You will find here - ~writings and musing of mine ~writings and musings of friends of mine... While at times the names will remain annyomous to protect the not so innocent ...You will read, ponder, relate, cry, rage and at times be - completely be bewildered ... Perfect... Mission Accomplished! "purpose of a journal... to pour out ones soul... purpose of finding a journal... to understand that soul" gel june08
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Trust... a request
Monday, December 28, 2009
Memories...
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Decembers Dream
As the snow glistens under the suns caress
her mind takes off its velvet dress…
Revealing memories long locked away
Memories of an ice melting day
Watching waves crash on the shore
Souls crying … more
Hearts heeding loves embrace
Another time… another place
Memories racing… caution caught by wind
Pictures so vivid she felt … sinned
Slowly the mist closed in… pages faded…
Leaving a glow of memories unjaded
Her mind adorned its dress again…
Decembers Dream closes …
much to her chagrin
GEL December 19th 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
Today a special post to me on my Special Day
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
As we grow...
your words spoke of all the things you notice and fear...
your body's changes...as the years elapse and we age.
Time is a relentless predator...it will get us all in the end.
Not of us are immune from the effects it hason life and limb...
no antidote for the symptoms we dread.
We are all different..none the same
we will all face the end of lifeon our own terms...
We cannot hide in fearor cower from the its inevitability...
afraid it will get us...it will.
That is a given.
Life is for the living.
We must face it as it comes.
The earth in fresh...
the flowers bloom...
their fragrance calls to us...
the lambs gambol in the leas...
songbirds herald the each day's sunrise...
and the bees buzz as they pollinate...as do we all.
Damn the wrinkles...
Damn those minor aches and pains...
Damn that halting step...
Dry those self- pitying tears...
take a deep breath...fill your lungs with life...
and run...
don't walk...
forward.
Don't look back...our life lies ahead of us.
There will be a price to pay...
but, damn the cost...
keep running...
until we are bathed in the golden glow of twilight
and be laid to rest at last...knowing...we have lived!!
Saturday, December 12, 2009
The Dance
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Misunderstood
They don't make waves...
"We must be good!"
Your vibrant soul they never see...i
t radiates to ones like me.
Your souls your sensuality...the glow you show...
create in me.
We are connected...
you and I have appreciating eye.
This vibrancy "It must be squelched!"
from lesser hearts this bitter belch.
Unlock your heart...
you're meant to fly...
birds of a feather...you and I
.I mean not to disrupt your life...
or add to it one ounce of strife
but as you soar in spite of heat...
your company's what I entreat.
You will not be misunderstood...
we will converse...it will be good
I'll always get your point of view...
know why you do the things you do.
Another friend I welcome most...
on this voyage, let me be your host.
We'll talk about such
sinful things of lustful spirits... beating wings. FGSB
when forgiveness is not an option
So I won’t be reaching out no more
I asked for your help in a unobtrusive way
But you locked me out you lost the key
I asked for acceptance in your eyes
But you turned away so I couldn’t see
~~Yes I reached out to you - but you closed The door
so I won’t, no, I won’t be reaching no more
I saw your eyes before you turned away –
You locked that door you lost that key
So now with aching heart I lift my head
Tears fall down – I feel the sun
I feel its warmth its warm embrace
I tried to open the window of the door you closed
I asked for forgiveness…
You refused to let it go
So now to have peace I need to let this go…
~~Yes I reached out to you - but you closed the door
so I won’t, no, I won’t be reaching no more
I saw your eyes before you turned away –
You locked that door you lost that key
So I won’t be reaching no more! GEL Nov 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Letting go... too late...
She knows she has to let go
Its too hard to love anymore
As ache surrounds her
She struggles with loneliness
She hoped she would never feel again
It seeps into her soul
As she looks into his eyes
Vagueness covers love
With shaking hands she reaches
To her face
Brushing away the pieces of her heart
One sided love is never enough
Emptiness as everything slips away
He will never be true
She closed her ears and opened her heart…
Soul mate (perhaps)?
He spoke with words well rehearsed
They fell like drops of wine…
Thirsting, longing she tasted the tangled verse
Into her veins, warming, quenching
She consumed too much… too late…
Her heart bleeding
Her soul cries
The thirst begins
Cold creeps in
Gazing at the empty carafe of love
She reaches out… too late…
Tears fall from green eyes… dlw
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
For Ron my Broken Friend
Things around you so unsure
The love you thought would last forever… left
Broken shattered pieces…
Turned its back
Walked out the door
All you did was reach for love
Long for its warm embrace
Just a weary worn heart
Seeking a resting place
Every door you tried to open
Every window you climbed thru
Found only cold, empty
Staring right thru you
You gave it what you had
Till your heart was spent
You challenged every option
You battled every will
Now its time for your weary heart
To rest… to be still
So life your head my dear friend
See beyond these moments
Crazed
…See there the sun is shining…
Just beyond the haze - -
- - DLW 2005
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Words Unsaid...
A snow falls…
My mind wanders to a time
when hurtful words were never said…
When we would never dreamed of saying
Things that would cause each other pain
Are those days gone…
The days when kindness, love and life
Spilled forth ….
After all this time has our trust demised
To callous, spiteful words
Words thrown so carelessly
Never thinking twice how deep they may cut
Jagged edge of a verbal knife
Leaving scars that no amount of tenderness
Can ever heal
Words sown with random
Left unchecked to grow in doubt and bitterness
When does love fade, the hurt begin…
Is it with words left unsaid – DLW
Monday, October 12, 2009
Waiting...
I did not hear her go or hear the door slam...
or the car tires crunch on the loose gravel drive
as she backed out to go on her way...
to wherever.
I’d like to think I can write without her;
I am the one, after all, who pens the words
that bring tears of sorrow...or joy...or anger
to the seekers...who dream vicariously...
through my musings.
It is not as easy as I think... I try and try
but nothing strikes the right chord...
crumpled paper balls fall...discarded...
in and around the can where all my
refuse gathers.
Time moves so slowly when uninspired.
I wonder when she will return from away.
Should I check the door? Make sure it’s unlocked?
I do not want to prolong her absence
in any way.
This blank white page glares at me...
daring me to caress her with my pen...
with words that excite and set free...
but I cannot rise to yield what she craves!
Impotent, I fear.
I pace back and forth, but this just adds
to the frustration I am feeling.
If my muse were only here for a moment...
to plant one seed...provide a single spark...
I would burn.
I stand by the glass and look for her return;
I see her afar off and my heart jumps inside me.
I hear her voice. Can her lips be far behind?
One kiss and the floodgates open...and my passion
...flows! SF
Friday, September 18, 2009
Turning 40
It’s the prime of your life
that’s what they say….
Life begins at forty
that’s what they’re telling me
The best years of your life
just you wait and see…
I was looking in the mirror
crows feet did appear
Wait is that a sprinkling of some gray
just above my ear
It’s not turning forty that I seem to dread
but rather the plague
They all warn me about,
I think they call it the “middle age spread”
Halfway to eighty can it be so… as
I get up each morning already looking for
My get up and go
Some say I don’t look any older
than one of my kids
THANK goodness for that wrinkle cream
… now…Where’d I put the lid
My body is so achy now,
my memory’s taken flight
Yikes is that my bladder waking me up
in the middle of the night….
Ahh if age is just a state of mind
then what state am I in
And why does it seem so hard
keeping off that double chin
Its all about each day and
The challenges we face
So with this aging process
God please grant me grace
To get up every morning
And read thru the obits
When not seeing my name there
Burst out in gleeful fits
Ahh yes I will be forty
So bring it on I say…
Now help me outa my chair
so I can go out and play
DLW Dec. 17th, 2003