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We Are The People

We are all the same
Not one of us so different than the other
We are the people
Each born of the same race
No matter the color
No matter the style
No matter your height
We all are labeled the human race
So why segregation
Why bully the handicap who can’t react to what they are given
There are no reasons
It is uncalled for
We are the people
All born of the same designed race
We are not monsters looking so ugly or scary
We are the people
Named the human race
So let’s be proud of who we are
Giving our name to good use and making it become something all want to hear
We are all born of one race
Not different in any way at all
We each have the silhouette of the main profile called “the human”
We are all the same everyday in life
So free your thoughts and open your mind creating the best of our titled name
We all are the people
That will not ever change
We shall live and even die this in the final day
Be proud of who you are
Don’t dismay what a beautiful thing that you could really honestly be

 
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Posted by on April 10, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Radio Stuff, Uncategorized

 

My Heart(The Song)

O my heart
My heart, my heart
My heart…..

My heart is changing
My heart is changing

O my heart
My heart,my heart
My heart is beating

My heart is beating
My heart is changing
For you

My heart is changing for you
For me

My heart is changing everyday for you
Each day it changes in a different way
Changing for you and for me

Written By My Daughter Sarah Age 6

 

Irish Lucks

With Irish eyes a charm so bright
So tiny and small no one would have ever guessed so
An Irish chum she is indeed
With Irish blood which flows within
Irish eyes which sparkle like gold
With a nose that rests upon the luck of a shamrock
A leprechaun some may say
Tiny and small
But she is pure at heart and full of love and luck
She is my lil Irish luck
A new found friend
Irish lucks have found me here
No not a coin or pot of gold at any rainbow
Not too big and not too old
Just a true friend with a pure soul
Just a new found friend
With a heart filled with a heart like gold

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Posted by on March 10, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

 

Every Night A Living Fight

Every night a living fight.
You always believe that you know just what is right.
Miss mouth is the name I gave when it began that night, but now I wish I could take it back because they are surely following shortly behind.
How do train you better than this when lip is all I get as the mouth keeps leading ahead. It’s like your ears have been lost behind and they just don’t mind. It is me feeling the anger alas. Years feeling useless and left in the past, tears constantly filling my eyes.
I feel as if moms words don’t stand or mean one thing and it is just a sound that I help my mouth to make.
Every night is all the same and all I can do is feel walked over, burned, drained and ready to cry. Every night is a living fight until I finally get you sound in bed sleeping thru the night.

 
 

Unconditional Love And Forgiveness Scootch No Matter What, That Is Who I Am…..A True Friend

Unavailing love for the friend closest to you. You open your mind to subject of chance and change. Believing they will be there to the end and remain a true friend. Lending a hand to help one out and be a true friend like no one else will. You take the key unlocking the door and opening your heart where you don’t always let everyone near for your closest one to you to no longer believe but instead fall short and walk away mad not another word said. With nothing to hide you asking why? You’ve done nothing wrong but cared for your friends and family when you didn’t even need to. Okay so I just can’t all times I am sorry for that but at least I am still there for you friend when no one else stays by your side. I make that extra time in my life knowing that you are special and you need that special time the importance for it to have you run your own route right in life. Although instead of appreciating what I have done all along when I could. You turn in betray and get mad with a strong angered attitude taking it all out on me just because this one time I couldn’t make it work out to give you what you need when asked. I didn’t say I wouldn’t I said just wait please and give me a couple days so I can make it work right. Scootch you mean everything to me I can’t make all magic and have it all work just the way that you want or when you want it, but telling me that I am on the wrong and that I don’t care is intolerable when you and I both know that you need the love and extra support as much as me. I have never disrespected you or turned you away. I have never lead you wrong or made you stray. I have been there for you holding your hand everyday. I have taken you in all I can. I have promised my life to you to help you raise your first unborn and always given you word on always having a place to stay. Yet in it all you get mad at me for one time not knowing what was going on and turn your heart cold turning away from me when I just couldn’t make it work. Saying I am sorry hundreds of times and questioning our friendship in the very end. You question. Just know whatever your answer I still have full unconditional love to give and forgive, and no matter what you decide I will be your friend to the very end. It is the person that I am and who Christ would want me to be. A true friend throughout all.

 
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Posted by on March 3, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

 

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Somehow, One Day

Feeling the burning desire of anger and discomfort. No matter how hard I try to step away I somehow always somehow see you Weasel your way back in to destroy me inside. Years gone to waist,tears staining my pillows and sheets. Somehow it just never fails to always get into my head and drain out the very best of me. Somehow, but one day. Yes one day.

 
 

The Way People Communicate And Understand Me

If there were one thing I wish that could ever be changed

 it would be the communication lever within and surrounding me

Throughout myself and my journey in life

I have found faults in the way that people communicate with me

I try to try but getting no where

I step away in search of fresher calmer air

from being ignored, not listened to, not heard or mocked

to not understood and condemned because of my thoughts

from being judged or taken to heart the wrong way when heard

saying things I mean to say one way but yet meaning it a totally different way all together

expressing myself in many different ways including

writing, word of mouth and speech

trying to express what I feel and saying it all the same

has never been easy to me

trying to make a new friend, meet a new face or stay in connection with those closest in my life

are seldom for me

I may open up well on the days that I try

but hidden deep inside

within my tiny small trusted frame

I stay desolate, quiet, and all in familiars with just me

Yes, I can be a social butterfly once you have gotten to know me

but warming up to anyone outside of me and to you is not easy one bit for me to do

although I make baby steps at least to try

communication is not an easy place that works for me

I would love to say that everyone understands me

but too many a time

we just don’t see eye to eye

with what I try to express getting mangled and twisted within rubble and mess

to things that I can say

coming out the wrong way

hurting me or others along its route out of me into life any given day

Not always meaning what has been said or done

trying to change it, apologize for the way it came out and getting turned down

or trying again only making it worse

If I could change one thing any given day

it would be to change the way of communication with me

knowing I could or would be understood

to trusting that I won’t be mocked or laughed or judged for my mouth or the things that I say or believe

Knowing and holding onto the fact that I was heard, understood and believed in life

trusting that I could open up more to my friends or family

that no one on earth or my circles I know would turn and talk or make fun of me

trusting that I could always be a social butterfly

not being hidden and shy

my closest friends not feeling ignored or betrayed

I never said or meant that

I just tend to stay quiet hidden and to myself.

It’s just me

I’m sorry

I don’t know how to change who I was born to be

but if I could change one thing on any given day

the way people communicate with me and understand me

is what it would be.

 
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Posted by on February 14, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Uncategorized

 

Once A Legend To Live Out A Dream

A legend lives forever in the hearts and souls they’ve touched
Not soon or ever forgotten among the few to many they’ve so short seen and grown fond
A legend lives forever in experience, memories and there on beyond
Once to have come in so far there is no turning back
The journey keeps repeating even past death
It lives forever in voice thru us
We become the voice for tomorrow and spread out the words
Once a legend you have touched your fair share
You claimed your number well and you made it into fame
Creating a lit spark, growing flame to have all who knew you memorize and. Learn and keep your name
Although we all can’t become that keen all legends usually can
This is how a legend forms another legends name
To always be remembered as they were and who they were for one day someone new will still again become inspired some more.
Once a legend to live out a dream

Written in tribute to Whitney Houston’s death at 48
I grew up with her and loved her all the same as those who cherished her just as much in just hearing her name.

Although she will be missed loved she will always be and still live on in memories and fame still to live on just by her name

 
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Posted by on February 12, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Radio Stuff, Uncategorized

 

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To Be Married Finally…No Longer A Dream

I gather together ideas of that one special day. Already having my apparel picked out and ideas in my head. Awaiting that day I shall one day be wed. Minds eye alert and open minded of each new style that begins to come out. Nothing planned or day picked put just ideas full of surprise and still on a burning flame that the day will come and fill my fame with glory and future family to share with. Fulfilling a dream never yet seized and giving me a feeling I have not yet surpassed. Walking an isle I have not yet strutted. Being for one day my very own a princess or beauty queen. That day will be a day just for me. A day for me alone to be with him throughout eternity . For us to begin our own journey into the next happy place traveled happily. Just married…happy. No longer a dream…but a chance to be married finally. Thoughts I ponder quite frequently actually. Though you’d never know it not much to be seen. First things first he’s gotta propose to me and before doing that he’s gotta find me. To be married finally… No longer a dream but into reality.

 
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Posted by on February 11, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Uncategorized

 

The Big Bright Blue

She’s got her eyes on you
She’s got her eyes on you

She’s got her eyes on you
On the big bright blue

She’s got her eyes on you
She’s got a voice of words

She’s got a lot of love and heart that’s pure

She’s got her eyes on you in the sun of day

She’s got her eyes on you all of the way

In sun and snow, she sees you in the big bright blue

She’s got her eyes on you
She’s got her eyes on you
She’s got her eyes on you
On the big bright blue

She’s got her eyes on you
She’s got, She’s got

She’s got her eyes on you

 
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Posted by on February 8, 2012 in kids, Love, Poetry, Uncategorized