For my son - Cody
Have you ever seen an angel sleep
There is peacefulness only an angel can keep
A soft smooth face – so perfect and sweet
Still little hands - tiny little toes, on precious feet
--He is my son- One true gift God has given to me
All my dreams, all my smiles, and all my heart
In a child named Cody.
Torture me
With the sweet agony , feeling the transference of your heat to my skin. Fingers splayed across the small of my back.
Face to face, skin upon skin; to be there when you breathe out, that I might breathe you in.
Hands in my hair, unspoken passion, electric shocks traveling down my spine through such raven locks.
A paltry comparison is my imagination to the reality of your gift --
The softest, sweetest, single kiss...
Forbidden love
To touch the face of an angel, just once to wake up in those arms.
To feel the heat and passion, be enraptured with your fingers trailing warmth
Nakedly before me, vulnerable and raw afraid to touch your body, standing trapped in my own awe.
Whispered breaths upon my neck igniting my inner core.
Begging, pleading, wanting always to feel your touch just once more...
Drawn
Drawn by your humanity, your strength, and the courage of the man you are.
And though I know it to be wrong, still I am drawn as a moth to the flame.
Stolen smiles, hidden touches, the look that steals my breath –
sending chills along the center of my frame
And I crave more. Awaiting the next opportunity to be alone with you
The moment your look penetrates my soul as if you have known where it could be found; always.
My Own Saint
My Very Own Saint -
All my life I have waited for a man to suit me.
Some one strong, but bound by compassion and respect.
-My own saint.
We live in a cold and lonely world, so many pushed together, yet still so solitary. I in my corner, not daring to reach out, or be touched by another.
Watching the frenzy from my window.
Suddenly, you appeared before me, standing out in a crowd of a thousand blurred faces. The only one to actually see into my window and not just notice the decorations hanging about. And for a moment I stopped hiding on the other side of that window, leaping in to the arms of my very own saint.
You are with me thru all, my dreams, my nitemares, my bright and shining days, and summer rains. You float along with me as I walk in the fields, and whisper sweet words when there are tears in my voice. You give me strength to see the light inside myself, and yet you ask for nothing in return.
You make my heart smile.
God truly must think I am special, for in my lifetime, I have been given an angel in my son, and in you -
- My very own saint -
For James-
Rayven
he strives not to give me what I need,
but in his selfishness, seeks only what he needs from me.
winds of our storm have quickly grown cold
I am tired, and tired of being alone
true to myself- the hope has died
his touch, his words, his eyes have lied.
he is a stranger in a world I do not know
even in his embrace - I stand alone
In The Silence
Remembering the feel of his fingers upon my skin,
my heart once again longing for him.
The feel of his body, wrapped in mine
heat and passion and sweat entwine.
A chill over comes me, the awakening begins
Flooded with memories of the past
and the realization that with him,
I would rather be nothing then last..
(D: dimes in the block should always be heads up )
To the vets - Thank you for your sacrifices and bravery.
-The shield-
The nites are quickly growing cold and lonely
Here in the woods, with the stars, with which I keep company.
I see them sparkle and flutter as if sending signals to one another
The cold still nite is interrupted by planes taking flight.
Husbands and daughters and sons, off to fight a war that has yet begun
Here in the rear it seems so far away,
but in our minds, we all wonder if it will be us the next day.
And these two men, whom countries put their trust in,
Does it even cross their minds the
hurt an
d
worry of those left behind?
They sit in their mansions with their wives, all snug and tight
But who is to hold our soldiers through these cold and lonely nites?
Together/Alone
I've seen stealths fly silent, in the dead of nite
Lain in my bed and heard A-10's take flight
Stood in a battlefield with so many others, yet so alone.
Wondering if their minds also danced with thoughts of home
Worried of family and friends who are worrying if we were alright
Darkness fell, I closed my eyes in fright..
Wondering.. will there be an attack tonite, will it be here
Will we see, in our own country, one single day of this brand new year?
Will we go home the same as we left, or would a part of ourselves in Saudi be kept?
Time has passed, and tonite I sit here, in my very own home,
with all my loved ones happy and safe, together - alone.
MOM & POPPY
A parent's greatest gift is one that can not be bought,
It's the love and honesty and trust, in the lessons that are taught
In knowing when to force a talk, and the understanding nod of an unspoken thought.
In quieting a cry, in the middle of the nite
and allowing us to gather our own experience in something done, that wasn't right.
In holding your tongue when there are things you could have said and never saying "I told you so", even though you did.
In the ear you lend when we need to talk
and some how knowing when you need not say anything at all
In the selfishlessness through all our pain and tears, and the voices of
reassurance we've hear throughout the years.
And in the opening you find, when others see only a wall,
For these reasons and so many more, I know I am truly, the richest
child of them all.
Shadow faces
I've seen you in my dreams.
A savior out of the shadows
Gingerly quieting my screams,
taking me from violence, to walk thru the meadows
Always saving me from horrors as I sleep
The eternal shoulder my tears fall upon as I weep
Calming me as I shake,
Holding me, protecting me until I wake.
Aftermath
I once enjoyed the nites, now they frighten me
The faces that appear, in the shadows that I see.
The wind that used to sing and comfort me
Now imitates voices on the sly
Causing me to jump at a stranger walking by
My freedom is the perception of someone else's eye
For he who merely sees knows NOT what I feel inside.
Go on-
The loss of someone you love can leave within the mind
a vacuum where grief takes root and spreads the heart to bind
with thoughts that drain the joy from life, that darkens day by day
Grief must have its season, but it can not, must not stay.
Grief, like any parasite, will feed upon your soul.
You must summon up the will to re-assume control
-Mustering your forces for the years that will remain
Reassessing resources - life to start again.
Jason
As special and unique as the spiders web dancing in the glimmer of a mornings dew.
These are the feelings I hold for you.
Stolen moments alone in a crowd,
My happiest days are brighter now.
You don’t complete me, you compliment the me I am when I’m with you, the me I CAN be.
No longer do I feel the need to be a rock, or stand within my walls,
but to be vulnerable and loving - wrapped in your amazing arms.
A whole new being I didn’t know I held, I see her reflection in your smile.
And I realize, I’ve been searching for you all the while.
Love at First Sight?
I've spent years longing for a whirl wind romance, a love of fire and ice.
The "love at first sight" you buy at the cinema, for a general admission ticket price.
Thru life's lessons I have learned, Ice will melt leaving only wetness in it's place.
And the fire that burned, consumes itself; from flames to embers, then ashes, until only dust remains.
YOU have been constantly beside me, never too hot, never cold.
Never once trying to convince me that I should love you,
but allowing me the time to realize on my own accord, that I do.
And a truer love will never be written in a movie script, nor found in the pages of a romance novel, than a love that has been grown from the seed of friendship.
It is here though, for all the world to see, it is in the smiles and passion shared between you and me.