Finding Merry by JusTee To give a liftIn cheek or timeMaybe a tokenOr a bump in line…Yes to show loveWithout someone you knowGiving to giveChanging one’s low…Bringing warmthOn a frigid nightMaking the effortTo provide some light…Lifting a weightEven when you might breakTaking the momentBefore being too late…Yes this is ChristmasBefore a Happy New Year-While one …
Tag: Love
Song Bird
To the song bird who singsNot for perfection or mutterings…Spreading love and so much moreLife, if noticed, is adored-A Presence so pure in devotionLeft for my heart and ear consumption…Thank you for teaching beyond your wingsThe appreciation for simpler things-For without reminders during strifeMore of us would lose in life…So I look as you lead …
Awaken
Become the compass
The Game
I think love has purpose even if it’s pain. After all what else gives you so much to lose- with unbidden right to complain? Each year it’s recognized- a little more youth is lost And you add up the experience - while grimacing at the cost The bends of the mind only squeeze the heart… …
Whispers
Soft whispers dance As though ears hear Or understand A place They tempt the earth Clearing the heart. . . To remind of life And cheers No empty dance on the floor Or childless playground Could exist Inside these whispers. Image by JusTee
Split
If you love who I am Fight for my plea Not control And over me... Fight for happiness Not life’s soul For the opposite Takes its toll... Love me Before hating them Understand time Can be everyone’s friend... And when age Graces you and I Fight for a difference Not a lie... Because where you …
I Would Like…
I would like to start with what I know- And share a special gift...
Again
Patterns simply repeat again
What Should Have Been
The day the world dropped me off Moments it seemed From a blissful weekend Before meeting reality for the millionth time... And “go to hell” I thought Before knowing I was there Or where I belonged In between What should have been.
Wanting for More
Does it matter The earth falls through my fingers Like wine on the floor The smell only lingers... And I brace For a period of regret After the memories Only Alzheimer’s could forget... And I wait Just like those moments before Getting nothing But wanting for more.
