Watch the sunrise

Wild flower of mine
where art thou?
Where are your beautiful eyes
They are no longer locked with mine
they no longer search my body for a response
they no longer light up when they see me
Where are those white soft small skinny feminine hands of yours?
The gentle touch on my skin,
they were silk
they caressed the goose bumps you made with your presence
the tickles they would also create
as you touched my rib cage, right under my breasts
Those smiles you saw, they were real
The looks I would give you on the trains, the holding hands
the kisses on your hands, that was all real
It was the purest
I asked where you were flower,
but I know where you are.
You are making someone else smile,
You are making someone else ticklish,
You are making someone else fall for you,
by just being the flower that you are.
Keep being the flower you are,
You may change your colors,
move from place to place,
but you'll never stop being a flower
for in my happiest moments, you always took me to green pastures. 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k9UpyaSCbyg&feature=youtube_gdata_player -All this beauty, The Weepies

Trees, not part of me.

Sometimes, I forget that I was meant to be alone
A lonely leaf flying with the wind
carelessly living.
It's only when I am joined with a tree,
does all my world come down.
When I am let go by the tree, it is only then
that my heart saddens
saddens for it feels that I've lost my way again
I've rooted unto something that's not me
and when I am uprooted is when I am able to see
see that I've strayed from who I started to be
I wasn't meant to be rooted somewhere,
especially not joined.
Live happily and carelessly by myself,
that to me sounds precious.

Blue pastures

I've kept from writing about you
with the excuse that I need to be writing a story, a book
Instead of writing about my feelings, about you.
That excuse no longer holds.
I want you to know that I still think about you, daily to be honest
Every day I say good morning, and wonder: How'd she wake up today?
Hope she is doing okay.
Memories come and go,
sometimes, they are short triggered by something I saw, or heard
but sometimes they stick through,
just like a catchy commercial jingle inside my head.
I haven't wanted to let go of our memories,
because to be honest, the only memories I have of You,
are the ones that were "us".
It's hard to take away "us" from "You",
for I remember You, as being part of me.
I am not sure how I can single you out.
I can't create any memories where it's only you,
cause when I think of you, I think of us.
It's hard what happened between us,
it was mesmerizing, thrilling, hopeful, hurt.
I am not sure what I am trying to say,
I guess all I am saying is that I am trying,
I am trying to separate "you" from "us"
but I still haven't figured out a way.
That's not what scares me though,
what scares me is,
am I ever? ever going to find a way to think of you as "You"
It may sound stupid, for I have already lost you,
but if I can't find a way to think of you as only "you"
I feel that I won't ever be a part of your life again,
in the sense of being able to get
sometime a coffee together when we're old and grown,
for I don't expect you to ever trust me again
to make me part of your routine.
The choices I made and will make,
are things I have to live with every day.
Thing is, I thought by now I would've
been able to separate "you" from "us"
but I have failed, terribly.
All I hope for, is that you haven't been a failure like me,
and have been able to view me as plainly me,
or even better, haven't thought about me at all lately.
What, I truly hope is, that these words never reach you
for if that was the case, it means you are good without me
You no longer want or need to check to see how I am doing.
It's not wrong to not want to know, about me or my life.
I would be proud if you did so.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D5QRw6wvXjU&feature=youtube_gdata_player -Wish I could forget, The Weepies

Tu sonrisa mujer!

Your smile is just as
the sun rising.
It makes everything
around her come to life.
Your smile shines life
into my heart.
Your cheeks rise up
like tide at sea.
Your words are waves
and I am the sand at shore.
Every time you speak
you conquer me all.

Happy Thanksgiving love!

Be thankful for you, for you are fabulous.

Usted, afarig mia

Pink skies
I see your pink cheeks
Highways
I see your dark hair
Light
I see your eyes
Laugh of children
I see your heart
Trees
I see your strong legs
Chairs
I see your stand-up straight posture
Everything I do and see
has your signature somewhere
visible or hidden
It is there.
When I am feeling down,
I think of your smile
how your eyes would look away
then come back to me
Thank you for that smile

Brett Dennen- Don't forget -

Porque la vida si es facil, mujer!

If life was easy,
It would mean you are not important.
Many of us say,
"why can't I be left alone?"
Life doesn't work that way though
If your life is easy with no troubles
I must say, (sorry if I offend) but why are you here?
The only reason we have troubles in the first place,
is because we mean something.
The bigger your purpose is,
the bigger the challenge.
It doesn't get simpler than that.
When you see that your life is harder than those around you,
It just means you have a greater mountain to climb,
a greater triumph than others.
Life is not easy, and it won't ever get easy.
That's a fact.
One thing that keeps me going though,
is that there are still things in this world
that are completely one hundred unique
and that's You
and your experiences with this world.
We may all go through hardships,
but that only means that we have one thing in common
We are all important.
We all have something we must leave planted on this earth.
Our lives touch thousands, if not more.
The troubles and confusions, and hardships that we go through,
are all just a process of planting the seed that we will leave behind.
A seed can't simply flourish on thoughts, but it takes labor.
It needs land, which will be earth, our lives.
It needs rain and water, which will be our tears, our pain.
It needs the sun, which will be our warmth, our love to one another.
It needs dirt, which will be our mistakes, our mess-ups,
and it also needs time to grow,
which will be our lifetime here on earth.
As long as we are still alive,
We have the power to make the seed either a
Yew tree; strong yet flexible, able to bend far before breaking
Or a
Balsa tree; grows quickly but its torn away by any strong breeze.
To walk life you must have endurance and patience.
Endure the storms that come, and be patient, don't get angry or upset,
for they won't last forever.
Don't ask for easy, it won't come
Instead, ask for strength.
Calle 13- latinoamericana
Brett Dennen- All we have

Lamparita magica, tus acciones cortan

With my head on my pillow
lights off
in pure darkness I like to find myself
the only lights coming in
are the street lamps
Shining through my vertical blinds on the left side of my bed
and the only light shining inside the room
is my computer.
I look up to the ceiling
while having Coldplay in the background
thoughts come and go
but this repeating thought keeps coming to mind
well, two really
but I will mention one.
I need to be writing the story I had started
I showed four people and they ask me when they see me...
"Have you written? I want to know how the story keeps going"
I can tell they're honest, they do want to know
I just can't, the story was written when I was someone else
I've tried. I sit on my desk, read to see where I left off
but I cannot connect with it
I feel as if I would be stealing another writers story
(does that make sense?)
Thing is, I wasn't going to write anything tonight or even for a while,
for it came to memory this one episode
where I wrote something once,
poured my heart and tears on it
and saw how it was burnt by another
I felt I was a flag and they were burning me
protesting for their hurt.
(which in all, they had the right to do so)
Also, I knew I would ramble on tonight, feelings are not organized
they are all over the place
and it won't be anything worth reading
but what's worthy anyway? no one is, nothing is
its one of those quiet nights where
"I've never heard silence this loud"
having a pen in my mouth
instead of my hand
my pen literally speaking for me,
my vocals do none the talking.
Anyway, I love you.
Goodnight.

"Shit, do actions have consequences. Now get over yourself." -SWM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nHAdbn2e_QQ&feature=youtube_gdata_player 

Un paso

Its all but one step
one step to triumph
one step to failure
you can be at the top of the mountain
conquering all
yet it all takes one step
one step to decide whether you want to fall
all it takes, one step
let's say you stopped going to clubs
for the reason that you always ended up
sleeping with someone at the end of the night
and when you woke up
you felt even worse then you already were
(it takes one step)
you go to the bar now
only getting drinks with friends
then going home
you think, I am good, I didn't go home with anyone
didn't need to fill the urge
but it only takes one step,
when you start getting comfortable again
from where you got out
you'll sink back down again.
You got to be honest to yourself
when you start hearing that voice
inside your head saying;
maybe you should stop, this is all too familiar.
You should listen, and do.
In the end, its all but you that will take care of you
no other person will do what you need to do for yourself
take a step toward change,
and stick with it
because just as you took a step forward,
you can take a step back.
Don't move forward, unless if you want to stick with it this time
otherwise, you'll end up even lower then before, the fall will be greater.
Good thing though,
It only takes one step.
One step.

I was, am, will always be there for you

I've seen you
I still see you, child
I had you once inside my palms
the wrinkles inside my hand covered your newly
soft small body
I was the first one there when you took your first breath
You were covered in blood
My chest inhaled, eyebrows went up in astonishment
a smile was brought upon my face
as I heard your first cry of many
I removed the birth stains with clean towels
left you taintless, new
I held you, rocked you
yet you still hadn't opened your eyes up to me
It wasn't till you realized that I wasn't going anywhere
that I saw your big blue eyes
I saw you look at me for the first time
and it warmth my heart
It jumped out of joy
at the knowing that after all this time
you decided to open up to me.
When you looked at me,
you realized I had been there,
had always been there.
Since birth I held you in my hands
saw the first time you were able to stand on earth
and also saw how those small feet
that later turned into independent ones
walked away from me.
My child,
I've seen you,
and I still see you.
Let me hold you,
and trust that what I say I mean
I never left you
It was you who turned around
who left me in the rocking chair
holding the essence of you
I've never lied to you,
You are beautiful, my child
but don't keep walking away from me
when you haven't opened up your eyes to me just yet
when your eyes haven't met mine.
Don't keep walking away from me
Let me see those beautiful eyes
let me hold you in my palms once again
Let me...

Speak, its a wonderful thing.

I was silent for so long
so many years I didn't tell a soul
of what was really going on inside me
A few knew the surface of it
but what was really inside me
the depth of it all,
was hidden.
My parents and friends thought I was this perfect child.
This beautiful honorable person,
yet I didn't feel that way at all.
I felt like a hypocrite,
as if I was pretending to be who I was.
Didn't feel real, didn't feel loved
I knew the answer to my problem,
and anyone who came for advice,
I would let them know who the answer was.
Yet I never took my own advice.
I was silent about everything stirring up inside me
Confusions and tiredness overwhelmed me,
I wasn't able to sleep profoundly,
I slept but it wasn't enough.
I was silent for so long,
that when I felt that I should speak I didn't know how.
Didn't know what to say
Did I need to ask for help?
Or was I suppose to just say
"I've been silent for so long, I don't know how not to be silent."
How was I going to say; "I forgot how to speak..."
How to speak about what was going on inside me.
Problem was, I knew I couldn't continue on with the "not knowing how to speak" excuse.
That's when I realized,
I noticed that I had damaged myself.
I had turned a healthy person into a disabled one.
I saw what I had done to myself, and I cried.
For I had hurt "me".
I spent so long questioning everything,
Numbing myself,
Looking for answers inside me, inside the problem
That I wasn't able to look outside of me
Wasn't able to look up, and say "help me".
So much time did I lose being silent...
All I can say now is,
Don't repeat my mistake, dear friend
Speak, its a wonderful thing.

Take a shower, its good for ya

Just as we take a shower to take the dirt off our bodies
We should also take a "mental" shower.
Clean our mind and heart
of things that are simply, dirt.
Would you walk into a work meeting with mud on your face?
No, (depending on which job you have of course) its not acceptable.
So, why should it be acceptable to have your life,
You, not clean?
Our lives inside are just (and more) important than our outside.
I know its easier to attend to the things people will see.
"Why fix something that others don't see?"
"Why open the Pandora box?"
My answer is: Why not?
The unforeseen troubles that might come out
of the Pandora box, might just be
Your solution.

You are important enough to attend to yourself.
You are important enough to reach down inside you,
and fix that sink that's been leaking for a while now.
That problem that you keep leaving for "next time",
saying: "meh, I'll do it later"
yet never get to it.
Go grab that wrench, put those plumber pants on
And fix that leak.

Open yourself to the solution.
Don't be afraid.

These tears...

My tears are no longer
tears of pain and hunger,
hunger for love and answers.
My tears no longer
hide behind the shower curtain
where not even myself was able to
see nor feel them.
My tears are no longer cactus spines
tearing my flesh open as they ran down my body,
leaving salty wet trails behind.
My tears no longer make my body ache
leaving it sore, barely able to walk.
My tears are no longer a burden,
they don't weigh down on me.
My tears are no longer painful
They are not sad and
They don't take pity on themselves.
They no longer hurt,
For they have found a real love
that has set them
Free.

If only we were this smart

Fix the problem before
it leaves permanent damage.

Admire you

Beautiful are you,
teeth that are not perfect
yet you have a perfect smile.
When you smile,
your whole mouth shines bright.
Your hair is gorgeous
shaved on one side,
and long-medium messy on the other.
Brown eyes that look sad,
puppy eyes
that melt and sadden me
creating this feeling of wanting
to hold you.
Your gestures and postures 
are of someone who is humble
and lost in the world
not lost in the sense that there's no path
or finish line
lost in the sense that your thoughts
are nothing like the rest of ours.
When you look at someone 
you see the deepest thought in them
you see who they truly are
not who they let you see
and that's why I admire you.
You are not like all the other girls
you don't want to be, nor try to.
You are not feminine, that's a fact.
You stick with your case and
don't mind who is with you
or not with you.
I also see that you are trying to love yourself,
trying to do better this time around
and for that I think I am starting to fall for you.
You are courageous, 
and even though in the past 
you've made mistakes,
hurt others and 
left out the back door,
I know your intentions all along were to not hurt a soul. 
I also know that when you saw 
all the hurt you had caused, 
your heart broke,
and not in two pieces, or three.
It broke completely.
As you walked, gravely
each piece fell
with every step 
leaving you empty
every time you tried to move forward.
I saw all this,
and now see this;
little by little
you are reconstructing your very own heart.
It takes courage to love yourself again,
after hurting so many souls, including your own.
It takes courage to forgive yourself and say:
"I am gluing my heart back together."
I admire you,
admire you,
dear reflection of mine. 

"What's the point of life?" this guy Job asked

I've been like this guy, Job, for some time now. 
Depressed as some may say. 
Not fighting or arguing anymore, 
don't have strength for that kind of stuff. 
I've just been living as an aimlessly leaf fallen of a tree. 
Tonight I asked myself, what's the point of life. 
(Not suicidal, thank God. I am over that)
I mean really? I know; live, love, experience, all that good stuff. 
But, that's not it. At least that's not all. 
We ask ourselves this question many times in our lifetime: 
"What's the point of life?"
But I don't think we'll ever get the right answer
if we pretend that we know it
or try to hide our pain or questions
or even be defensive about what's happening
inside us.

I know that many will notice

what I have below is a chapter off the bible

and will not even glance at it, or 

perhaps you will

then leave it.

Thing is, this Job guy,

we are very much alike

He is a character that i can relate to

and just because he is in a book

that many people cross out immediately 

doesn't mean I have to judge him

because of the book he is in. 

I understand why many cross off the bible,

but this is not about that.

It's just me relating to this guy;

his pain and anger. 

After reading what he said, I felt close to someone

but also, that we all most go through 

dark tunnels in life,

some brought upon by life itself,

people before us, and us getting the consequences

or sometimes we ourselves

However it is that we got to these empty dark tunnels,

It sounds cheesy, but I believe with all of me

that there will be "light" at the end of the tunnel. 

There will be. There is.

and I won't stop walking.

Hopefully it helps someone other than me. 

Job 3

The Message (MSG)

Job Cries Out

What’s the Point of Life?

3 ^1-2 Then Job broke the silence. He spoke up and cursed his fate:

^3-10 “Obliterate the day I was born.
    Blank out the night I was conceived!
Let it be a black hole in space.
    May God above forget it ever happened.
    Erase it from the books!
May the day of my birth be buried in deep darkness,
    shrouded by the fog,
    swallowed by the night.
And the night of my conception—the devil take it!
    Rip the date off the calendar,
    delete it from the almanac.
Oh, turn that night into pure nothingness—
    no sounds of pleasure from that night, ever!
May those who are good at cursing curse that day.
    Unleash the sea beast, Leviathan, on it.
May its morning stars turn to black cinders,
    waiting for a daylight that never comes,
    never once seeing the first light of dawn.
And why? Because it released me from my mother’s womb
    into a life with so much trouble.

^11-19 “Why didn’t I die at birth,
    my first breath out of the womb my last?
Why were there arms to rock me,
    and breasts for me to drink from?
I could be resting in peace right now,
    asleep forever, feeling no pain,
In the company of kings and statesmen
    in their royal ruins,
Or with princes resplendent
    in their gold and silver tombs.
Why wasn’t I stillborn and buried
    with all the babies who never saw light,
Where the wicked no longer trouble anyone
    and bone-weary people get a long-deserved rest?
Prisoners sleep undisturbed,
    never again to wake up to the bark of the guards.
The small and the great are equals in that place,
    and slaves are free from their masters.

^20-23 “Why does God bother giving light to the miserable,
    why bother keeping bitter people alive,
Those who want in the worst way to die, and can’t,
    who can’t imagine anything better than death,
Who count the day of their death and burial
    the happiest day of their life?
What’s the point of life when it doesn’t make sense,
    when God blocks all the roads to meaning?

^24-26 “Instead of bread I get groans for my supper,
    then leave the table and vomit my anguish.
The worst of my fears has come true,
    what I’ve dreaded most has happened.
My repose is shattered, my peace destroyed.
    No rest for me, ever—death has invaded life.”

Destruction

When things fall they create currents.
Waves that take you away from
where you were.
They push you,
creating a wall between
who you were
and who you are now.

No other I will find

"There ain't no other I will find
You are eternally on my mind
A thousand stars see how they shine
I see your face when I see mine
I think you are extra specially designed"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=miPw1rpe9Rk&feature=youtube_gdata_player -made for each other by Emilie Mover

Happy birthday. CNW.

You have beautiful teeth. 

Smile on your day. 

If you hadn't found this yet...
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Pain is beauty

For so many nights did I feel the stabbing cutting edge of pain

endless nights

months without a single day of peace

a cloud of unhappiness and guilt

over me

all the hours of the day

so much was the pressure I felt

that I looked up

looked up to see if there was really a gray cloud hanging just above me.

Months of crying myself to sleep

the crying that's full of pain

making your body ache

curving all of you into the fetal position

crying till you felt like throwing up

falling asleep sometimes on the toilet seat

just as if I was drunk of pain.

Pain is beautiful, I still say

contrary of what people have defined beautiful to be

pain IS beautiful

there is no emotion like it

when you've made your peace with pain

it makes you realize

that you are happy

or at least the contrary of pain

pain makes you unafraid in many ways

but it also gives you caution

for "next time", be mindful!

its not just you that you are affecting.

So many months did I spent living this way

hiding my pain

only letting it flourish at night

I couldn't cry in public, no one knew

didn't want anyone to know

It was the first secret only myself knew and no one else

I smiled and said "I am happy" (felt bad lying)

till I reached to a point

where sitting on the train one day

a lady in front of me was enjoying the music she was listening to so beautifully, 

she teared and when she opened her eyes

her gaze went right through me

and the tears started to roll down my cheeks

she got off the next stop

and I put my headphones on

and was able to enjoy for the first time in a long time

"something"

this time it was music

this lead me to be thankful.

I was alive

I was walking

and now as I was dancing of joy in the train station

(no one cared and neither did I)

I sang and let everything out

I was ready to let this pain go

I was ready to let myself go

and make a new me

and I did.

Decision was everything,

it turned the page for me

it wasn't easy and it is still not easy,

sometimes the pain and guilt wants to creep in again

and yes, I've cried many times after this beautiful dance

of freedom that I had

but I am better, and know that I need to be better.

With pain, I've learned that it's a daily thing

I refuse to take medicines for depression or whatever else

they want to prescribe

I've found something that works

and it works better than any medicine

I don't want to be dull

I want to feel.

Pain is leaving now,

making room for happiness

letting me know that

life has all seasons

and whatever was one day, will leave

and bring something better the next.

Just know,

Life is worth living...

with all its seasons. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CdjRmM0Q0qs By your side- Tenth Avenue North 

Moon and You

All along I've thought I was the moon

and you were a giraffe

I was right.

You kept saying "I love you"

You were up high in the trees eating your veggies

I couldn't hear you

taller than all of us around you

with your long neck and spotted spots on your silky smooth skin

you walked and teased with those long and fine legs of yours

I would whisper, and hum you tunes from my heart

and you would hear every beat of them

you always stood up tall

enhancing that long, long neck of yours

listening to the sounds my heart would make

problem was,

I was the moon.

As the long, peaceful and breezy night died off

skies got lighter

making our moment less private and secret

we got closer

and you took the high risk of injury

by lowering your neck towards me,

to find me

to not let me go

but as the warm light of the sun peaked in

I was no longer there

and you were no longer standing tall and firm

but down on the ground searching for me

wondering if the earth had swallowed me in

wondering, how did we get so close

and now you are gone?

where are you, you said...

while all along I was turned around to face another world

 was left out of yours

and you were left all alone

without me

without the tunes of my heart

without even, a simple good-bye

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yFTvbcNhEgc "Big Jet Plane" - Angus and Julia Stone
http://keepcalmandlovegiraffes.tumblr.com/ 

Mountain fog

I've spent so much time being afraid
afraid of it all
little things here and there
in the end 
the list was immense
so big,
that i hid
went into a cave
thinking, here "I am safe"
no one will find me here
I'll live, just not outside 
where people can see me
where they can truly see all of me
It has been so long since I've been out,
the afternoon sun hurts my eyes
my body got used to dim lights
lights that didn't change me
lights that didn't heat up my body
at being in the presence of it
nor did they change my skin color
I've hiding for too long
yes, my body got used to the cave
being protected by these walls 
I've built up
but its time to get out
get out of this somber state
it'll be shocking and perhaps painful at first
but my skin needs a little color and warmth
the cave was home to me
but now that I've been outside
i don't want to go back in

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bGPgGTPod6w 

Plumb- Beautiful history 

precipice

I wonder what made artists write those songs

that are able to touch you to the bone

like they are inside you, going through what you are going through.

I've always found music so touching

the instruments by themselves, can just play along with emotions

nothing has to be said for me to feel what the song is saying

the cellos and violins and the rallentando part of the song

where everything slows down and you feel as if you are drowning down with their music

as if you are jumping off a cliff and diving down with the silence of the song

just as your hands are touching the water, opening a path for you to enter in

the music goes loud and refreshes you like cold water

creating goose bumps and shivers on your skin

find music that makes you feel that way

don't stop till you find "that" music, that song

that changes you

that soothes that pain

the vaseline to those wounds

you are not living till you find this tune

dive in, hang on, you'll find it 

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OaeaayqrzS4

Oh, life

green lights
yellow lights
red lights
stop signs
green street signs with white font
roads with endless trees on their sides
wheels going back-and-forth,
back-and-forth
speed limit 40-45
your humming voice 
in my head during my 10 long hours shift
nights with no clouds blocking the 
bright white moon from shining 
and sunrises that should be your screen saver
All this, you might say
is beautiful 
yet i feel numb to it all
I should smile bigger
say good morning to every neighbor 
walking their dog at night and/or morning
I should appreciate it more
and I will, just not now
day by day
day by day
I'll regain strength 
and beauty and love
will grow inside me 
for this time,
the seed is planted in good soil 

Legs and feet

I am

paralyzed from the waist down

I no longer feel the coldness of the water

in my feet

or the dirt between my toes

as much as I loved it

I am no longer able to stand

I am no longer able to think for myself

I am no longer free to act

this all happened when

I stopped worrying about me

My legs had been cut out from under me

and I hadn't noticed

hadn't noticed that all this time

I hadn't taken one single step

by myself

I was handicapped,

till now.

I now see who I was

someone without heart and valor to fight

to fight for her own legs

to fight so that I may stand up

and walk

walk toward "my" life

A life that I will be able to build

with my own hands, and feet

Open heart

I am now leaving NYC
Yesterday, I had to decide for the third time
If I wanted to do this or not.
To live
To not run away
leaving people knowing nothing
of my whereabouts
My lord you always come to my rescue
I left a note on your door saying
Sorry and goodbye
I expected you to email me,
Or text me
Nothing...
Instead you wrote "let me live"
On your instagram.
It hurt me, to see that
You have moved on,
But truly happy because
You are over me.
Yesterday, I had to decide for the third time
I don't just want to live
I want to live being my best
Tired of me,
Of me always bringing myself down
Tired of being such a coward
Tired of it man.
If I don't do this, no one else will.
I will always love you,
Love who I was with you,
Love us,
But I need to move on.
I need to do the "impossible"
Good-bye my dearest friend.
All good things I keep from you,
Hope you do the same.
All great things beloved,
All great things to you.
Thank you for all the good seeds
You planted on me,
I can only hope I did the same.

Confidence

Walking, walking, walking
I still see you
Walking, walking, walking
I can still hear you
Walking, walking, walking
I remember reading to you
Walking, walking, walking
I think back and smile
Walking, walking, walking
I still carry you with me
Walking, walking, walking
I smile because you are smart
Walking, walking, walking
I know we'll be ok
I know you'll find happiness
Walking, walking, walking
Walking, walking, walking
I go.

I am sorry.
For all the hurt i did.
To you.

Drivers needed.

I think the greatest fear of us all is to see
When we see,
we put ourselves in positions for others to see us
Just as a car driver sees the passenger through his mirror
The passenger is able to see the driver
When we see, rather, when we decide to see
We become drivers
Looking behind to the passengers.
These passengers look to us for guidance
To where they're headed,
After all we are the drivers.
Its not easy to see,
For there aren't many to learn from
Majority are passengers waiting for the taxi to arrive.
Exhaustion will occur and patience will run out
But just as these happen,
Strength and grace will shine out daily with the rise of the sun.

"No matter our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be burn." -Dale Turner

Wave

Caressing the music keys on the piano
She moves her white, elongated fingers
Up and down
As if they were legs going up and down the stairs
She joins both her eyebrows as if frowning
But she's getting her body tight
Just as violin strings
Sensitive to each note
Her body exhales and inhales
With the bass soft low cello sound
Rocking back and forth
As a crazy person in a straight jacket
She finds the beat
Violins and an accordion is playing now
She is no longer caressing the music keys
But is now inciting, provoking
The music to take the lead
Her shoulders go up as noting the climax
And just like a wave she surrenders
To the flow of the instruments
All slowing down for the finale,
creating an ocean foam
Joining audience, instruments, musicians and music all together.
They are one.
Finito!

Stairs

I know of a solace place
A place where i go to find peace
There's no noise, there's no screaming
But only the noise of silence
I walk these roads
As if they were made out of eggshells
Cautious, of anything i can harm
Cautious of hurting any spirits
I am alone in this place
Not because there aren't people
Around me but
Because this is me, and in me
There could only be the real me
Not anyone else but me
Its not an easy place this one
I've chosen
But i don't want anything else from life
I know many don't understand
Maybe they never will
but i don't care
I don't have to be understood
All i truly want and desire
Is for them to choose this place of mine
Its a place where silence reigns
And all that's there is your reflection

its okay

Why are you back here?

Haven't I done more than you deserve, he said

I am sorry, I thought i knew better, again

I love you, and you'll never be able to grasp it,

and that's okay, he said

picture frame

Water streaming down my neck 

sliding down toward the exterior of my arms

cold and soothing

leaving wet trails on my skin

open my eyes remember the "shhh.." sound of the ocean

the "tla, tla" sounds of the waves hitting the rocks 

the humid and hot sensation of the sun on my thighs

the rough touch of the brown sand between my feet, toes

the blinding sensation from looking straight to the sun

the "caw,caw" of the birds flying above me

all that, i remember

but i dont remember you

all i have is you on my picture frame

This is one of the miracles of love: It gives a power of seeing through its own enchantments and yet not being disenchanted. - C.S Lewis

Ole!

Rumba mía tu eres
suave como el pelo de un caballo es tu piel
tranquilizas mi alma al solo verte
eres una tierna luna
fluorescente pero estable
mi corazón late con desesperación 
al solo escuchar tus pasos venir
eres mi rumba 
todo lo que deseo es 
juntar mis manos con las tuyas 
y bailar a la música que tu creas
venid!
bailar conmigo
hasta que la oscuridad se vaya
se mi rumba 

hand in hand

She caressed his face

with her left hand

amazed she was

There were no words shared

but only eye-to-eye communication

his eyes were gold green

shining and tearing for her

happy at once that

she was able to realize

he had been there all along

she had just put him aside

away from her view

there was nothing stopping this connection

with all of her, she knew he loved her

loved her dearly

and had never stopped waiting

for this day to come

the day  

she would see Him

the day she will look  into his eyes and only see

his heart beating for her and many more like her

all along she thought she was happy

humid-hot temperature weather

with sand between her toes

physically beautiful people surrounding her

no money problems

yet she knew this wasn't it

it wasn't all life offered

with the hand she had free

she grabbed his

and caressed her face with it

not taking her eyes off him

he teared and said,

This is all I ever wanted

You,

all of you, not

a little piece

All.

A bright light shined on her face

she was blinded for a second, then

she was in a bed

in her bed

she looked over the clock

it was six in the morning

the sun had been that light

which had blinded her awake

Sitting up on bed, feet on floor

she knew in her heart

what she had to do

She walked down to the beach

and hand-in-hand

they both walked into a new life

together.

Shh...

quiet

i walk the streets of new york city

quiet

embracing all I see

loving all i see

quiet

just be quiet for a second

and look

look outside of yourself

quiet your mind and heart

shhhh... my child

look around you

go outside if you need to

go and see people

but you be quiet

see how they walk

how they speak

and smile

smile, for when you do

all thunder that goes on inside you will quiet down

as you look you'll see You and see all others

you realize there is you in everyone of them

and there's little pieces of them in you

embrace!

that's all...

smile, love, embrace

dont be afraid of finding true happiness

not the easy, last for a while happiness then there's no more left

but the one that'll last a life time

don't be afraid to quiet everything down

shhhh...

do it now

shhh...my child

quiet down

----
Embrace- Govi 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=fvwp&NR=1&v=FMX6oT_Tz0E