Friday, October 17, 2008
“Angels’ Messages”
I have plenty of tears to spare
If it helps to ease your pain...
I have compassion I don’t mind to share,
Just let me know if it’s needed and when...
You can count on me though a stranger –
‘Tis easy to confess to ones you’ve never met…
I am only a vessel, a messenger,
I’ll tell you what your angel asked me to relay...
I can chat all I want, catching your attention,
You may find me bothersome, strange…
My pride is not wounded, just hear the message
Your guardian Angel has sent.
August 29, 2008
If it helps to ease your pain...
I have compassion I don’t mind to share,
Just let me know if it’s needed and when...
You can count on me though a stranger –
‘Tis easy to confess to ones you’ve never met…
I am only a vessel, a messenger,
I’ll tell you what your angel asked me to relay...
I can chat all I want, catching your attention,
You may find me bothersome, strange…
My pride is not wounded, just hear the message
Your guardian Angel has sent.
August 29, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
“White Flocks of Angels Beyond Heavy Clouds…”
Heavy grayness above, deep despair,
Weighty thoughts and distressing dreams…
Tiny windows of blue – here and there,
Sweet reminders of a recent gleam…
I closed my eyes, hold back my tears…
I soar beyond heavy layers –
High and above, into the heavens,
Into the dreamland that’s never gray…
Far beyond the frigid pressure,
Even though in my mind’s eyes,
I see white flocks of angels…
They don’t talk, you know, they smile…
My eyes are shut, yet I see so clear,
Pretending I am one of them,
My body feels light in the air
As if for me those wings were made…
It is time to leave, to fly back,
Diving through the thickness below…
They’re still smiling at me, my flock,
Only one did cry… I know…
October 4, 2008
Weighty thoughts and distressing dreams…
Tiny windows of blue – here and there,
Sweet reminders of a recent gleam…
I closed my eyes, hold back my tears…
I soar beyond heavy layers –
High and above, into the heavens,
Into the dreamland that’s never gray…
Far beyond the frigid pressure,
Even though in my mind’s eyes,
I see white flocks of angels…
They don’t talk, you know, they smile…
My eyes are shut, yet I see so clear,
Pretending I am one of them,
My body feels light in the air
As if for me those wings were made…
It is time to leave, to fly back,
Diving through the thickness below…
They’re still smiling at me, my flock,
Only one did cry… I know…
October 4, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
“Nostalgia”
It rains for four consecutive days –
Drowning plants and my thoughts,
It comes in humid, suffocating waves,
It stops for a moment and again returns…
Nostalgia… The saddest of seasons,
When Nature’s blooming term’s expired…
One couldn’t help but witness
That everything alive is slowly dying…
Fragrant world gives its place to decay,
An abundance of colors’ become one:
All rusty-brown or dirty-grey
Would stay for many months to come…
Melancholy, tears, drops of rain
Leaving streaming scars across my face…
I mourn every flower that dies in pain…
Today I mourn. Tomorrow I’ll be brave…
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Should one be sad, call it a defeat? –
One had his term. The cycle is complete…
September 28, 2008
Drowning plants and my thoughts,
It comes in humid, suffocating waves,
It stops for a moment and again returns…
Nostalgia… The saddest of seasons,
When Nature’s blooming term’s expired…
One couldn’t help but witness
That everything alive is slowly dying…
Fragrant world gives its place to decay,
An abundance of colors’ become one:
All rusty-brown or dirty-grey
Would stay for many months to come…
Melancholy, tears, drops of rain
Leaving streaming scars across my face…
I mourn every flower that dies in pain…
Today I mourn. Tomorrow I’ll be brave…
***************************
Should one be sad, call it a defeat? –
One had his term. The cycle is complete…
September 28, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
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