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Marry Me

Marry me.
Love me.
Cherish me.
Remember all the happy times.
All the memories.
You bring me to life.
You make me strong.
You are my shining star the shines so bright.

Marry me.
Keep each memory.
Love me.
Hold me.
You make me smile.
You make me laugh.
You are my everything.

You make my heart beat so rapid.
You make me shake at your sight.
You make me alive.

Hurry up don’t let time run out.
Marry me.
Walk with me underneath a stary sky.
Marry me don’t make me wait.
Time is of the essence do the right thing.
Marry me.

 
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Posted by on January 10, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Uncategorized

 

2011 in review

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A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 2,900 times in 2011. If it were a cable car, it would take about 48 trips to carry that many people.

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It Was Two Years Ago Today

I am sitting in solitude a lot lately with so many questions and thoughts to ponder. With a daughter that has a blood disease and needs a regular medical schedule. Together with thoughts of recollection of the past years because of the recent transition of the new year to the realization that today a year ago was the day that my mother passed. I miss you mom. Just some simple thinking coming amongst my brain. As I don’t have the answers or knowledge of her days in life i gave her and than i guess that I am understanding why you have been nagging and pulling at my heart and mind a lot more recently lately, as it was two years ago today that you died. I am hoping and believing that this is you trying to acknowledge me and let me know that you are here and still trying to let me know that you are still in a sense by my side. Maybe not in so many words and actions as I am used to but by my heart hoping that it is so. Mom, I love you.

 
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Posted by on January 4, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

 

The Traveler I Now Am

Traveling now where we once traveled together I now become my own traveler.
Looking about with each step that I take I see just all that I have seen once before, but this time is different.
Each empty branch and each limb on a tree I take notice of as it does not pass by me. The two sets of footprints that once followed me are a single traveler among that fresh bank of snow. Seeing in a different light which I had once known even in the night passes me by now with a bit of discomfort, unfamiliar and fright.
Seeing my life with two different eyes and you no longer a traveler at my side makes me restless even at the best of times.
At times making me fall in tears and cry
Or drop toy knees wanting to hide. My life is just not the same anymore with you gone and no longer walking in thru the door. Just to hear you speak once more or feel you cry on my shoulder when we’d have a good talk to comfort each other and make each other get the last word or last laugh.
Even when I was at my lowest low you helped me to keep my head high and have something to live for in life now.
But when I was all settled and thought it all was alright that was when I was alone and came back to realization of life and what it is now reminding me once again of life without you here by my side yet again. Making me the traveler who I now am.

 
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Posted by on January 4, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

 

Lucky Numbers Eleven And Seven

My favorite number.
Number eleven.
Eleven, eleven it rhymes with seven.
Seven is said to be lucky too.
With seven dwarfs to look after you and always try to protect you.
Seven, seven, seven always was best.
With God Protecting you with his grace and peace.
In good standings you should be when seven ate nine, and nine met ten and together chased the bad guys down eleventh street again.
Living life in twelve hour time to reminisce upon this subtle rhyme of lucky number eleven and seven will only turn you for a whim and leave you nothing more or less by the end.

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

 

I Cry

I can not hide the tears that stray.
They fall so much when you are away.
I close my eyes and think of memories and imagine good times trying to push all the feelings away.
Yet the harder I try the more these eyes of mine cry.
I sit alone trying to be there for our daughter and her blood disease but even that I can not do.
Scared half to death feeling all alone I do not know what to answer to her dealing with this stuff on our own.
I know nothing of what I am up against, and the information I gain from google and the net is over our heads and makes no sense. I am out of my wit with this one single hand. Scared half to death this is the life I was given.

 
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Posted by on December 29, 2011 in Love, Poetry, Uncategorized

 

I See You For You

While I look into your eyes.
I see the Hurt.
I see the pain.
I see the love.
I see the shame.
I see you.
I see you happy, I see you blue.
I see the love that you hold so near, and so dear.
I see you truly for you, for who you are. I see you beautiful.
I see you nothing less and nothing more.
I see you for you.

 
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Posted by on December 29, 2011 in Love, Poetry, Uncategorized

 

A Wounded Angel

Tethered and worn, left to rot upon this life
Each wing with many a scar
Each feather broken and brittle amongst the wears it has to show
Her life trying to be all she can to show others how to believe
Her heart breaking in every situation that he has within her grasp to hold onto in faith and fate
Each wing wounded and broken in shambles of dismay, heartache and shame.
A wounded angel is what she has become
Still remaining true to heart by her self regard. While in her mind she has broken inside and questions just how is good still inside with all that she has done and still can do. How valuable is it all with so much heartache, shame, and pain within tearing her apart at the seams. really just who could she really be with everything gone within all she had that remained. Who could she be but a wounded angel left in pain and dismay ahead.

 
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Posted by on December 20, 2011 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

 

You Can Try And Try To Tear Me Down, This Is Where I Was Meant To Stand

You can try and try to tear me down Satan but I will not let you as I will stay held high and strong and believe. I will not let you break this wall that I have built high up around me. You think informing me that my one daughter has a blood disease and that my other daughter has a vitamin D deficiency will kill me you are wrong. Yea so it is scary, but guess what!! So is and was becoming homeless and left to relive all I ever lived once that was ripped from beneath my grip and from under my feet beneath me. I don’t need this on top of all other stuff out of organization in my life. But you ain’t gonna pull me down. You can be on the outside looking in trying to get your way and win. But I have my strength, faith, and love of those around me and by my side who stand in the midst of it all from every height and ground looking in every direction looking around from inside and out to see what help thy may find to keep my head on straight.
So you can pull and shove on by me bringing more for me to carry, but you ain’t gonna pull me down and get me at your level. No sir no sir. You ain’t gonna pull me down. I as any human will worry and fear indeed, indeed but you won’t pull me down to your low height of you. So as I see it you can just keep looking in from the outside peering in. I will not hold my head low just for you to find your prides. I shall hold my head high and just reply, God is good and he will give what is meant for this child of mine, and all in all will be okay. I shall not thread in what is wrong in the health of these two young ones. We will be okay. There has been much worse with others before. This is nothing new and nothing more. This is where I was meant to stand. This is where I belong. All will be okay once I come to the end.

 
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Posted by on December 19, 2011 in Love, Poetry, Uncategorized

 

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Sixteen Shots Sounded That Day

One shot fired that rang my ears.

One tear dropped that rolled across her face.

Feeling the burning pain from within her heart

Fear filling her as she heads out the door

 not knowing just what she will find or see out in that cold dark night

Police responding just before she got a chance to hit that green button and  send

Realizing as she came to the corner

that the burning pain was right

Seeing everyone swarm to her front door

your heart throbbing beneath her skin

dead silance of fear within the air

What happened

everyone wants to know

With no one wittness to what conspired

withnin that cold hour

No reasons,  or leads to put together

A family brought closer together

a house destroyed and left in rubble

just before the christmas eve

door windows shattered

left laying upon the sidewalk

A mother left to sit and stare in silence disrespect, and dispair

Blaming her teenage children for what she has seen

for the shattered glass and threatened lives

and the house that has become destroyed before their eyes and alone

while she was off drinking while all was going down

A life that she had never expected to see

a life where she had already lost her husband fourteen years back

Spending her own life depressed and shut away

using her hours of free time to drink in a local bar every hour that she may have

Two children lost at fifteen and sixteen

trying to survive while mom just waists away

two children scared of whom to trust and who to believe

Sixteen shots were sound that day

all lives cherished and wrapped in God’s protecting hands

A family drawn together as they never could become before

while questions still claim there own minds more

A daughter left scared and staying away from home

 at a true friends house where she feels compfort and a safe return

not knowing who will be there threatening her or her family again

or when if it happens again

not wanting to go out alone one her own anymore

as she knows not what lays on the other side

Police in questionable reaction

with no one seeing, hearing, or having any sense of motive or lead

 for such a violent crime or reason for such a cruel intent indeed

Everyone thanking God that everyone remains all right

thanking God for keeping everyone inside the house all safe

thanking God that nothing was anyworse out

while still aleart and observing all around

 in hope to learn some answers of who or why this all went down.

The shooting of a friends home just before the holiday’s came

a sad thing indeed  that this happens true

however better the way it went, than how it could have ended instead

cold and sad amongst the holiday’s

Dead

That would be much more sorrowful

than what was left here

thanking God that no one was hurt or killed

Sixteeen shots rang out within the deep, dark night

 
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Posted by on December 11, 2011 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized