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Comment by Ryan Butterfield on Saturday

thank you note to camilla

by: ryan butterfield

i do not thank my angel,
who silently directs,
and patiently walks by my side,
day after day without complaint.
at times i do not listen
as gentle whispers on the wind
assist on the bumps in the road.
i do not see
the signs placed in my view
a blur on the racetrack of life.
repetitious deja vu,
tastes of mistakes already made,
are made again as i go straight for dessert.
the familiar scent of flowers in bloom
are lost as i wind through the maze of challenges.
but when it is still
and the moon stands as shepherd,
i feel the warm breeze
of my angels blanket of wings
covering me, and holding me tight.
and without judgment communes with me nightly,
to awaken my soul.

Comment by Ryan Butterfield on Saturday

sharing....

the spirit of god by ryan butterfield

In times of stillness, the

Wonder of nature calls like a great spirit

And all my senses partake of

Tiny pieces of my God

And reveal to me love like

From a loving parent to a

Child, fills my soul with fire

And that validation is

So strong, I strive to keep the embers eternally burning.

Comment by scarletimprint on Friday

Some beautiful illustrations of the Song of Songs..

http://scarletimprint.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/lost-magical-art.html

Comment by Robert Longley on Friday

The Journey

 

Where is it you journey?

Where it is you’ve been?

You’re focused on the future

The question though is when

 

All of it reflective

Of days no longer here

Clinging to the memories

Of things you once held dear

 

The piece that you are missing

Is what you see each day

It is the now you’re living

Which prepares you for your way

 

So close your eyes to future

Or days preceding now

And focus on the present

For today will show you how

Comment by Robert Longley on Friday

Forever

 

Forever as in always

No sense of time or place

Dreams go on unbounded

And reach to outer space

 

A symphony of feelings

No now, or then, or where

An instant point of knowing

Of all we feel and care

 

If only you could feel this

You’d know that all is well

And if I were to be there

Oh what a tale I’d tell

 

I know your dreams continue

They do much as do I

Forever’s not a concept

It’s love that never dies

Comment by ˩ѲЯЄИ ƧƖѦѲИ on Thursday

Comment by ˩ѲЯЄИ ƧƖѦѲИ on Thursday

If you don't cry for me I'll never learn to trust you Never know how to make you see I just want you to cry for me Just cry for me, please

If you play games with me, I might think I like you, Might think I could make you be Be someone that could cry for me But you'll never be, please

If you start to stay away I'll try a little harder Try to make you care for me Maybe I just want you to see You cannot see me, please

Please cry for me Don't do this to me I'd never do it to you Don't ask me to Cause I could never hurt you Never try to I'd never try to

We're not so young now, But you've not matured Why is your head, Filled with this blindness It tears me apart, That hole in my heart From you

Where have you gone, Whats made you so wrong You never used to lie to me Be better than me Hide from me You fool

If you don't cry for me, I'll be done with you somewhat Just be done since you can't see All the love that comes from me So much love its hard to breathe So hard to breathe Because you don't cry for me You never cry for me .

 Timothy Cox  

Comment by ˩ѲЯЄИ ƧƖѦѲИ on Thursday

Everybody cries sometimes, and if you don't you should !!!

Comment by jennifer taunton on May 23, 2012 at 10:26am

    sometimes i am there

     but others cannot see me

      i see fire and ashes flying

       around.

        i see people arguing and ashese

        flying around so i let them fly

        because i am the only one that holds the sword.

       its done the fire is almost out and ashes have

       softly fell to the ground.

        I tread softly around the broken smiles

       and dirt from the war that we have all created.

        I walk away. they are still holding there swords at me

       pointing them at me. so i just walk on hoping that holding

       my head is little bit higher than before.

        so, i disappear, one with the world.

          Peace will happen . the war is over

          we all have to reconcile in order for

            chaos to end, order to begin.

Comment by jennifer taunton on May 22, 2012 at 6:57am

                             

                       blue clouds, hot sun

                        melt my skin.

                       blue sky, mountains

                      meet together as

                       the vastness is enormous.

                         laying out on a lazy summer afternoon

                          i see that everything around me as

                         sky meets mountains.

                         such a beautiful site as

                          nature , wildlife come alive

                          on these ole summer times.

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