difficulties of life like the rest of us,
but then are completely
one of a kind.
Maybe she is sitting right now, reading this – and that’s
good.
I always wanted to get her attention with what I had to say.
…. A conversation ensues as we walk hand in hand down an
autumn road.
So I could tell her, that she is beautiful and adventurous.
So I could tell her how smart and funny she can be, and that
I can see her sweet soul.
I would let her know, that anything she did, that may have
been done to her, that
may be presently happening and will happen in the future, is nothing because
her
will can see her through. And why let the naysayers win
anyway?
Stopping by a bridge, I inquire, “Is a bridge never crossed
over, the same as a bridge
which never exists?” And hope that she drew an understanding, if you always
stay
on one side of belief of what the world has been so far, you can never know
what
may exist on the other side of love, of life or hope without crossing over to
see.
Even if it were bad, her adventurous spirit can agree that
she had made another stride
towards pushing past a new barrier, and if there was
something good, then she is that
much richer for taking the journey.
I thought about all of this, while visions of her swam about
inside my head.
…. And
this was my Epiphany.
Living on Gifted Time.
It’s funny, how Man thinks and draws his thoughts sublime.
When the world seems to shrink and life slows to a painful
grind.
Seconds seem like days, as the torture sets into mind,
and it’s when we give in, to give up, we cross over to
living
on gifted time.
What a present awaiting was mine.
A smiling, cheerful happy soul, who suffered through lessons
untold;
witnessed with eyes as ice blue and a name so precious the
suffix is Gold.
She has had the hard lessons, the
loveless beginnings,
the careless endeavors, the early
exposures, the awakening commitments,
the frightful moments, the near
fatal occurrences, the insightful provisions,
the forward motivations, the
tireless struggles, the empty conclusions, the
disappointing realizations, the
frustrating awakenings, the painful truths,
the old becoming older and the now
a new path to with me coming into view.
She is still youthful and
beautiful and caring.
She has a heart and a soul and is
committed to me.
She is a true girlfriend, a true
team player, a visionary and
a partner.
And I love her.
Because when I was so internally
ready to completely give up, and I
saw no other way out, her smile
and her laughter
was there to lead me to a new vision.
She came and made the old
and worthless – worthy.
She made the useless
- useful, and the empty on its way to
full and whole.
And all she wants is for me to
love her.
I have been here before and this
time, I have made the right decision.
Subliminal Curtain
I could see a woman,
who thought she had saw it all.
She had been through many travels,
that her daring life to her unraveled.
And engaged fearlessly as the figurative,
“Mouse who roared.”
Advanced now in years; refined, disguised,
maybe in a guise encompassing past struggles
through un-metered loves, which seemed to be
what she wanted but not deserved in pleasure
or in agony.
There she was, just a vision of beauty –
for she stood so tall, as tall as her tippy-toes
would allow.
She was proud.
So proud of herself, I could see.
And that she should be.
Nothing was handed to her.
Nothing came easy.
Her subtle confidence exudes in her walk,
and a smile per every syllable as she talks,
bore a peaceful, pressurless demeanor which
was her blossoming gift back to the world.
Little does she know, that through this thin veil
She attracts me so.
Like a child captivated by the glow of a candle flame.
She would consider me lame; an infant in her eyes.
Yet, while daily she is beauty toward my
but then are completely
one of a kind.
Maybe she is sitting right now, reading this – and that’s
good.
I always wanted to get her attention with what I had to say.
…. A conversation ensues as we walk hand in hand down an
autumn road.
So I could tell her, that she is beautiful and adventurous.
So I could tell her how smart and funny she can be, and that
I can see her sweet soul.
I would let her know, that anything she did, that may have
been done to her, that
may be presently happening and will happen in the future, is nothing because
her
will can see her through. And why let the naysayers win
anyway?
Stopping by a bridge, I inquire, “Is a bridge never crossed
over, the same as a bridge
which never exists?” And hope that she drew an understanding, if you always
stay
on one side of belief of what the world has been so far, you can never know
what
may exist on the other side of love, of life or hope without crossing over to
see.
Even if it were bad, her adventurous spirit can agree that
she had made another stride
towards pushing past a new barrier, and if there was
something good, then she is that
much richer for taking the journey.
I thought about all of this, while visions of her swam about
inside my head.
…. And
this was my Epiphany.
Living on Gifted Time.
It’s funny, how Man thinks and draws his thoughts sublime.
When the world seems to shrink and life slows to a painful
grind.
Seconds seem like days, as the torture sets into mind,
and it’s when we give in, to give up, we cross over to
living
on gifted time.
What a present awaiting was mine.
A smiling, cheerful happy soul, who suffered through lessons
untold;
witnessed with eyes as ice blue and a name so precious the
suffix is Gold.
She has had the hard lessons, the
loveless beginnings,
the careless endeavors, the early
exposures, the awakening commitments,
the frightful moments, the near
fatal occurrences, the insightful provisions,
the forward motivations, the
tireless struggles, the empty conclusions, the
disappointing realizations, the
frustrating awakenings, the painful truths,
the old becoming older and the now
a new path to with me coming into view.
She is still youthful and
beautiful and caring.
She has a heart and a soul and is
committed to me.
She is a true girlfriend, a true
team player, a visionary and
a partner.
And I love her.
Because when I was so internally
ready to completely give up, and I
saw no other way out, her smile
and her laughter
was there to lead me to a new vision.
She came and made the old
and worthless – worthy.
She made the useless
- useful, and the empty on its way to
full and whole.
And all she wants is for me to
love her.
I have been here before and this
time, I have made the right decision.
Subliminal Curtain
I could see a woman,
who thought she had saw it all.
She had been through many travels,
that her daring life to her unraveled.
And engaged fearlessly as the figurative,
“Mouse who roared.”
Advanced now in years; refined, disguised,
maybe in a guise encompassing past struggles
through un-metered loves, which seemed to be
what she wanted but not deserved in pleasure
or in agony.
There she was, just a vision of beauty –
for she stood so tall, as tall as her tippy-toes
would allow.
She was proud.
So proud of herself, I could see.
And that she should be.
Nothing was handed to her.
Nothing came easy.
Her subtle confidence exudes in her walk,
and a smile per every syllable as she talks,
bore a peaceful, pressurless demeanor which
was her blossoming gift back to the world.
Little does she know, that through this thin veil
She attracts me so.
Like a child captivated by the glow of a candle flame.
She would consider me lame; an infant in her eyes.
Yet, while daily she is beauty toward my
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