C.S. Lewis Quotes
1.
We are like blocks of stone
out of which the sculptor carves
the forms of man.
The blows of his chisel
that hurt so much
are what make us perfect.
2.
The most intense joy lies not in the having
but in the desiring
delight that never fades.
The bliss that is eternal
is only yours
when what you most desire
is just out of reach.
3.
We love to know we're not alone.
Why love if losing hurts so much?
Sunday, March 1, 2009
09-1994
Forget how I loved you
Forget how I cared.
The past is a memory
An ever fading picture
-The present affords.
1994
The years cast shadows
On your face
A number attempts
To reveal your wisdom
I see the truth
Your mouth distorts
01-1994
No time to feel
No time for tears
Suffocated in schedules
Who am I?
Why am I here?
08-1995
This rock begets life
In the Lily’s
That spew
From the cracks
In the rock
Beneath which
My brother lay.
11-1995
I chant crack
Behind my smile
Dark my soul
As the clouds
Outside my
Stain glass window
I cry in my room
At night
Quietly as a whisper
From a child
Hiding from whom
May hear
So I may not have to explain
Why
To those I now
Live among
12-1995
Your echo is as real
As the day you smiled
And waved goodbye
The same as the day
You died
Spring 1995
You cannot see
These walls
That keeps me
From calling your name
As you pass by.
02-1996
Is the mad vein
That generations
Have cast upon me
Visible?
Or,
Do only I succumb
To the urges
On occasion
What sanity
Can I relinquish
For only a moments peace
Inside my soul.
11-1998
I hold you close
to me
Intent on driving
your scent into
my memory
Yet find sorrow
has overtaken me
I let go
growing numb
from the loss
I have yet
to share
with you
12-1998
They do not know
the cross I bear
They cannot see
beyond the flesh
inside my soul
wretched at times
So I must write
that my soul may breath
without which
is suffocating
Like birth pains
I groan and sob
why must my soul
be seasoned
for a meal I cannot
attend
Forget how I loved you
Forget how I cared.
The past is a memory
An ever fading picture
-The present affords.
1994
The years cast shadows
On your face
A number attempts
To reveal your wisdom
I see the truth
Your mouth distorts
01-1994
No time to feel
No time for tears
Suffocated in schedules
Who am I?
Why am I here?
08-1995
This rock begets life
In the Lily’s
That spew
From the cracks
In the rock
Beneath which
My brother lay.
11-1995
I chant crack
Behind my smile
Dark my soul
As the clouds
Outside my
Stain glass window
I cry in my room
At night
Quietly as a whisper
From a child
Hiding from whom
May hear
So I may not have to explain
Why
To those I now
Live among
12-1995
Your echo is as real
As the day you smiled
And waved goodbye
The same as the day
You died
Spring 1995
You cannot see
These walls
That keeps me
From calling your name
As you pass by.
02-1996
Is the mad vein
That generations
Have cast upon me
Visible?
Or,
Do only I succumb
To the urges
On occasion
What sanity
Can I relinquish
For only a moments peace
Inside my soul.
11-1998
I hold you close
to me
Intent on driving
your scent into
my memory
Yet find sorrow
has overtaken me
I let go
growing numb
from the loss
I have yet
to share
with you
12-1998
They do not know
the cross I bear
They cannot see
beyond the flesh
inside my soul
wretched at times
So I must write
that my soul may breath
without which
is suffocating
Like birth pains
I groan and sob
why must my soul
be seasoned
for a meal I cannot
attend
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Everglades and You
I love to let my hair down
Thinking of you
As it sweeps across my naked back
Hot, sultry almost
As I dream of the Everglades
And you
Tall grass shifting
To the winds request
Shadows of love
Cast by the sun
As I
Under your breath
Mold to your skin
While drops of moisture
Gather between
My hair dusts my breast
Sweat drips from beneath
And I dream
Of that August day -
The Everglades
And you
Thinking of you
As it sweeps across my naked back
Hot, sultry almost
As I dream of the Everglades
And you
Tall grass shifting
To the winds request
Shadows of love
Cast by the sun
As I
Under your breath
Mold to your skin
While drops of moisture
Gather between
My hair dusts my breast
Sweat drips from beneath
And I dream
Of that August day -
The Everglades
And you
Memories
Echoes of fondness
reeling in your head
to remind you
what once was
is no longer
Louder they come
never to let you forget
it's over
Forever with such finality
the echoes remain
almost laughing
as they reel more
to hold you in a dream
that never lasted
reeling in your head
to remind you
what once was
is no longer
Louder they come
never to let you forget
it's over
Forever with such finality
the echoes remain
almost laughing
as they reel more
to hold you in a dream
that never lasted
Solitude
Most People find comfort
In the companionship
Of others
I find comfort
In my familiar solitude
In the companionship
Of others
I find comfort
In my familiar solitude
Longing
Why does it still hurt?
Why do I still miss him so?
Nine years and it is as lonely as the day he left
A wound time cannot mend
Though we try to forget, a permanency that haunts
If only my grieving was enough to bring him back
If only I had a chance to say goodbye...
Why is death so cold?
Why do I still miss him so?
Nine years and it is as lonely as the day he left
A wound time cannot mend
Though we try to forget, a permanency that haunts
If only my grieving was enough to bring him back
If only I had a chance to say goodbye...
Why is death so cold?
Dawn
While dawn rises
The horizon yawns
Colors of orange, red and blue
Ignite the sky
Into the night
The stars above
Are my evening company
We dance together
The silence a melody
My night alone is soon a concert
A symphony of beauty
I compose for company
The horizon yawns
Colors of orange, red and blue
Ignite the sky
Into the night
The stars above
Are my evening company
We dance together
The silence a melody
My night alone is soon a concert
A symphony of beauty
I compose for company
Autumn Leaves
To smell so strongly Autumn
To taste
To watch the falling of leaves
as they reach the ground.
Swept up by the roaring wind,
tossed rejoicing into the air, leaves
Fall again into a soft dream
where they waken slowly
only to be crushed by a passing foot
yearning to hear the heart of the leaf
cry out
To taste
To watch the falling of leaves
as they reach the ground.
Swept up by the roaring wind,
tossed rejoicing into the air, leaves
Fall again into a soft dream
where they waken slowly
only to be crushed by a passing foot
yearning to hear the heart of the leaf
cry out
Autumn Run
As I wind
Through the forest
Vibrant leaves of yellow
Red and orange scatter
Themselves about the trail
Lush moss wraps itself
Around logs and trees
Whose roots
Sprawl like a cobweb
Beneath my feet
The spawning of winter
Is near
Cold invites crisp
Rousing my senses
Through the forest
Vibrant leaves of yellow
Red and orange scatter
Themselves about the trail
Lush moss wraps itself
Around logs and trees
Whose roots
Sprawl like a cobweb
Beneath my feet
The spawning of winter
Is near
Cold invites crisp
Rousing my senses
Saturday, November 1, 2008
People
Are these walls
I build around me
Thick enough
To silence your glares
The thoughts they evoke?
Will these walls shelter me
From the possibilities
Of yesterdays lost?
When will I
No longer need
Your attention,
Your conversation
Your company
A sounding board
Of needs unmet
In the long road
To yourself
I build around me
Thick enough
To silence your glares
The thoughts they evoke?
Will these walls shelter me
From the possibilities
Of yesterdays lost?
When will I
No longer need
Your attention,
Your conversation
Your company
A sounding board
Of needs unmet
In the long road
To yourself
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