Posts Tagged ‘intention’


clense heart

Cleanse my Heart

 

 

Just want to

Wash away

All the moments

Before today

Start fresh

With new reason

Stop giving

Into treason

If I could

Id reach in

Remove the pieces

Of past sin

Look at it

In tilted hand

Watch it spill

Like time clock sand

Never again

Will I be

Brought to tear

Brought to knee

All it takes

To live this part

Is cleanse my soul

Cleanse my Heart

-peace


ROSES ARE BLUE

So once again

One more time

Here I am

Without mine

On this day

Of candy and flowers

We are apart

By higher powers

I’m not mad

Or angry at all

I just wish

There wasn’t a wall

Since I can’t

Be with you

I hope this poem

Will make do

I want to say

How much I care

How much I wish

That I was there

Roses are red

Roses are blue

Honey I love

The heck out of you

FLOWER POWER

Run to the florist

Pick a bunch

Make a date

Have some lunch

Pull out the chair

For her to sit

Center the vase

Put flowers in it

Light a candle

Set the mood

Unfold her napkin

Serve the food

Time to eat

Just you two

It’s so romantic

The whole day thru

She’s in love

With you today

You’re so lucky

So you say

Here’s to us

And all we do

But most of all

Here’s to you

BOX OF CANDY

Every year

About this time

I buy some candy

For the girl of mine

It’s in a box

With a ribbon

Filled with treats

Some forbidden

Open it up

Look inside

I see my favorite

It can’t hide

Take one out

Take a bite

Tastes so good

It’s out of sight

One for you

Two for me

There’s so many

I’ll take three

Every year

About this time

I share some candy

With the girl of mine

THE ONE WHO GIVES

With the sun

She does rise

Day after day

Its no surprise

She’s the one

Who gave me life

The one who endured

All the strife

With a simile

A hug or a wink

She made me better

She made me think

Sent to me

From above

Sent to protect

Sent to love

So on this day

When we give flowers

I want to thank

Those higher powers

For giving me

One like no other

For giving me

A giving mother

SWEET THING

Some say candy

Taste the best

I say kissing

Beats the rest

When I think

About my girl

I see a vision

Of chocolate swirl

Of sweet toppings

And treats inside

Of bursting flavor

That just can’t hide

Like a kid

With eyes wide open

I stand there staring

I stand there hoping

That you’ll let

Me have a bite

Let me enjoy you

Thru the night

Then comes morning

You think we’re done

Now I’m the candy

Your turn for fun

ON ST VALENTINES

Here I sit

All alone

Our loves become

Love by phone

I wonder what

She’s doing now

By herself

I wonder how

She’s as alone

As I am

As I sit

In this can

It breaks my heart

Every year

It makes me think

Does she tear

Is she feeling

A certain way

Because we’re apart

Again this day

Honey this is

The last time

That we’re not together

On St Valentines

-Peace


YOUR SKY ABOVE

 

Early this morning

I did arise

And to my wonder

And great surprise

 

I saw the blue

Of the sky

That like a blanket

Covers you and I

 

I can’t believe

Or begin to try

To figure out

How far or high

 

I wonder if

Past my sight

There are eyes

On me and my plight

 

Saying out loud

Hey look up here

Above these clouds

That we share

 

I am the blue

I am the love

And I’ll always be

Your sky above

 

-Peace


WHY MUST I WAIT?

Why must I wait for her? She knows that I am here yet she insists on being late, again. There is nothing I can do about it, or is there? I should not wait and I should maybe hide and when she finally shows up and sees that I am not here she will be the one who is made to wait. Is she making me wait, is this a wrong assumption? Of course she makes me wait, and of course I wait. I always wait. Actually I don’t mind, I mean I am waiting for her. She’s worth the wait, isn’t she? Great, now I’m second guessing my own thoughts. Maybe this waiting all the time is making me crazier than I care to admit to. Ha ha, sure it’s sounds crazy to you. It does sound crazy doesn’t it? Hell, I really don’t care if it sounds or if it seems crazy that I wait as long as I do. I DO IT ALL THE TIME. I have always waited for her, and I always will. She’s worth it.

 Besides, I want her to see that I am wearing the new sweater she gave me.

-Peace


I am now awake and I am not sure if that was such a good idea.

I mean if I have to do this all over again, what does that say for my internal sense of self preservation?

Shouldn’t I be thinking of protecting myself from what “ails” me?

If it hurts and I continue to do it over and over again, what does that mean?

Is there a hotline I can call to tell me that what I do is not good?

Should I just stop doing?  

Naw, that wont help me now.

I must get through this day, then I can plan on “not tomorrow.

” NOT TOMORROW, ha that’s a laugh huh?

If I do that  how will I write to you tomorrow?

Well, now, so there it’s been decided.

There will be “NO” not tomorrow. 

Now if I can just find that damn manual.

 

-Peace


100 OTHERS

 

Prison is

And always will be

A place and time

Done by me

 

But I’m not here

All alone

There are others

Here that roam

 

Living in cells

Built for two

A bit of others

Spills on you

 

Try to keep

Your inner peace

While others plot

Your peace they fleece

 

Head held high

Will get you thru

Forget the others

Just do you

 

Outside we’re all

Son’s or brothers

Inside prison

I’m like 100 others

-Peace


WHAT YOU HAVE SOWN

I am in the middle

Of who I am

I am not the same

Do you understand?

Is my “not”

What you can see?

Or is it just

What’s meant to be?

How shall I share

What I’ll become?

With those who’ve seen

What I’ve undone?

Reach out to touch

Or simply graze

It is your eyes

That show your daze

Do not fear

Or cry inside

Be of full heart

Thou will not hide

Remember your life

Is not your own

Remember to reap

What you have sown

-Peace