mourn is done.

Your picture

The color has faded
The edges worn
But the memories remain
How many times
I’ve held this in my hand
The feel of the paper
Familiar to my fingertips
Drops of tears
Stain the surface
The image never changes
Only my heart wrenching emotions
As if an endless tornado
Refusing to release me
How profound was our love
Our dreams floating beyond the sun
I still feel your touch
See the warmth in your eyes
Hear the longing in your voice
As I gaze down
Yet another tear stain falls
My heart breaks yet again
I shall never stop longing
Never stop remembering
Never stop loving you
We shall be together again
Such a sweet embrace awaits us
I will never forget
As I whisper to you aloud,
“I love you darling”
With your picture pressed to my heart.

Standing on the stool stirring the cookie dough.

Drawing the face on the pumpkin to carve.

Ripping open the first present under the tree.

Blowing out the birthday candles.

Clipping playing cards to your bicycle frame with wooden cloths pins and taking off.

Sitting in front of a fan with a friend saying silly things in funny voices.

Connecting the top of the orange hot wheels track to the dinning room table and letting em fly.

Sneaking up, and kicking the can as hard as you can, releasing your friends from captivity.

Taking your mother’s sheets and blankets and turning your room into a secret hideaway.

Pumping that BB gun one last time with all your might.

Sitting on the floor with your best friend with Barbie doll cloths as far as the eye can see.

Looking over the top of your red Battle Ship holder willing the location of their destroyer into your brain.

Walking through the neighborhood in 8 inches of snow to the bus stop, and taking part in the biggest snowball battle in the history of the neighborhood.

Chasing Lightening Bugs around the back yard with a mason jar in one hand and a gold lid in the other.

The entire family sitting down for a home cooked meal in the evening with everyone talking and laughing.

Friday nights at the skating rink.

Playing Monopoly for four hours.

Having a sleepover at your house with 10 of your closest friends.

Being the fastest at Pong in your family.

Sitting in the middle of the street marking out the hopskip lines.

Laying on the floor reading the funnies on Sunday afternoon.

Remembering back to when your Mother, your Father, your two brothers and you, were actually a family.

Finding perfection

The heavy weighted door swings
Singing from ages of exertion
Waning not from duty
As the passageway to fulfillment
Crossing through, sparks renewal
A myriad of alternatives lie beyond
Absconding from the daily ritual
Of life the driving force
Options come as flashes of color
Discrimination lends a touch
Spurring guidance down
The perfect corridor
Walls climb rich all around
Tragedy and drama teeter on the edge
Blurring the vision to choose
Pulse quickens with expectation
Overwhelmed by the abundance
Fingertips brush the hands of time
Holding back the urge
To seize the now and savor
The enormity of collective thoughts
Stabs the mind with incomprehension
Milling through the prevalent scads
Anticipation surges forward
Greeting the end of dilemma
The perfect book has been found.

Was that a cat I heard
It could be coming from the alley way
Almost sounds like a woman screaming
Must be a cat

Such a sweet little girl
Her blonde ringlets bouncing so
Are those bruises on her arm just there
No, must be mud

So much black that boy wears
Those things in his face must be painful
Eyes black as night shine red like fire
Must be the pollen

That man is so dirty
Those clothes surely need a good washing
Why is he holding that cup towards me
He must be mistaken

How can a car be so stuffed
That family must be moving to a new place
There are only two tires on that car
They must be moving

Gracious, that lady is so thin
I wish I could be that same size
There sure is a lot of food on her plate
Must be a model

Those children are sleeping
What a cute teddy bear she is holding
It must be cooler in the backseat of that car
It must be cooler

The storm is really blowing now
He’ll be home in time for dessert, I’m sure
I can’t hear my show for that noisy fire whistle
They must be joking

My guiding light

I saw a light shining
A pinpoint of gold
A mere speck of brilliance
Floating within my mind’s eye
Was it a thought about to come to me
Maybe an idea of grandeur
I think perhaps I shall follow
Skip along to see where it leads
It makes me happy
I feel all glad inside because of it
Is it here for a purpose
To lead me in the right direction
Doubt unfolds into purpose
Negativity fades away
I am fulfilled
My aura shines bright blue
Warmth radiates out from every pore
Reaching beyond the cold darkness
The tempest within has been subdued
My mind raging no longer
I see the first stepping stone before me
Illuminated by my guiding light of hope.

Would you?

Would you hold my hand without me asking?
Would you kiss me without a thought?
Would you whisper to me softly?
Would you say your sorry if we fought?

Would you swim across the ocean for me?
Would you start a fire if I were cold?
Would you take the world from off my shoulders?
Would you stay with me when I’m old?

Would you walk through life beside me?
Would you ask me if I’d like to dance?
Would you touch my face so softly?
Would you shower me with romance?

Would you stand beside me always?
Would you stay when life gets tough?
Would you talk to me for hours?
Would you make me tremble from your touch?

Would you call me for no reason?
Would you always be my friend?
Would you give your life for mine?
Would you be there til the end?

Would you come back if I asked you?
Would you forgive me if I was wrong?
Would you trust me with your life?
Will you be here before long?