Return to sender

In the mist of the night
deciding to leave me behind
I let you go my friend
for other pastures and competing
friends  Remember that the window
of my heart is also open upon
your return. I promise you no scenes
of jealousy for fear of loosing you again.
Even holding you back
not knowing to stop
your race, now I die in
million pieces for I miss you
so dearly.  I look and search
the black sky with no sights
illuminating it. Clouds are
great to play with on daylight,
but they are not you my friend,
I sit and wait, I sleep and wait,
I run after you and I'm still waiting,
my wait will end the day of your
great dance at the edge of my
heart, come back soon, I'm still
waiting for you....

Crying Rose ...

Hi everyone...
When I started this project on the ROSES,
never taught about a great lady.
Norma Jeane Mortenson 
better known as 
Marilyn Munroe
We all know her story
good or bad, she was like a rose,
a rose that breathed, lived, cried
just like you and me.
We remember the famous photo
of her dress blowing,
we also remember her faults,
she was made of flesh and blood,
like you and me. When she passed away
broken hearts she left behind,
especially one such man true to his 
love for her until his own death 
in 1999, Mr.J. DiMaggio arranged for 
the next twenty years from the passing
of his loved Marilyn, to have
fresh flowers (mostly roses) 
put on her grave on a weekly basis. 
Someone, somewhere created 
a rose called the
" Marilyn Munroe" rose.
and I believe it's this one...

Heaven's music

Just go to listen please:

Music like this you will never
hear it again in your life....
It last 7 minutes
Enough time to reach heaven
and not want to return to earth.
I just spent an hour listening to it
and it's blowing my mind away.

Comprehend

Understanding,
comprehension,
happiness and sadness
go hand in hand but only
in my wildest dreams
when I am lost in thought
My emotions are intertwined
so tight in a knot,
I can’t stop thinking with
my mind constantly racing
faster than the wind zooming past a crowd
I hear a voice in my head getting loud and
my mind multi tasking all at the same time,
but I can’t seem to control it.
It's like a horse running wild,
a deer slowing down for a rest
deep down you may feel something
but it's appearance is so different,
wishing to experience what other feel,
so that I too could finally get it.
My life is a maze, if I adventure in it
all seem familiar yet I just can't find my
way trough it. 

Where are you

Where are you,
how did you get there,
why do you appear,
then disappear?
You adore to play
with humans feelings,
shaming who ignores you.
Mercy me for turning my
head when you look at me
with those bright eyes
but you lost the pleas of
my lover. How can I
convey the dancing words
of my heart if you keep
loosing our messages.
It's easy for you to be
in my heart and within minutes
in my lover's heart, mocking us
for our believes that you are
our friend.  Oh moon, Oh moon
I detest you when you appear
but I cry for you when you
don't show yourself.  I'll
blow kisses for you to carry
over the ocean and deposit
them in my lover's sleeping face.
Do not loose them on your way
to his room, gently place them
on his lips for him to taste my
lips even if at distance....

Hello snow

"What a sight it is,
the virgin white snow
that came down at night
just for small children to
watch with their eyes
full of sleep.  
Silver flakes light the
sky, dancing around
like night flies.  
Oh snow why come at night
knowing that I can't come out.
Will your presence still be 
there when the robin wakes
me up, please don't go away
I will embrace you,
feeling your freezing touch on my
bare feet. My hands red from
cold is nothing compared to 
your touch.  Delicate
and freezing, silvery and watery
tickling my red nose knowing
full well the joy of being your
friend for quite a while.
Be patient and will be there
with you in the early morning
hours, just you and me before
the world awakes and breaks
the magical spell between us...."

Blue sky

Under a red or a blue sky I walked,
unaware to be the last,
alone I was not,
my trench bodies at my side
looking all at the unique red sky,
knowing full well
that it could be our last sight.
We ran,stumbled and ran
some more,
where to, no one knew.
Objects were coming down rapidly
blocking our runs it did.
One by one down we went,
sand,smoke and fire burning us
piece by piece, not feeling pain,
but luring each of us to crosses
that stood ready to receive us...
People. let not our shed
blood be invane, it hurts immensely
to leave this world for you
not to appreciate our parting,
we are long gone, but you
should keep our memories
alive & not be the ones to
write these lines over again....
month: November
day:     11th,
hour:    11th hour
of 1918.
Plus subsequent wars since then.

PS: this is for both my grandfathers who served
& passed right after the 'great war', but also for
uncles who served on the second and all others
thereafter.
                             

Remember US...

In Flanders Fields - John McCrae

 

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

    That mark our place; and in the sky

    The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

    Loved and were loved, and now we lie,

        In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

    The torch; be yours to hold it high.

    If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

        In Flanders fields.

Stone

They call me STONE.
Looking like a stone is a hard life,
keeping a stone face is even harder.
I'm bypassed, assaulted,
frozen and broken all at once.
On all sundowns or sun ups
I loose a piece to time.
I, in a way have, a heart
in seeing humans,animals
spitting, kicking,escalating
me all the time.
I can cry or shine but my
favorite time is I become a
pillow to lovers.
I do not understand my life
here where I have no saying
other than just endure it and stay quiet....