Author Archives: J. Palmer

The dewdrops trickle like tears rolling off my face

the smell of the mist within the cool air

not even a sound in the early day is there

as the pitch black covers the ground

the damp cool air gently brushing over my skin as if I have been sprinkled with dust of the fairy’s of the lands near

Day begining to break and creep in gently blanketing light across the lands

the songs of the birds begining to awake

the sun begining to crest and peek over the hills

with colors of orange and yellow and red

pink and purple peeking still from behind

I paint a picture of the sun set tonight deep within my mind

sensing the glory and beauty of the sunrise I now see

Looking up overhead I hear a sudden call

high up in the brightening day I see a hawk soaring across amongst it’s very beauty

imagining a wolf holwing goodnight as the slumber comes day and his hunting at night

the sublime nature all around as spirits around are peace filled and calm

my mind at ease with the glory amogst the that all fills the air with a gentle quiet filled soft breeze

as I listen to it just whisper amongst the trees

the dewdrops left in the roses and leaves

just a cool touch too release and renew the new growth ahead

Bringing up life as a small little seed

this is the peace of mind I still need

As I lye beneath this tree
looking across the open gorge in front of me

 another sound begins to sing out nearby

I listen and hear the sweet song of the whiperwill herself

as if to bless this new growing day

and say okay okay

it’s a brand new day

I stay a minute to listen and admire while I still observe

coming to wonder of all the sound of nature and the beauty within the mystery of mother earth

Do you believe in fate? Do you believe in reality? Do you believe in love at first sight? The questions are asked everyday.
Do you believe in love everlasting and eternity? Aren’t these questions almost everywhere you go? The more you stare at these questions or try to tear it all down. The more the question ponders in your mind. You live each day trying to live and win and thinking each day that somehow this may be the day. No matter what the change ahead fate will always lend that hand.
Not knowing who could be next in play. You remain in tune to things.  Sencing the fate with the next he made where it was not there before. Knowing man will show the face when he knocks at your door. You have envisioned things for years within your very own dreams. Never once seeing the absolute face but seeing his form and shape. Piecing together each puzzle piece your next dreams made finding a new milestone marking from within your very future life. He has listened all along expecting you to lead and find the path. Now you have begun to see new routes and mark them a way of your very own. Now knowing the things of that which you know which way do your answers travel now?Do you believe in fate? Do you believe in reality? Do you believe in love at first sight? The questions are asked everyday.
Do you believe in love everlasting and eternity? Aren’t these questions almost everywhere you go? The more you stare at these questions or try to tear it all down. The more the question ponders in your mind. You live each day trying to live and win and thinking each day that somehow this may be the day. No matter what the change ahead fate will always lend that hand. Never knowing what tomorrow will bring you still hold this fate in your hand.
Knowing answers now years down the way do you still question these which have come to pass or led the way to fate?
Now looking ahead with fate staring you in the eyes hoping you won’t go back and hide your time is here to face this new place stepping into your life. It is never easy to make the first moves. Though just think it is usually worth every wait that you’ve had. Living each day like a silent lamb relying on your shepherd, you have took a step like a baby holding mama’s hand. Now It’s time you have grown up. Holding onto the fate of life’s very hand. It is part of this universe that we have lived away. Turning over our life to fame. Give away the fame today and turn to fate to help guide your way, I believe this will help you truly find your true way. So one more time I ask again…Do you believe in fate? Do you believe in reality? Do you believe in love at first sight? The questions are asked everyday.
Do you believe in love everlasting and eternity? Aren’t these questions almost everywhere you go? The more you stare at these questions or try to tear it all down. The more the question ponders in your mind. You live each day trying to live and win and thinking each day that somehow this may be the day. No matter what the change ahead fate will always lend that hand…. I think its time to put these questions to rest and observe the options first hand giving a chance that you just may believe. I believe. What do you believe? That there should be your next question that you should ask for your thought matters first. Not the thought of others round you just you and yourself now.

This is not written to condemn or judge it is just another simple poetry blog. You may take it to heart but don’t take it as a judgement or an attack for these words it is not.

This is who a father is. A father is irreplaceable someone willing to go further than the call of duty for his child. A father is someone who stands up for his children and takes his child’s back to take a stand for what is right, best and will protect the child. Nothing comes between a father and his child’s love. His love is everlasting even into and passed death. A fatherly love would sacrifice himself for the protection and love of his child and family. The needs of the child’s would be put before his very own. A father would stand firm holding his very ground whenever the needs of his children need to be met and need to protect. A father knows the wisdom and love of a man and has grown past a mind and nature of a boy. A father is someone that you can trust, lookup to, respect and count on throughout your life. He will teach you just what is right and give you your lessons of and throughout life. A father is a friend. He is willing to be there throughout the end. A father is full of the love and support that a child needs. He is not someone to stand that child aside forgetting who they are. He is not someone to run away from the meaning in life and not hold open the doors. He is someone who is willing to show respect at every moment in need through life minding the sense of the child. A father is a man who will watch over the child and hold close to that child holding the child’s hand all the way through. A father is there for eternity accepting this child just as it is. Loving it from the moment it was known that it had been conceived. This is who a father really is.

Sinking within myself i begin to loose my sight. With no hope left inside my eyes begin to fade to blind. Taking deep breaths to try to stay focused and breathe. My belly begins to squimish as pain takes over me. Tears dropping down my face. My life around me feeling as if I could just be a nobody and that my life around me was being erased. With me not being in his arms everynight and me still fighting even now down this line to hold together my own life. Again my eyes begin to cry. Not yet have I even been named a wife and my heart hardening yet even more still each new day. Where is he, this man still hiding in and amongst my dreams. Why has he not come and run still off with me.
Sinking within myself i begin to loose my sight. With no hope left inside my eyes begin to fade to blind. Taking deep breaths to try to stay focused and breathe. My belly begins to squimish as pain takes over me. Tears dropping down my face. My life around me feeling as if I could just be a nobody and that my life around me was being erased. With me not being in his arms everynight and me still fighting even now down this line to hold together my own life.

I sit in a world all alone. Not many a friend around even the ones I have known. My health and heart diminishing as if they never existed. My life dwindling down to nothing. My life looking more unhappy each and everyday. Myself down and ashamed at what my life has become. Afraid of the what ifs of tomorrow having no answers at hand.  Dreaming my dream of singing and speaking out and being the unheard voice of hope. Not one lead to help me out and save my world. My heart breaking with every new angle and turn made. I have been alone many of my life but now with the loneliness feeling so close. The overwhelming fear is making its way in. My health letting go and making way for the heart to be hurt again. My hope lost within the wind. My trust rubbed into the dirt beneath my feet. My love broken in half to none as my finest days have not seen the sun. My emotions dried into none as I see no spark starting the burning flames. The human I am, nothing in life as there is nothing holding me up high. I am a face without a name. Caught in a tide that has been pulling me under in time. With nothing to give and no real hope to live. My life is drowning in the falling rain.
I sit in a world all alone. Not many a friend around, even the ones I have known. My health and heart diminishing as if they never existed. My life dwindling down to nothing. My life looking more unhappy each and everyday. Myself down and ashamed at what my life has become. Afraid of the what ifs of tomorrow having no answers at hand.  Dreaming my dream of singing and speaking out and being the unheard voice of hope. Not one lead to help me out and save my world. My heart breaking with every new angle and turn made. I have been alone many of my life but now with the loneliness feeling so close. The overwhelming fear is making its way in. My health letting go and making way for the heart to be hurt again. My hope lost within the wind. My trust rubbed into the dirt beneath my feet. My love broken in half to none as my finest days have not seen the sun.

I look into the mirror and I see two eyes staring back at me. No words to be said,  tears rolling off my eyes. I see the world of pain and suffering left billowing within. Another dreary day come and another dream gone. Each second the world and body you have known changing before your eyes.  Changing without knowledge all the time. What has come of this world I have known. It has come and drifted for so long and now is gone. Where are the friends I could call friends, where are the places I knew as my safe havens? What has this town come to now? I used to see real people who were down to earth angels. Now people just don’t seem to know what down to earth really is. Down to earth is natural but there is no down to earth now. Where have things gone before my eyes. This is not what I have seen thru my own eyes. You ask for help and get not a thing. You ask for respect and get laughed in the face. You ask for manners and get told that there is no such thing that these are things that are not performed anymore. What happened to the days of love? Love is where I want to be again in the place that once made me feel safe and of the place that I once knew well, that I just do not know anymore.

They say that your brain always is thinking things out

 doing some sort of thinking even when you yourself may not be

so then why does one get silent so long not knowing even one word or hum

You’d think if it were always on go with thoughts one word would be shared an hour at a time at least

so why does it stay silent even when you try to think

like if you write but have no words to be said

yet your mind is already nonstop thinking in control

then where is it at and why can’t we think even when we try

our mind still in a silence and no words or thoughts within the head

still face to face with this writers block somehow

trying to pull one thought from within this crazy routine within your brain

 in this silent life full of confusion and strife

making a silent bob trying to become the tin man for sure

however no brain so big or so small can even be the loudest still

for each brain may always be working its routine

weather loud or silent

you still always end up at some time with a silent word and quite routine

creating the silence we have around us right now

What are the things that he sees in me

this a question that has stumped many for many a year

what are the things he sees in me

are you certain it’s me that he sees these things he sees

I am not much

but

I am what I am

my life not so thrilling yet reveals many a thrill

what things does he see in me

why does he see what he sees

I am not all that exciting am I really

No

Well at least not to me

so what are these things he sees in me

I can’t find good in my life I have seen

he doesn’t know my life like what I see

so what does he see in me

what if  really am not as he thinks

what if I disapoint him when he learns of the things I have seen

he expects what it is he sees in me and thinks of me

but what when it is something new and in reality

what are the things he sees in me

I am not that special to have such a high perch

or am I and I just don’t really know who I am in life each day

I want to have faith

I want to believe

but I honestly do not see what he sees in me

why I am I so different and special and the chosen

I know I mutter this every so often

but my heart is worn and trust is slimmed

making my self esteem a bit of a wham

okay okay

alot of a wham

self evalution is not my degree

for sure it’s not

 or else why would I sit here asking what does he see in me

why does he see what he sees in me

what are the things he sees in me

each day she lived she was always there

 then I awake no expectations at hand but looking for her and in just that split second overnight as if it were already planned there she went without a word or a thought to yet come

one time she was there and then she was gone

will they let her die or let her story live on

it happens so fast it feels it can not be real

but as much as you try you take one more peek into that mirror and know than that it is

for you know of that very mirror you have known all too well that it itself is real and can not hide that fact as much as you wish you could at will

one minute she was here and in an instant overnight she was gone in just a second not even more

So you put yourself at ease knowing she is well

 pulling yourself up straight and square to the floor

taking one deep breath to face what is next

laying her to rest putting you at ease

this time is your last and final goodbye so make it your best as ever before

for once you awake in the morning light

her spirit will have been released into it’s very own light

together in two different ways you two move on

saying that final goodbye knowing that you will see each other still again in time

but for now she is here today but gone in an instant just over night dawn to daybreak of tomorrow’s light

I once wrote well of this sweet angel I knew

with hair so soft and smooth like it was wicked just right

she always wore a smile and filled your life with delight

bringing joy upon each step you’d take

she was the glow to brighten your pathway or road

I still know this angel I see

although life is not really the same these days

much of her glows  have begun to fade away

her feathers are malting sadly also

no one’s life is easy you easy

but an angel’s life should be carefree and happy

she used to smile all the time brightening each’s face as they crossed ways

though now she has weights of so many that even so it is tearing the angel herself down as well

herself still so joyous and bubbly as ever

though her life weighing her down and tearing at her age

filling her eyes and minds in overwhelming wear

her beauty still shining through amongst all the feathers from her widespread wings

just not as prominent which once was before

her hands still reaching out to all at her tips

but toppling her is enemy’s worst hold now

I sit back and cry as the tears fill my eyes

seeing in disbelief this angel i once knew

wishing i could be a majestic as her and give her the hand she’s given me a time and time again

having the power and will to fill each void

filling me with grace and relief

although I am not as majestic as she

and I can not bring the secure extra wing as she herself has time and again

My heart droops like a weeping willow as I watch in somber this fading wonder

Knowing of her from once before to who I know now as I watch her once more

tears my life away in shattered shreds as she carries weights never meant for her

 growing heavy laden and fatigued worn down as ever was before

 her glow slowly fading away melting into the waters and snows

this worn angel was not the angel I once saw and knew

now my words of this angel are seldom too few

as it hurts me more tan ever to recall the stories and paths she has traveled

 for all the many she has known leading her to this slow trialing trail I see now

she has done so many good things with good people as well

but life slowly hands her the jackpot of a bad deal and has slowly been eating her away

how much longer will this angel presumably stay

 I don’t ask or hope for much

however I will today

for this angel I know still has a spark of spirit I see

so today my request I make shall be

renew her light within her as you have within me and help her shine as ever bright as many times before did she and let her be still carefree and happy glowing everywhere and anywhere as ever she would and could before

empty the weights she has weighing on her and leave her free of all trials tied to her hold releasing her free once more