In the bar
They dance, and spin.
Each trying to impress someone new.
Each pretending to be someone else
Something they're not.
Reminds me of high school
It was all about popularity
Who was the prettiest
Who was most athletic.
Do we ever really stop pretending.
Do we ever alow ourselves to be who we truley are
Or do we always lie
And do we lie only to others
Or do we also lie to ourselves?
Do we ever REALLY know who we are?
An odd mix of random crafts and recipes that I try my hand at.
A little bit OCD, a little bit random, a lot of creativity.
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Labyrinth of Love
I'm stuck here
In this labyrinth of love
Searching endlessly
For your smiling face.
I feel as though
I'm running out of time
And this endless maze
Seems to have no rhyme.
I search the heavens above
Hoping for a sign
Then I realized my love
Was what I needed to listen to all the time
If I follow my heart
All the way from the start
I over come the strife
To begin the rest of my life;
With you.
In this labyrinth of love
Searching endlessly
For your smiling face.
I feel as though
I'm running out of time
And this endless maze
Seems to have no rhyme.
I search the heavens above
Hoping for a sign
Then I realized my love
Was what I needed to listen to all the time
If I follow my heart
All the way from the start
I over come the strife
To begin the rest of my life;
With you.
Monday, March 28, 2005
If You Told Me
If you told me you loved to dance
I would hire an entire band for you,
And sing you softly to sleep each night
If you told me you liked to fly
I would give you wings
That would take you anywhere
If you told me you liked my smile
I would smile all the time
I would do anything for you
I only ask one thing in return,
For you to love me
Like I love you
I would hire an entire band for you,
And sing you softly to sleep each night
If you told me you liked to fly
I would give you wings
That would take you anywhere
If you told me you liked my smile
I would smile all the time
I would do anything for you
I only ask one thing in return,
For you to love me
Like I love you
Untitled
July 2002 (BMG)
Hurt and alone
Feelings of pain
I could not condone
Carrying a paintbrush
To hide the scars
If needed in a rush
Never to be loved
Or so I thought
But then you held me
Not just me, but my heart
You loved and respected me
Like never before
I love you so much
Your handsome smile
Your eyes, your touch
Say it now, and say it true
We'll be friends
Till the world is through
Hurt and alone
Feelings of pain
I could not condone
Carrying a paintbrush
To hide the scars
If needed in a rush
Never to be loved
Or so I thought
But then you held me
Not just me, but my heart
You loved and respected me
Like never before
I love you so much
Your handsome smile
Your eyes, your touch
Say it now, and say it true
We'll be friends
Till the world is through
Lie To Me
October 2000
Lie to me...
Tell me you love me,
You want to spend
Eternity together.
Lie to me...
Tell me you want to marry me,
To devote yourself to me,
And grow old together.
Don't tell me the truth
It doesn't matter
You'll meet someone new tomorrow
And tell her all the same
But tonight it's just us so...
Lie to me.
Lie to me...
Tell me you love me,
You want to spend
Eternity together.
Lie to me...
Tell me you want to marry me,
To devote yourself to me,
And grow old together.
Don't tell me the truth
It doesn't matter
You'll meet someone new tomorrow
And tell her all the same
But tonight it's just us so...
Lie to me.
Good-bye
March 2002
I love you
maybe that's my problem
I want you to go away
No wait. Please stay
I can't control my feelings
And I'm so unsure
Of what to say
Is there a cure
For this broken heart?
Cuz without you
I'm missing a part
It's best that I go
But always know that
I love you.
I love you
maybe that's my problem
I want you to go away
No wait. Please stay
I can't control my feelings
And I'm so unsure
Of what to say
Is there a cure
For this broken heart?
Cuz without you
I'm missing a part
It's best that I go
But always know that
I love you.
Monday, March 14, 2005
His Hands
This was writen for Pathfinder Sabbath at my church, where I read it aloud. Jan. 2002
He holds the world
And all that's in it.
Animals, people
Anything that would fit.
Sin and destruction everywhere
And no one seems to care
Desiese, death, storms
The dark cloud forms
With a tear shed
He wipes it all away
The world goes on
Without a thank you said.
He holds the world
And all that's in it.
Animals, people
Anything that would fit.
Sin and destruction everywhere
And no one seems to care
Desiese, death, storms
The dark cloud forms
With a tear shed
He wipes it all away
The world goes on
Without a thank you said.
Sunday, March 13, 2005
Thoughts
This is just my thinking instead of a poem..
I've noticed lately that it seems I'm the only one around my age attempting to better myself.. Most of my friends that are around my age are like, I was born into this life, I'm gone die in this life why bother fighting it. Or they are trying to get ahead in life by "cheating". You know, not willing to work for what they have, play lottery to get rich, pursue a spouse that has money, etc. or they are actually sliding backwards into a worse life than they were raised. I can think of very few my age that are actually attempting to better themselves. And those couple have great respect from me, but the majority just seems to not care. It makes me feel even older, more mature, like my thinking is much farther ahead than others my age. It is just unusual for someone in their early 20s to be trying to have a better life than they were raised in or have others just gotten lazy and I just missed the memo? And I'm not putting down the lottery, I voted to bring it to Tennessee, but when you just play the lot and not mix hard work with it, ur just cheating. and I'm not putting down the life i was raised in, I just want to be even better, even if I had been born rich, then I'd b striving to get even more money, and donate even more to help others.. I want to be able to give my friend $200. for their bills they cant quite pay, and not think of it. I want to have a nice roomy home that my friends can come to and always feel welcome, I want to be a stay at home mom and have cookies ready for my kids when they get home (and I know that sounds like a mother from the 50's but i have no intention of being the "rose colored glasses" mother, but I do want to b there for my kids and raise them, not have the TV raise them).
I guess the biggest difference is I want to look at what I do, look at my life and say "you know Daddy and Grandpa Dickey would be proud of what I have become." Both are dead now, but have had a major hand in shaping my life, and making me what I am today. And I want to make them proud. Maybe its just that others don't have people like that in their lives. If that's the case then I am blessed, cuz though they are gone, sadly, they did bless my life while here and give me that advantage of wanting to please them..
I dunno, I just feel like very few of my friends actually think they can or want to have a better life, and that just seems a bit sad to me.. Ok I'm done..
I've noticed lately that it seems I'm the only one around my age attempting to better myself.. Most of my friends that are around my age are like, I was born into this life, I'm gone die in this life why bother fighting it. Or they are trying to get ahead in life by "cheating". You know, not willing to work for what they have, play lottery to get rich, pursue a spouse that has money, etc. or they are actually sliding backwards into a worse life than they were raised. I can think of very few my age that are actually attempting to better themselves. And those couple have great respect from me, but the majority just seems to not care. It makes me feel even older, more mature, like my thinking is much farther ahead than others my age. It is just unusual for someone in their early 20s to be trying to have a better life than they were raised in or have others just gotten lazy and I just missed the memo? And I'm not putting down the lottery, I voted to bring it to Tennessee, but when you just play the lot and not mix hard work with it, ur just cheating. and I'm not putting down the life i was raised in, I just want to be even better, even if I had been born rich, then I'd b striving to get even more money, and donate even more to help others.. I want to be able to give my friend $200. for their bills they cant quite pay, and not think of it. I want to have a nice roomy home that my friends can come to and always feel welcome, I want to be a stay at home mom and have cookies ready for my kids when they get home (and I know that sounds like a mother from the 50's but i have no intention of being the "rose colored glasses" mother, but I do want to b there for my kids and raise them, not have the TV raise them).
I guess the biggest difference is I want to look at what I do, look at my life and say "you know Daddy and Grandpa Dickey would be proud of what I have become." Both are dead now, but have had a major hand in shaping my life, and making me what I am today. And I want to make them proud. Maybe its just that others don't have people like that in their lives. If that's the case then I am blessed, cuz though they are gone, sadly, they did bless my life while here and give me that advantage of wanting to please them..
I dunno, I just feel like very few of my friends actually think they can or want to have a better life, and that just seems a bit sad to me.. Ok I'm done..
Saturday, March 12, 2005
One Lone Soldier
Written for all our troops throughout the ages.. 2004
He gave his all
Fighting for our rights
Watching fellow soldiers fall
Dying by his side
The fighting is done
He lost his innocence
But the war is won
Its time to go home
Home- A place of love
But it will never be the same
The war has changed him
As he stands alone on the battlefield
He knows the future looks dim
He rides home alone
The world no longer needs him
His works will never be known
He gave his all
Fighting for our rights
Watching fellow soldiers fall
Dying by his side
The fighting is done
He lost his innocence
But the war is won
Its time to go home
Home- A place of love
But it will never be the same
The war has changed him
As he stands alone on the battlefield
He knows the future looks dim
He rides home alone
The world no longer needs him
His works will never be known
What Shall We Do
Writen shortly after Sept. 11, 2001 In memory of those that were lost...
Innocent blood was shed
What shall we do
They attacked then fled
What shall we do
Killed our loved ones
What shall we do
Our daughters, our sons
What shall we do.
Let your voices ring out loud
that's what you shall do
Hold the flag up proud
that's what you shall do
Hold your children tight
that's what you shall you
Love them with all your might
that's what you shall do
And let those you love know
You're with them wherever they go..
Innocent blood was shed
What shall we do
They attacked then fled
What shall we do
Killed our loved ones
What shall we do
Our daughters, our sons
What shall we do.
Let your voices ring out loud
that's what you shall do
Hold the flag up proud
that's what you shall do
Hold your children tight
that's what you shall you
Love them with all your might
that's what you shall do
And let those you love know
You're with them wherever they go..
The Rain
This came on a rainy night, after discussing mean and rude people on planet furry. Jan. 2005
The rain finally came tonight
Came upon the land
Like a dark creature
Unheeding to those who prefer the dry
Never pausing in its downward fall
Washing over the land
As if it was attempting
To wash the earth of its evils
Evils that we humans bring
To our own world.
People hid in their homes
Animals in their dens
As if to hide from this dark creature
The creature, not noticing its presence was unwanted
Continued coming, continued falling
Seeming to never cease in its cleansing task
But its work was in vain
For never could anything,
But the humans who bring the evils
Truly succeed in cleansing the world
The rain finally came tonight
Came upon the land
Like a dark creature
Unheeding to those who prefer the dry
Never pausing in its downward fall
Washing over the land
As if it was attempting
To wash the earth of its evils
Evils that we humans bring
To our own world.
People hid in their homes
Animals in their dens
As if to hide from this dark creature
The creature, not noticing its presence was unwanted
Continued coming, continued falling
Seeming to never cease in its cleansing task
But its work was in vain
For never could anything,
But the humans who bring the evils
Truly succeed in cleansing the world
Forever
Nunya business who this was originally writen for... June 2001
Together...
We thought We'd always be
Then she came between
you and me
I see you around sometimes
You never even look at me
I think of all
Our memories
And it makes me want to cry
How could things go so wrong?
I loved you endlessly.
You guys are so happy
I'll miss you
And your love
Forever...
Together...
We thought We'd always be
Then she came between
you and me
I see you around sometimes
You never even look at me
I think of all
Our memories
And it makes me want to cry
How could things go so wrong?
I loved you endlessly.
You guys are so happy
I'll miss you
And your love
Forever...
Thank You
This was written for all my friends who have cared for me and loved me unconditionally. Feb. 2001
Thank you for;
Knowing my weaknesses,
And never making
Fun of me.
Thank you for;
Knowing when I was wrong
And gently correcting me.
Thank you for;
A shoulder to cry on,
And a hand to hold.
Thank you for;
Being my bestfriend
And most of all
Thank you for,
Your love.
Thank you for;
Knowing my weaknesses,
And never making
Fun of me.
Thank you for;
Knowing when I was wrong
And gently correcting me.
Thank you for;
A shoulder to cry on,
And a hand to hold.
Thank you for;
Being my bestfriend
And most of all
Thank you for,
Your love.
Daddy
This was the poem that got it all started... Sept. 2000
You've watched me grow
Through the years
From changing diapers
To calls from boys
From buying me a new bike
To buying me new make-up.
From old blue jeans
To a bright new dress
You're always there
Through highs and lows
For 16 years you've
Loved me so
And for 16 years
I've been proud
To call you;
Daddy
I gave my dad this poem on his 43rd birthday, writen in the card I gave him (which I now have) and his reaction to the poem made me think. "You know if I can get Daddy to react to what I write, mabey I can get others..." So I started writing more stuff again and have now been published many times. This poem has been published in the book, "The International Who's-Who of Poetry"
You've watched me grow
Through the years
From changing diapers
To calls from boys
From buying me a new bike
To buying me new make-up.
From old blue jeans
To a bright new dress
You're always there
Through highs and lows
For 16 years you've
Loved me so
And for 16 years
I've been proud
To call you;
Daddy
I gave my dad this poem on his 43rd birthday, writen in the card I gave him (which I now have) and his reaction to the poem made me think. "You know if I can get Daddy to react to what I write, mabey I can get others..." So I started writing more stuff again and have now been published many times. This poem has been published in the book, "The International Who's-Who of Poetry"
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