Army Life

Handsome soldier man, do you know when we're apart,
That when you go I'm with you: you take along my heart.

When you go away my love, Right here with me you stay,
You're always in my thoughts; every moment, every day.

Come back to me safely; I await your sweet embrace,
Come home to me safe and set the world back into place.

Transformation

She is a goddess,
No obstacle will stand in her way,

She is determined,
She'll work at it day after day,

She is unstoppable,
She is becoming what she wants to be,

Who knew,
 Deep down, she has always been me.

Shelter from the Storm

Raging, the storm churns within my guts.
I struggle along in an impossible rut.
Carrying it all, convinced that I’m strong,
But the burdens, oh they prove me wrong.

The weight of the world upon my back,
I have to set it down, stack by stack.
Setting it all up in a nice little row,
I realize my walls are beginning to grow.

I wasn’t aware when I tore them down,
That I would have to carry all of it around.
I’m tired now and I must take a rest,
Can’t stand any more weight on my chest.

I tried to put it off, but it’s time again,
To build up my walls and lock myself in.
It’s not safe outside, the storms make me cry.
I must be my own shelter, safe inside.

I’m the only one who can let myself down,
No synergy with others who come around.
No dependence, disappointment, or need.
I must belong to myself, my own hero indeed.

Lonely Winter

The days meld together one after another,


Rushing by like a river in a winter storm.

Pulled along despite swimming upstream,

Reality whips the rain back and forth.



Beyond the falls, the water will be calm,

After the rains, the land is refreshed.

All of nature cycles and revives again,

I await the time spring turns to summer.

The Island

1,000 voices sing me to sleep as I bask in your warmth,

The present opens up into all the possibilities of forever,

Each moment a delightful eternity of affection and love.



Ocean salt on my lover’s skin, fruit nectar on our lips,

Hair softened and drying from the warm, lovely rain.

Our bodies glow from adventuring and exploration.



Your bounty enriches the rich and the poor alike.

Such as shame to leave this paradise in your arms-

I treasure the experience and can’t wait to return.

Love

With 1,000 pounds of pleasant, your touch stills my body.


Your love envelops me like a warm, fragrant breeze,

Held safe in the strength of your arms, I brush your lips.

Our kiss sets the stars on fire, lighting up the world.

Just when...

Just when you think the skies will be blue,
When the sun should shine bright anew,
Just when you think the seas will be still,
The running is flat, and then there’s a hill.

The stormclouds clap, as they gather above,
Suddenly life turns to push and shove,
Just when you think “oh if, only IF!”
You can recognize change for the gift it is.

Climb that hill, and get back to the run,
Knowing that life will not always be fun,
Ride the waves, be washed by the rain,
The sun always returns, blue skies again.

Blues

Sing, harmonize with my soul.

Like a warm, cleansing breeze,

Like a wave breaking over me,

Throw me a line with your voice,

And draw the poison sadness out,

So the sun may shine after the rain.

Perpetually Broken Heart

Rock breaks rock, wind and water corrode the land,

The babe tears from the mother, with a cry of demand.

Diamonds cut glass, and mountains grind to dust,

The mother trudges through the pain because she must.

The hand that feeds is bitten beneath baleful eyes,

Why from the mother’s love does hatred arise?

Irritating sand in the clam becomes the pearl,

So is the hope for my abrasive little girl.

Spring Storm

The waves crash onto the shore, eating away the land,

The tide high in the storm, ever decreasing sand,
The wind whips to and fro, the birds tumble in the air,
My home is by the shore, but the ocean doesn’t care.

My heart tries to beat within the tightness of my chest,
My face full of heat, my eyes tired for lack of rest,
The tears boil up, waging battle with my will,
I try to hold them back, but a few escape still.

Is this a spring zephyr, one that will come and go?
Or is it the Never, pounding doubt upon my soul?
Should I ignore the wind, or should I run and hide?
Is there shelter here within, against this rising tide?

Hope peaks through the clouds, then doused by the rain.
Hope, come back around, so Strength can rule again.
Oh tears will make it worse; no need to add to the storm,
My fears- my personal curse; keep me from getting warm.

Dark Skye

Skies are dark but the wind is strong,

Blind eyes look upon what’s wrong,

The little eyes look up, ever up,

But only judgment fills their cup



Will it ever end, will it ever be right?

Will the darkness lighten up, stop being night?

The wind blows cold and history repeats

Through the darkness the same eyes seek



The water is murky, it’s never clear,

Shivering and wonder what I’m doing here,

Standing before those judging eyes,

Level now with no disguise



Will it ever end, will it ever be right?

Will the darkness lighten up, stop being night?


The wind blows cold and history repeats

Through the darkness the same eyes seek


Same place, on a different day,

Little eyes look up my way,

What to do? The decision is mine,

To be nourishing or to be unkind



Will it ever end, will it ever be right?

Will the darkness lighten up, stop being night?

The wind blows cold and history repeats

The decision is mine- the cycle ends with me.

Oh Love is a wild storm

Powerful and Humbling
It’ll knock down your walls
It’ll blow you away…

Love leaves some torn
Yet others empowered
A reminder of all you have
And all there is to lose.

Never know when it’ll form
Never know when it’ll die.
No telling what it’ll do
If it will even survive.

It appears and you choose
To run and take cover,
Or be engulfed despite the risk-
And fully live the experience.

Sacred

It’s said God is Love, so I understand,


Across my skin; your caressing hand,

Cuddled up, warm, together naked,

An act of worship; our love is sacred.



A manifestation of the Great Divine,

The magnet that pulls at you and I,

The light reflecting off the moon,

The Love, love between me and you.

Thinking of You

Thoughts of you blow through my mind,
Like notes of a lovely song,

The fragrant breeze envelops me,
I can't help but sing along.

Anticipating your warm embrace,
My spirit is drawn anew,

By the light of the stars you beckon me,
Down the moonlit path to you.

Natives

Customs and ways I don’t understand,

Strange creatures in a stranger land,

Build each other up- they do this first-

Then sit back to watch the bubble burst.

Then pick up the pieces from the muddy rain,

And start the process over again… (???)

Marcas

The black sheep is different, so he is shunned,
But not for anything wrong he had done,
All he had shown was love and affection,
But for them, he was too far from perfection.

Those snobby llamas, they hold their heads high,
Looking down on him with only harsh eyes,
They step on each other and claim to be wronged,
As the shunned one just stands by all along.

One of the pack fell down and got stuck,
They congregated; disparaging the luck,
And they walked away to continue as before,
Helping their own was too much of a chore.

Ah the outcast gathered his strength, enraged,
The holier-than-thou were otherwise engaged,
The only one in the field who helped the fallen,
Yet condemnation’s what those rats are calling.

Who has more honor? The shunners or shunned?
We can tell by observing what each one has done.
The expression is common, as we all have heard:
Actions, ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS!!!!

On Edge

Perception is off, I don’t know what to think,
Inching up to the edge, is it really that deep?

Staring down into the darkness captivated,
Was I justified in all I loved and hated?

Confusion falls over me drop by drop
I wish these whirling thought would stop.

Wish I could stop wondering and know,
If I should stay or jump or turn and go.

Moving Forward

I catch a whiff as I happen by-
Sadness envelops me like the night,
The fragrance invites and pulls me in,
But I realize that those hopes went dim.
Wilted and no longer able to grow,
Despite the beckoning, I still must go.

Getting Through

The weight of the world rests on my back

Like the dead carcass of an unrealized dream.

My shoulders hurt from the burden of it all

But I can’t put it down, I can’t put it down.



I’m trudging through the desert of pain

Under burning disappointment by day,

And bone-chilling confusion by night.

On the other side is my garden of peace,

Where I will lay my burden down,

Sit under the weeping willow,

And cry until I am cleansed.

All that Remains...

My stomach is turning, eyes are burning, I sit here paralyzed,
My heart is yearning, but am I learning?  What's left to realize?


I am forgiving and never unkind, I am a woman of worth.
So why then?  Why every time, do I seem to be under a curse?

It's a mystery; it's a cruel reality, one I always hope will change,
Each time, a few months in, and the heart break is all that remains.

Betrayed by hope again... The heart break is all that remains...
Optimism be damned... The heart break is all that remains.