Love runs Deep

February 26, 2008

How lovely it is to see your face.

Your bright eyes shine on my heart,
and I've let you get to the depths of me.
My love runs deep for you,
and your love has touched every inch of me.

How lovely it is in your embrace.
Your warm touch caresses my soul,
and makes me feel so safe, so secure.
My love runs deep for you,
as for any ailment, your kiss is the cure.

How lovely it is in your presence;
Your love is of the purest essence.
Never reticent,
for I can speak my heart to you.
So incandescent
is this love I hold for you.

All my love runs deep for you.

Take this Heart for You

February 14, 2008

Take this Heart for you.
I've kept it from the world,
But I know it's safe with you.
Others have wanted to steal it,
and bruise it,
even go so far as to break it,
But I've decided to only let you have it,
because I know you have what it takes to love.

Take this Heart for you.
It belongs only to you.
Protect it from harm,
Console it through the worst,
Kiss it when it hurts;
Show it that you truly care.

It only asks to be loved,
so Love it with Everything you have to give.
I trust you with this Heart;
this heart needs your heart to live.
It needs your love throughout every day.
I completely give you this heart,
so take My heart for You.

Angel

March 2, 2010

The Angels are coming
to take you
away,
away from here,
away from us.
They told me
to tell you,
that everything is alright.
We will mourn,
but we will also
rejoice;
For then, you will be
an Angel
among angels.

In and Out of a Moment in Time

November 2009

A New Romance?
But how coult it be, when everything we have is still so sweet,
so fresh, so pure, so young at heart...
Yet, my jealousy sends me spiraling down
into a black hole of filth and
lies.
I can't even bare to look into your eyes...
I feel as though I am far apart
from the touch of your hand, from the warmth of your kiss;
but now they lie, these treacherous lips of mine,
and I feel as if I am no longer thine.
Recapture my love, don't let it stray,
I need you until the end of my days;
Yet, I know, I have made mistakes,
and though I still do,
I want to live this life with you.
These lies of mine echo through my eyes,
they steal your soul into the darkness...
into the abyss--there's no escape once
you've fallen into this...But
I want to reach out.
I need a hand to pull me out of this jealous fit,
out of this cheating hit, out of this endless pit.
He's calling me but he doesn't know my name.
He's asking me to get down on my knees,
but I won't; I am so ashamed.
Midnight Rendevouz?
How can I do that to you?
He was a foolish game, in and out of a moment in time,
and I don't want to hurt you,
most precious Love of mine.
Forgive me. Forgive me.
I promise I will change.
Forgive me.
I love you;
Please forgive me,
most Precious Love of Mine.
I am truly thine.

Most Holy

February 1, 2010

God of Wonders beyond imagination,
Beyond thoughts or ponderings,
Beyond moments or memories;
You’re interwoven meticulously into gorgeous occurrences.
You outshine worldliness; Outdo Yourself on people who continuously condemn Your Holy.
O Holy, Most Holy!
Your wisdom unlocks doors,
allows those without hope to open virtuous perfection;
allows those without hope to observe honest intention;
allows those without hope to conquer tribulations.
O Holy, Most Holy!
Comfort those without hope; Perforate our souls;
Beckon our Love
to something more of
You… Love develops for You,
only You.
O Holy, Most Holy!
Forever Your Love for everyone, Forever You love everyone, Everyone loving Your forever
O Holy, Most Holy!
Complete our forever with your Love Most Holy.

Beautiful Demise

March 7, 2007

Ay! See how she sits properly
Staring warily, yet blissfully,
Out of the sun-soaked window.
With so many thoughts we’d die to know,
As her mind is riveting with care,
While she acknowledges the change in the air.
With a grace that cannot be compared,
She repositions herself in the chair.
The world as seen from the outside
Triggers something unseen on the inside
And this new light finds place in her eyes,
Twinkling with beautiful demise,
For she alone holds the meaning of life.

Ode to Mother

July 1, 2007

You might look at her and see an ordinary woman.

I look at her and see a Fighter,

A Survivor,

A Hero,

A Friend.

I can see even more reflected in her eyes as her love shines through...

If only you knew her stories; where she's been, what she's been through, what she's seen...

Anything and everything that she's had to endure to get to where she is now,

and even though her current situation isn't the best,

she continues to make sacrifices in hopes of the slightest glimpse at success.

She's a strong woman who puts others first and her self second.

She is humble, hard-working, and honest, all of which are traits that would be admired by anyone, especially by those who have witnessed them first-hand.
I've been there for her as she has doubtlessly done for me, yet my love for her fails in comparison.
Her heart is generous,
her actions kind and of the best interest,
her words empowering,
and her smile warm and welcoming.
You might look at her and see an ordinary woman…
I look at her and see an extraordinary mother.

Facing Death with Grace

Have you ever looked out your window and noticed all the lives around you? Have you ever thought about the fact that we may not all be here tomorrow? A young boy of seventeen has had to face that fact sooner than he should have, at least in my perspective. His mother passed away from cancer of the breast, liver, and brain. His mother was 42 years old, with plenty of deserved life left to her, and yet, the cancer got the best of her.

His mother was a very religious woman. She loved God, and everything to do with God, more than anyone I have ever met. She was also one of the sweetest women I have ever met. This woman was dedicated to her faith and was dedicated to showing and living that faith with her only son and her beloved husband. It pains my heart knowing that this young boy, a senior in high school, will not have his mother physically present for his graduations, for his wedding, and for the birth of his first child.

So, where is God in all of this? Where is the Almighty Savior that said, “You may ask me for anything in my name, and I will do it” (John 14:14)? I have prayed that his mother may not undergo physical suffering, but there was the excruciating chemotherapy. I know that her son and her husband have prayed more than I have, praying for her to stay on earth with them. I know that the young boy was living with never-ending hope that she would make it through. And yet, when his father sat him down and told him that his mother would undoubtedly pass away, the young boy was so broken by the news that he cried and cried. I know that they are going through probably the most difficult time of their lives. And I know that there is nothing I can do or say to ease their suffering.

But God, he who creates and ends all things, can. Jesus says “Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father’s house there are many rooms… I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you may also be where I am” (John 14:1-4).

In Jesus, there is eternal support and love—both for those that have passed and for those that will someday be with Him in the Kingdom of God. The young boy knows deep in his heart that he will get through this and that he can get through this with God at his side. For when we undergo our darkest hours, we may feel as if we are walking alone in the world, yet the truth is that it is God who carries us through to the light.

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A Beautiful Beginning

There they were. Alongside the river’s edge with the starry night above, glistening, reflected in the water below them. This is the perfect moment. She handed him the sheet of paper and pen, and told him to write down his deepest most honest wish out of life. She decided to let him write it down first, just so the universe would get a head start on his wish. As he was writing fervently, she took two candles from her knapsack and lit them in their tiny holders. She held one out for him to take in his palm, and as he did, she placed hers on the pavement, taking out a slip of paper and pen for herself. The light from the flame shone a beautiful glow on her face as she began writing, and he fell in love with her all over again. As she dipped to the water’s edge to place her wish along the water’s surface, he did the same. They held each other close as their wishes sailed away into the blissful night. “What did you write?” he asked with a hint of sarcasm, for he knew she would never tell him. She just looked deep into his eyes and gave him a long, passionate kiss. As they walked slowly away from the river, she held his hand tightly hoping her wish would come true: I wish that his wish comes true.

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"Song of Myself"

(Inspired by Walt Whitman)

I rejoice in this; that every part of me is a tightly-knit part of you, And every part of you clings to me.

I sit in the winter snow, gazing at the falling blanket of bliss, observing others in their merriment; Children laughing and playing, parents talking and worrying and listening for the possibility of slips and cracked bones of their young ones.
In the morning, the sun rises over the building tops, shedding light on the city… illuminating the dark and bringing into light each and every occurrence. Soundly waking, doors locked and windows shut, yet the sun pokes through and it is a new day.
My eyes slowly open, distracted by dreams of the night before… and as I regain consciousness, the shouts of city-goers are already blaring; cars honking, whirring and whizzing by on the streets below, the blanket of last night’s bliss turned to dirty slush beneath their crushing wheels.

Across the street, the lone pigeon perches on the windowsill, while her friends fly on; The eighth floor of my building is desolate and a lone girl sits in her room, awaiting her friends to take her and fly away; Downstairs, the youth revels in their joy and in their ability to never necessitate sleep.

Somewhere beyond the confines of city life, families awake and share breakfast and dreams. Somewhere beyond the confines of these walls, hands tell more than pushes on a keyboard, as they hold on tightly to their beloved. Somewhere beyond here, lion cubs suckle at the breasts of life as gazelles are chased to their death. Somewhere, children do not eat nor sleep and raise themselves into what they will.

I write new words of hope or demise; We have had luxuries and ignorance about enough, I present to you that life is all incumbent.

Have you no heart to help? Are you the Devil himself? It is a sad state and we shall all live to see the day of the end.

Come hither, city of dreams! City of never-ending lights! City of sights and sounds beyond imaginings! City of scud and sparkle! City of knifings and kisses! City of new starts and new ends! Sweet City of Life! O Richly Poor City of Souls! Excessive City and Wasteful City! You have shown us everything and nothing, and there is so much left to do to get to a new day… Smile, precious city, for help is on its way!

Where the Black man is accused of murder… Where the Latina is seen as an easy lover… Where the rich, white kids obtain everything they want without doing anything for it… Where the deserving, poor child gets nothing although he does everything he can in hopes of something… Where the homeless live in the cold and the heartless live in warmth… Where the stray dogs are caught and put to sleep… Where the weed is shared among hopeless friends… Where the under-aged allows themselves to witness worldliness before their times… Where the innocent are convicted because the guilty have a strong societal influence… Where those that want to help can only do so much… Where the sweet souls must accommodate the disgusting filth and where the smiles of young ones are silenced, bringing forth cries of solitude…

This is the life that we have chosen. These are the lives in the city that never sleeps. This is the life that I try to escape every time I close my eyes. Yet, this is my life. This is your life…

Pleased with opportunities if you just keep believing… Pleased with prayers in hope of peace and tranquility… Pleased with words that can say so much and strike a fire in the hearts of some… Pleased with the ability and capability to love beyond imaginings… Pleased with the possibility for so much more. On the pavement, pleased with the chalk markings of children, as it reminds me of the innocence that is still pure and still dreams beauty. These children are our future. Their young minds still have a chance to change for the better. Our children can affect everything, every new day…

All This is what I rejoice and that which I share with You.

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