Your Words
White lies burning
Over tarnished lips
This agony...
Unmakes me
Beyond what can be fixed
Wounds... never to heal
Pain
Time cannot erode
Yet
How do I live
Bent
Broken
Photographs behind my eyes
What will find
When
You see inside... my mind
The fault is my own
Carrying the past inside
Am I too late this time?
One step from the edge
And this...
Just a worthless rant
A cry for help
Left unanswered
Unheard
Screaming silence
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
To You !
Dr. Seuss!!
Oh, Say Can You Seed?
I think u r great, straight out of the gate!
So kind,
I've always kept u in my mind &
by my side ...
U r such super fun,
especially with
Thing 1 & Thing 2,
how we would make the
ABC stew & wonder
what Horton Hears A Who?
U r amazing at teaching &
reaching all the impressionable minds ...
With One Fish, Two Fish
Red Fish, Blue Fish, The Foot book full of opposites, &
Do You Know How Lucky You Are?
U were never far,
morning or night,
to show me how not to be afraid of
Green Eggs & Ham or
The Grinch Who Stole Christmas ...
U helped me fall asleep to so many more ...
Hop on Pop, Fox in Socks, If I Ran A Zoo,
& What Pet Should I Get?
This list goes on
Oh, how it goes on & on ...
This 2 U
my Dearest Dr.Seuss!
awestruck dumbfoundedness
beyond immensity, speechless awestruck words will not define,
thoughts cannot contain infinity
earths by millions cross the scope of width;
the vast wide peninsula of gas where stars are born
quasars in the far beginning of the past,
they wear and shed marks of creation's hand of divinity for eye of man to see,
energy acceleration's power emittance at the speed of light
pulsation star sings its song and dances light's vibrations
like mozart's angels of the choir in the chamber hall
for his queen like majesty; it lights the heavens' neon clouds of nebula
palmolive blue, divine lit hue in the deepness of space's oblique uniqueness
interstellar time and distance's dimensions, warp and woof, galactic's paradise
mortal heart's mind struggles to full behold,
achieve to hold in feeble grasp of thought eternity, forever wonder
it hurts to ponder the avenues of unanswered contemplation, begs sedation
mind over matters so pristine, close to the Sistine aura of reverence
like eyes of God shining through the maw of space and time
sublime in its prime of creations mark,
expand from pin prick's point of origin
infinitesimal unimaginably small to burst of universe,
in the beginning was the word and the word was with God
and the word became flesh and spoke
let there be light; let it burn,
light man's way in eternal dark to life
escape
there's a portal leads to everywhere;
close your eyes and take a few steps to the edge
of your universe,
over the moss and lichen, along the granite stones and boulders
don't look over your shoulder;
don't look back;
you'll suffer a heart attack
the green twigs of shrubs contain the whispers of your past; leave it there
no return, gain the ground while it's there for the taking, running wild in the wild
cut the cord, rip the cloth, tear yourself a new one
up the scree through the glacier path ravine that becomes the mother canyon of your dreams
follow up the purple slope, the golden cliffside calls its bluff up the steep sheer sides
into the mountain pass escape, through the void of blue astronomy's hues,
sky's thin air,
take the leap;
let it go;
gravity will catch you and take you to the bottom, then the rise above
soar with wings, the free air thin, breathe from the mountain height
in the stillness, feel your singleness and your spirit freed
build a fire, make a spire with fiery tongues of flame up high
send the sparks in the night, elevation three miles high into the pitch of night
black blue sky of sparkling, shining white hot stars
watch the smoke rise in the dark, in the cold reach up towards heavens high
now escape into your self;
ascend to God's own throne
sing his song and his praise;
talk with Him;
share your love and concerns
drift off to sleep,
your soul and heart to keep on this mountain high
The Lonely Life of a Writer
She dreamed great dreams.
To soar high in the sky,
letting the wind blow away all those traumatizing moments in her life.
To kiss the children she always wanted to have, a kiss goodnight.
To save the innocent from the evildoers in the world.
But she could not.
She was trapped.
At her desk, everyday she wrote.
Because that's all they believed she was capable of doing.
Nobody ever gave her a chance.
No chance to fly, no chance to love, no chance to save.
She was just to write.