Hold On

It catches us on a breeze


that simple windy note

calling steady as we float

with eagerness and ease



Cling to my heart string

Hold fast to my soul

I wander on and on

with no place to go



You tie me down

and hold me tight

with your words and love

hold a little longer

and I might give up



It calls, it calls

it’s voice stronger than your own

I reach back to hold you

but I have already gone



Starry night, Starry night

take me back to then

The wind took me away

shall I never feel again?



You wanted this, you wanted this

the whisper knows my heart

You were made to run

before you fall apart.

In The Placid Summer Midnight

I love this poem, I am hesitant to share the poetry I love sometimes just because I feel like people do not appreciate it like I do, and I don't want anyone or anything to take away from it. How very dramatic of me but it's true. I feel like poems have the power to move the spirit if a person is open, but I am a writer so of course I think that. I do however know that Lauren will enjoy it so I will post it for her. :)

In the placid summer midnight,




Under the drowsy sky,



I seem to hear in the stillness



The moths go glimmering by.









One by one from the windows



The lights have all been sped.



Never a blind looks conscious -



The street is asleep in bed!









But I come where a living casement



Laughs luminous and wide;



I hear the song of a piano



Break in a sparkling tide;









And I feel, in the waltz that frolics



And warbles swift and clear,



A sudden sense of shelter



And friendliness and cheer . . .









A sense of tinkling glasses,



Of love and laughter and light -



The piano stops, and the window



Stares blank out into the night.









The blind goes out, and I wander



To the old, unfriendly sea,



The lonelier for the memory



That walks like a ghost with me.
 
By William Ernest Henley

Miss Me But Let Me Go

  "Those we love don't go away, they walk beside us every day, unseen, unheard, but always near, still loved, still missed and very dear." Papa Bob died October 25, 2010. It was like a jolt to the heart, I never saw it coming. I guess because I always saw Papa Bob as a strong and brave man that I never thought he could die, I mean I knew it would happen eventually but not this year, not this month. The hardest part about losing him was that I didn’t get to say goodbye. The last time I saw him was father’s day where he pushed me to sit in his lap with him and watch football, but I only stayed there on the couch with him for a few minutes and then I was off to do something else. Had I known that was the last time I would see him, I would have urged him to tell me more stories of when he was young and serving in the war, because I loved his stories. I would have told him I loved him and hugged him tight before he drove away. I guess we all have our “If I had only known” moments. In a flash though he was gone, and since the moment I found out he had passed, guilt and sadness tore at my heart. So I pleaded with God, “Just one chance Lord, let me say goodbye, even if it’s only a dream”.  The days passed though, and even after the funeral when the 21 gun salute went off and the music played, and the breeze blew through the autumn trees I pictured him standing there with us, waiting for us to set him free. And even as I laid the single rose on his casket and blew him a kiss, it still didn’t feel like goodbye. There was still this pain in my heart, until Saturday night as I was laying in bed, I asked God again to let me say goodbye and as I drifted between sleep and conciseness I had a dream. It was just like the day of his funeral, the sun was shining and the slight breeze sent chills up my spine and I was standing over a grave covered in the fallen leaves. I begin to sweep the leaves away and something told me “Robbie it’s time to go” the voice was almost urgent. So I backed away and looked up and in the distance on a hill was the silhouette of a man. I could tell he was in uniform because I could see the outline of his hat. I knew instantly that it was Papa Bob, and in a single gesture he lifted his hand  and waved and it seemed like minutes he stood there waving, and I knew this was goodbye. Then I woke up. God had given me my goodbye and some may think it was just a dream but I know it was him and I know he knows how hurt I was that I didn’t say goodbye. I also I know that he is up in heaven, young and beautiful again and he will be a part of the greeting party that awaits me when I  go to meet my savior. My heart is at peace.

Paradox By J.B. Rittenhouse

This is just a poem I really like. It's too deep for a facebook status..lol


I WENT out to the woods to-day


To hide away from you,

From you a thousand miles away—

But you came, too.



And yet the old dull thought would stay,

And all my heart benumb—

If you were but a mile away

You would not come.

Nothing

I have come to the realization that my life is worth nothing, and has no purpose, no hope. That is unless I am doing something, something not for myself but for someone else. If I am not loving someone, helping them, making a difference then I AM NOTHING. My life has no value to me if I am not giving everything I am to something greater than myself. I have only one life to live and it will not be in vain! Everyday things don't satisfy me anymore. I can no longer sit here and be quiet and my heart is screaming out for something more. My life is worthless in my own hands. So I give it to God, and like the potter he is, he is forming this clay into something he sees fit. I won't be still much longer because the fire inside of me is growing, and the yearnings of my heart are beating violently in my chest and I can feel change coming. Something big, bigger than myself. My worthless, pointless life is no longer my own but God's. And now everything is becoming clearer, and I am growing anxious because nothing is correct anymore, nothing around me seems right. I am crying out to God "Tell me what to do, who I can serve and I will do it! Show me!". That is my hearts plea because I was nothing, but now life is becoming something.

Echo

Vincent Van Gogh once said “I am not an adventurer by choice but by fate”. It is the same with me. My imagination has danced with thoughts of heroic adventures since I was a child, but it was only in my mind, and I walked through life longing for the adventures I only read about, and it gnawed at my heart knowing I would never go on a adventure quite like the ones I watched on TV or read in books. Such a cruel reality for a kid. So I wandered through life, doing what everyone else was doing, believing what everyone else believed but inside my heart there was an echo, and the echo ached. It ached for something more, something bigger in life. I tried to ignore it, but something always awakened it. Sometimes it was something I saw with my eyes, like a painted sunset, or it was something I heard like the uncontainable laughter of a child who was living in poverty on the streets of Tanzania. Whatever it was all I know is that I couldn’t shake it, the feeling that tells you “There is something more…you have a destiny”. Then one day it all came to me. We live in a world where good and evil are constantly at war. Satan is constantly destroying people, and their hearts and we brush it off and say “Oh, that’s just life”. It isn’t life, there is actually someone working behind the scenes and just because we can’t see him does not mean he is not there, and just like any tale of heroism we are called to be warriors. To fight the good fight!!! (1 Tim 6:12) To protect others, the orphans, the poor, the broken. Were called to love others and to give our lives for what we believe is true, and right even if it means everyone is against you. Were all in this battle, and just because we are not carrying swords and wearing armor doesn’t mean that it isn’t real. Satan is winning when he convinces you that this life is all there is, that this mundane life boring life is it. Each and everyone has a Destiny that is greater than anything we can imagine but like any good tale of adventure, one has to step up and embrace it, and that takes courage. So be courageous. Someone somewhere maybe waiting for you to step up. What happens if you never do?

A Little Deeper

"I remember a place... a town... a house like a lot of houses... a yard like a lot of other yards... on a street like a lot of other streets. And the thing is, after all these years, I sill look back... with wonder" -The Wonder Years

 I think about my childhood a lot. I think about that little street and that house and all the memories there. I think about my brother mostly. And when I go back in my mind, it's me and him building forts and breaking things in our back yard and I can still see the excitement in his eyes when whenever we would do something. I looked up to him as a child, he was my partner in crime. Now I barely know him. He is older and the adventure and excitement that once filled his eyes as a small boy no longer resides there. Instead there is something else in his eyes. A sadness, and a hurt that he received after a life filled with betrayal after betrayal, hurt after hurt. That is all I see now and I guess it's so easy to love him with my whole heart no matter what he says or does because he is forever frozen in my mind as that 10 year old boy I followed around like a puppy for most of my childhood. Now all I think about anymore is had I only been a little braver, then maybe I could have saved him. I know one thing, and is that there will never be a day I will look back and not wonder.

Opened Cage

Butterflies danced in old dusty places

New feelings filled empty spaces.

Awake and alive deep inside

Broke the ropes that had me tied.

All to fast and all too soon

Dancing around a setting moon
Hope filled my soul at last
Gave me the rush I knew wouldn't last.
All is not gone and I am not lost
I would dance again at the same cost
The musics still playing and my heart still beats
You left with the world alive at my feet.