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Courtesy of angelinasfall.blogspot.com

What is this thing that cries out within me?
Is it a spirit that hungers for freedom?
“Freedom from what?” my mind asks in cold hard terms.
 
My life seems about things.
Things stack
things store away
a room full of things.
A bank acoount with growing numbers
but it seems
it is all about the balances.
 
I look into the mirror because they say
“Mirrors never lie”
What I see
is not
what I am.
 
I am like unto the spirit of youth
locked in a dark gray cell
listening to the sound of time on the clock
growing more loudly each day.
 
I find myself dancing alone at times.
I love what the sound of music does to my body.
I go back to that mirror
with sweat dripping down my face.
 
I am still puzzled by the face
that stares back at me.
There is a pleading look in my eyes.
They cry out,
“See me, see me
I am not dead!” 
 
A ghost I have become from growing older with time.
I move through my life
seemingly untouched by the sounds of laughter from my past.
 
The smells of loving sweat
the memory of gentle lips touching
the back of my neck.
I feel like my body
no longer remembers the joys of passion.
 
Yesterday I sat in a room noticing many things.
They were little things
but important things
that let the gift of beauty
be shared by one
such as me
hungry for their taste. 
 
The gentle curve to a neck
that seemed to never end.
The movement of material on a full soft breast
as the breath of the beholder
played with the movements.
 
Eyes with a color of the lightest blue
with mystery whirling within their depths
of thoughts yet unspoken or shared with anyone.
 
I heard that voice within me cry out
“See me, see me, I am not death, but alive!
Hear my cry
feel my need
I am alive!”
 
I left the room without a word.
There was a slight smile on my face toward you
as there was a similar smile on yours.
Silent thoughts unshared
upon our departure.
 
Two ships passing on a huge ocean
with a wave of the hand
toward each other
across desolate waves.
When will this voyage end?
What distant shores await each of us?

 

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“The gift is ourselves” line from poem, Amidst Series of Poetry Books by John J. Rigo

We only come this way…once
with only one gift
to give to others.
The gift is ourselves.
 
Without payment or reward
we give our all for some cause
more worthy than self.
What could be a finer or more treasured gift?
 
In giving we are passing on the greatest of gifts
which was taught by one
a very long time ago.
 
He gave His life to grant eternity for our souls.
His wonderful gift has neither equal nor comparison.
We can only try to reflect His treasure in our own human weakness
by trying to give the gift of our love to humanity.
 
True love in Jesus’s character
is unselfishly placing others
above ourselves. 

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Courtesy of lomography.com

 
Thru Seventy years of life on this world
there has been a few lessons of life
that were difficult to learn.
 
Knowing the difference
between true friendships and Fair Weather Friends
was one of the hardest lessons of all.
 
In  discovering that vast difference in friendships
I believe we live in a form of self-denial
in realizing the differences.
 
I am now painfully aware
that the best friends I ever had
are now long dead.
 
Thank you Lord
for being to me
the friend that no other is.
 
As my Father once related to me
“One could live a lifetime and be able to count
the true friends they would have had
on one hand.”
 
I have been blessed in my lifetime
to have had two of those real friends
with now my Lord
as my constant Third. 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Somewhere you await for me.
You have awaited patiently in your life for me
as I have counted the years in waiting for you.
 
We are eternally connected.
Two halves to a whole waiting to be whole again.
Across the centuries we have waited.
 
We both knew the other was missing.
It was a empty place within
that could never be explained.
 
At times the shores between us seemed far.
Still my heart awaits.
Each second holds a cry of joy.
Knowing I soon will be with you again.
 
Eternity can be such a long time.
It has been so without you.
Hasten time
for my heart waits for you 
on a distant shore.

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Courtesy of renewaldynamics.com
“Was God’s touch for Life or Wisdom which Brings Life”

 
Ahhh….Wisdom.
Where were you
when I needed you.
 
In my youth I thought
Love was guided by my sexual passion.
 
It was much later in life
that I learned
that passion in a physical
relationship should not guide
our life decisions.
 
Our passions should be
for goals on a higher plane
in our lives.
 
Passion to learn.
Passion to serve.
Passion to bring
Joy to our Creator.
 
Today as I sit here
as a man in the twilight of his life
grey with aching bones
and tired eyes.
I now know
my youth is forever gone. 
 
If I could have had one wish
if I could go back in my life
with another chance. 
 
It would have been
to have the grace of Wisdom
much earlier in my life.
 
Ahhhh……Wisdom.
Where were you
when I needed you
earlier in my life?
 
 
 
 
 

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Courtesy of film.com

 
 
There are many things I remember about my past.
Each memory
stones that built
who I am today.
 
The memories that have stayed with me the strongest
are those that recall when my life was rendered
a touch of kindness.
 
I remember the days well
in vivid detail.
The words spoken.
The smile given.
The touch of a hand upon my shoulder.
 
So in this day
if it is within your power
to pass that touch of kindness
to another.
Render that kindness
to another.
 
In so doing
you will be giving
a memory of strength to another
in their darkest times. 

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There is something wonderous about a hug.
It is a way of saying,”you are special to me.”
A step beyond the boundries of formal convention.
 
The assurance of a heart touching a heart.
A touch of comfort to calm a grieving heart.  
A cheek touching a cheek
with a kiss of greeting.
 
Whether a man to man
or woman to woman
or man to woman
or woman to man
there are no limits to showing
our love for another.
 
We are all souls in His creation
with an eternal bond between us all.
The hug is the sign of our sisterhood and brotherhood.
 
Let it not become forgotten in your life
it is precious honey to the wounds of this life
forever giving
forever loving
in the wonder of love
to us all.
 
 

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Courtesy of westernrifleshooters.wordpress.com

 
 
The Power comes forth.
It is the power of His Love for us.
 
All that one has to do
is believe.
 
All one has to do is believe
in the Power of His Love.
His Love is for all of us.
 
Get on your knees
Thank God
for the Power of His Love.
 
Joy will now be yours.
Your enemies are now dust.
Darkness is no longer your fate.
 
The Light of Eternity and Love
is now yours.

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Courtesy of vaterland.com

 
It has been twenty-five years since I last saw you.
Still…..I am haunted by you.
I think it takes many in our lives
to learn about Love.
 
Last night in a dream
you came to me beneath a clean white sheet.
Your long slender body freshly scented
slipped next to me and held me dearly.
 
It was a dream of simple comfort and love.
I felt secured and truly loved.
Sleep as I slept then
has escaped me all these years.
 
Know where you may be this day.
I think of you often
and I remember those days with you.
I wish you well this day. 
 

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Courtesy of 123rf.com

What is the name of that song?
It does not matter
let us be silly and dance
swirling and twirling across the floor.
 
Our youth flashes before our laughing faces.
Yesterdays move into the now of our beat together
swirling steps into the footprints of ashen time.
 
For a golden time
our memories of the pain in our past
is no more.
 
We have each other
with our own very special song
and our own very special dance. 

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