When I Close My Eyes

I know when I close my eyes,
They spread their wings to fly.
I can see their halos glow,
when I close my eyes.

They drift amongst the clouds,
always looking down.
Watching over me when days go by.
I know they do this when I close my eyes.

I bet they talk about my love and hates
and they can determine my own fate
And I bet they talk to God each night
To make sure what I do at night.

But God didn't put wings on friends,
though I do not know why.
Because I know that they are angels
Every time I close my eyes.

Within Me
by Kathleen Sheppard

Scarlet lips as red as a rose,
perfect hips in a seductive pose.
On the outside this is what I may be,
but what about looking at the heart within me.

Long black hair, surrounding my face,
baby blue eyes and full of grace.
This is what most men chase,
but my soul and feeling cannot be erased.

Long, untouched legs with a snug fitting skirt,
a short and sexy tube top shirt,
I take my looks with little pride,
for what I care about is what's inside.

They say that these looks are a sensation,
that I am one of God's best creations,
But all I really want is for you to see,
all the good that is within me

You are really special

You are really special,
You are encouraging and kind,
too gentle in spirit to see
how generous and special you are,
especially to me.

So I stand before you, a mirror,
your reflection, strong and true.
Take a look at the honesty here,
the wonderful, unique, you.

Do you see the person I see?
Do you see a beautiful sight?
Do you see a real and honest soul
who's lifts my soul in flight?

The person you see in your mirror
opened my doubting eyes
that I can be more, because,
I've seen myself in your eyes.

And The Storm Comes

the sky clouds over,
the wind picks up,
the hail comes down,
and the storm comes,

the rain falls down,
the wind is faster,
the sound is louder,
and the storm comes,

the lights go out,
all goes quiet,
the wind seems still,
but the storm comes,

the wind sounds again,
and the hail bangs down,
the roar is heard,
and the storm comes,

the walls come down,
people are hurt,
much is damaged,
and the storm leaves,

the wall are built,
the graves are laid,
the storm is gone,
and the nightmares stay.

I Could
by Kaunie Hagensen

I could write you a letter,
But what would it say?
Could it make things better?
Would it make everything okay?

I could write you a song,
Full of love hope and grace.
Would you tell me what went wrong?
Could you say it to my face?

I could make a telephone call,
And listen as you cried
But I would not let you fall,
And if you did, we'd both know I tried.

I could make the world go away
But would that be what you like?
You would miss the golden sunrays
You would miss the moonlight.

I could stop all this pain
Bring it all to an end
The tears would fall like rain
On the shoulder of a dear friend.

If You Were Busy

If you were busy being kind,
Before you knew it you would find
You'd soon forget to think `twas true
That someone was unkind to you.

If you were busy being glad
And cheering people who seem sad,
Although your heart might ache a bit,
You'd soon forget to notice it.

If you were busy being good,
And doing just the best you could,
You'd not have time to blame some man
Who's doing just the best he can.

If you were busy being true
To what you know you ought to do,
You'd be so busy you'd forget
The blunders of the folks you've met.

If you were busy being right,
You'd find yourself too busy quite
To criticize your brother long,
Because he's busy being wrong.

In Those Rare Moments I See Truth

What spirited heart drives me thus?
Frenzied madness . . . I must refrain!
Spoiled little child, make such a fuss,
How the ego of youth is vain!

Fight though I may, never will I win:
The battle lost before the start;
Self- centeredness, my greatest sin,
Corrupts my mind, the sacred heart.

Why the need to so glorify
The self? My stay would be of use;
And so, live less a life of lie,
If not others would I abuse.

Well, it is such that people cry,
For the world is not a nice place,
Much less good my heart, yet I try,
Compassion show and sins erase

Into Every Life

She looks into air, herself falling rain
Dripping coldness past, memories old pain.

Drops fall, the puddling her damp water-life.
Spiraling a mirror, self-lonely strife.

A sigh, one frown, crying soft saddened tears.
Storms of remember - through bleak yesteryear.

Clouds a-whorl, dark sky sheltering fair heart.
But how can she joy, while taking no part?

Cov'ring cold soul, corona of defense.
Defying the stab of her fate's intents.

This is madness, she thinks in plaintive cry.
I'm here, on the cusp, of lay down and die.

What my destiny, but an empty-off dream?
A plaything with which gods and angels scheme.

Am I doomed then to live, time never-free?
Subsumed wholly 'neath life's scattered debris?

Is justice, outside this torrential doubt?
Perhaps more than sorrow, painful fall-out?

Is love, perhaps, just a sliver of sun?
Shining through mists, revealing Avalon?

Personal paradise, which I can own,
Evoking happiness, hither unknown?

She raises from streets of lonely no more.
Light slicing through darkness, hopes washed ashore.

Her withered gait now straightening with pride.
She glides like an angel 'cross future's tide.

Belief in life renewed, no, only found.
Footsteps echoing, a cadence of sound.

Caressing the ground, sing the beat of her heart.
Into the sun seeking love's brand new start.

Many Times In My Life

Many times in my life I have disappointed you,
and begun to stray.
But you have pointed me in the right direction,
and sent me on my way.

Many times in my life I've needed a helping hand,
and someone to pull me up.
It was you who gave that helping hand,
and always cheered me up.

Many times I've been sad and down,
and taken it out on you.
But you stood by me and comforted me,
In times that I was bad.

Many times I've needed support,
and to know someone was there.
It was you who held me up,
and showed me how to care.

Many times I've wanted to tell you this,
But never got a chance.
You have helped me out in life,
and got me where I am.

You were there for me through thick and thin,
You never gave up on me and you taught me how to care.
From the deepest of my heart I want to say I love you,
And to thank you for being there for me in times of good or bad.

Music of Rain

Dops of rain, as if smiles from the worlds beyond,
Travel here and there seeking the seas they parted from.
They fall with the sound of plucked lute-strings:
And hearing it, the earth begins to breathe.

Drops of rain float down with the grace of butterflies,
As if arranging some meaning in most rhythmic verse.
They resonate in the ear like a sweet melody,
And skies seem to weep for the grass on earth.

Each drop has said farewell to its heavenly life,
And returns to its origin, which is a roaring ocean.
Everything on earth holds still to listen to rain;
Each drop descends to the ground like an angel.

Eyes seeing the rain fall in such thrilling harmony
See worlds beyond this world come into view.
The skies rejoice with smiles observed everywhere;
Everyone is enchanted by the heavenly rhapsody.

Vapor rises in masses as great as mountains,
Then it seeks the green, blue and orange on earth.
Rain always brings down a peculiar contentment,
And carries fragrance of Paradise and exhilaration.

That fragrance pervades everywhere, deep into the soul,
Earth awakens to life and flowers burst open.
The whole of creation finds peace and serenity,
The window open to the realms beyond becomes visible.

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