Steam me

Steamy clouds of anguish and heartache fog my view. My view of the world. My view of you. Suffering creeps over my mortal parts as tears stream down my face. Soon my body is abducted by buried, hidden feelings. Should it feel this way? Why does it hurt more physically then it does mentally? Why does it have to end this way? All of my life I have waited for your presence, and now its gone forever? Forever is what I thought we would be. Forever is what I expected we would be. Forever is what I thought we should be. I miss you. My heart feels heavy. It still carries your weight...

Who says?

Who says all tears must flow to the ground. Who says that when your heart breaks it will never mend. Who says there is no one for somebody and somebody for no one. Who says we all must muster our courage to fight for what is right and honor what is true to someone else's beliefs. Who says that whenever you loose your mind you have lost your heart and soul. Who says that there can never be a change in humanity and that people can't reach a higher energy of love. Who says that when we grow old we grow numb. Who says it is wrong to toy with the feelings that rush over your body once you have reached a new passage in life. Who says a change of heart means a change in your orbit around eternity. Who says we always have to make sense. Who says?

WiPeS

You turned over the rock that lay resting in the shallow streams of my heart. You found the true meaning of emptiness and fathomed my long lost sorrows. You touched the stars that twinkle and sparkle in the space between the galaxy and the moon. Your colors are crimson and starch white. You bask in my sun shine. You linger in my mind. You stir up my thoughts as I try to make them unwind. You are the seam to my dress, that keeps my secrets hidden and caresses my curves. You fill me up and make my feelings over flow. How I keep your devotion is an enigma to the all. I can see my future in your eyes and only yours. Your life is like the motion picture that tells the tale of forgotten ecstasies and covert lust. Your inexplicable moral pours through my soul. I am completely surrounded by nostalgia. I am yours forever.

Vote ME for President!

I am a widow of my sanity. It died November 5th 2004. I have grown to realize this world is one large votex soon to just suck every emotion out of every being. It just hasn't started votexing yet. Vortexing? Who cares. Why must we conform to the conformations of half steppers and bull shitters. Why must we give in to the immunization of the disease of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Have all those who dream awoke. Have all those who comprehend our truths, our fallacies of living on green grasses, and swimming in white waters, and breathing in clean air, and watching white clouds cascade across blue skies, deceased. Where have the beings of humanity hidden themselves. They have left our fathers and mothers of the future to determine life, not our children and grandchildren. What is eternal bliss anymore. Was it not the breath of life, the kiss of your first love, the forbidden fortresses that lie in the closets waiting to be discovered, the splash of happiness on the faces of children running for the ice cream truck, the forlorn caress of the water in the sprinkler on a hot summer day, that first touch of spring where the flower meets the bee and the popsicle meets your tongue. Is life lost for those who dream of dreaming, for those who dream of sleeping, for those dream of that day that will change their life. Change their life for better or for worst.