Sunday, July 11, 2010

Once upon a time

Not all stories written have a happily ever after endings and some even have a moral. Many stories were written on a thread of truth and passed down through the generations.

Once upon a time there lived a maiden, who spent her days in the garden and with the animals of the hollow. The hills were many and the tree's thick that she could never see beyond the horizon. Many spoke of her existence, but theynever went down into the hollow to see the maiden. The maiden thought this meant she was ugly and wasn't very smart and she refused to challenge the boundaries made by the hollow. Some of the restraints could not be seen by man nor animal but chained the mind so severely that the maiden was drowning in sorrow and loneliness. She took refuge to her bedroom and rarely stepped again into the hills of the hollow. She lay there trapped by the barriers of her mind and she no longer could hear the birds sing and the sun shine, she began to whither from the tears that flooded from the soul.
When all seemed impossible and darkness filled the hollow, a crack of light came through the trees. She woke from the dark spell that had been cast upon her and she saw a man, he was young and smart and attractive. He came to her for help and she felt a warmth grow inside of her by this extraordinary young mans need for help. Months went by and many things had happened and the maiden began to feel pretty and to smile again, she took to gardening and tending to the animals of the hollow. The young stranger who breathed life into the maiden found his needs filled and had to return to the far away land in which he lived. The maiden again felt sorrow and she spoke softly to him" " don't leave I will be lonely again!" the young man wise beyond his years said "no you will not be lonely, you are beautiful and you are smart and you will seek the company of others." The maiden distraught cried " I don't want others I want you"
Days and weeks passed the young stranger returned to his homeland and the maiden met another stranger, the faceless man appeared to the maiden. He had a sense of humor and he made the maiden of the hollow laugh and laugh. Everything she did he knew the next step, he was not only smart but he was exciting. She felt such energy from the faceless man, she felt the beat of his heart and she began to dance in the clouds. Each day people outside the hollow would gaze into the sky to see the beautiful maiden dancing on the clouds. Months and years went by, the maiden became stronger and stepped beyond the hollow. The faceless one rarely came around anymore but she so wanted so to see him and to laugh and smile and dance upon the clouds. The faceless one spoke in riddles and the maiden of the hollow was confused by the message.
The maiden of the hollow did not understand the visits of the various strangers. Why did they come so quickly into her life and so quickly disappear? The maiden felt lost and though she went about her day she wondered what happened to the strangers and she wanted them to come back.
One day something magical happen another stranger came by, he was different than the others, he had the look of a king and he had a heart so wide that she could feel his embrace from the very first moment. He showered down upon her like magic from the heavens. When she wanted to quit he nudged her gently, when she wanted to run he held her hand so she would slow down. He pulled her down from the clouds and taught her how to walk carefully through the doors of reality. Still troubled the maiden began like a puzzle to put the pieces of her life together. She opened the invisible door of the hollow and she went out into the world. She walked through life knowing she would never be alone again, She now understood that the strangers were leading her down a path all along and that from the very beginning she was not alone.
The king had many responsibilities and she weeped as he return to his kingdom to fulfill his destiny. But the maiden kept something from each she kept their love tucked away safely in her heart and whenever the tears would flow the sky would take on the bluest of blue and the sun would shine. People say to this day that if you look into the sky on a hot summer day, you can still see the maiden and the many hearts she holds close.



Sunday, July 4, 2010

Rod Stewart & Amy Belle- I Dont Want To Talk About It

Rod Stewart & Amy Belle- I Dont Want To Talk About It

Reading Between The Lines

I only wanted to see the beauty and feel the warmth of your love and so like shutters on the window, I only saw half of the picture.

Friday, July 2, 2010

willpower

I spend each day thinking about not thinking about you. It is in truth that peace is found and in peace that my soul is released to soar free above the darkness that now prevails. In making sense of that which does not my heart weeps and the ache is irreversible.

If you knew the affect upon my being,
would it change the way you avoided speaking the truth.?

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Surfacing above denial is the ultimate in truth.

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Is it a fault to not understand or just plain stupidity?

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Was it I saw or didn't see?
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I guess there is more in life to worry about but
nothing scars more heavily upon the heart than love lost.


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I Surrender


I can't battle the feelings I am torn up
from inside, something happened
that I can't deny.

From the moment you said hello, till
the you said goodbye, my heart has
been troubled like broken
stars falling down from the sky.

I surrender, I gave to you my heart
and what you chose to do with it
was blow out the spark.

It didn't happen, the flame is still
inside and when I look back a
fond memory resides .





Could it be I refused to listen? or that I heard and didn't want to believe.

Fireworks

I declare it must be an obsession, this love I have for you, for there is no barrier large enough to block what I feel for you. In your absence my hearts knows the void and feels the ache and my mind races like a cheetah wild and on the run. I say " heart, what is your are doing? " and to that my hearts response and" it wasn't actually something said or something people do the connection that lit fireworks is when my soul merged to one with you." Than why does it hurt so and why doesn't it mends it way? The heart spoke to the soul and soul chose to reply" rare is the heart that ask for nothing in return, but simply cared for and so warmly loved" The tears now heavy I can hardly hold them back, for I know that I felt the energy and through my heart is pierced, like a dagger I felt it going in and still I have not felt it pulling back.


Fireworks only happens when you ignite the wick and
find yourself amazed at the dazzling explosion on display.

It hurts because I know the truth...