i don't have much to show for love
quiet tracks and tracks of tears
the salty type that never leaves
the sort that stays for years
i've Xeroxed memories...programmed pains
with life's ill-fated turns
i've shook and trembled through dark hells
my hopes were torn and burned
i've tried real hard to disconnect
my mind from this torn heart
i've thrown myself into my work
even split my soul in parts
then tried to cry through dried tears
each drop a hollow echo
the serenade of saddened years
the film in vibrant techno
then life returned a few years back
i awoke without the weight
great tonnage shifted from my heart
it made my body shake
reality crept and wakened
the bitter side of me
opened up my insight
set my spirit free
i have no clue, just why, just then
i knew the chains were gone
my focus set itself to shine
my tomorrows found a home
this woman who before was shaken
now was full of strength
i moved with stealth on shards of pain
stalking tears I had to wrench
i decided then and there
to let these old loves die
just then my wings opened up
i found my strength to fly
i've soared since then and conquered scars
i found this woman-woman
she's the best I've ever been
its love she's sees now coming
i have a heart so beautiful
to give and share again
he's out there thinking where is she while I'm here...seeking him.
A wonderful portrait cameo of life inside and outside a love-lorn heart and mind, encased within a tender body. Beautiful descriptions and you pace this just so perfectly that we can literally feel that rise in your wings as you begin to soar again. It was news to me recently that caterpillars turn to a mushy liquid goo before metamorphosing into that exotic winged creature. I hadn't ever given much heed to the "magic" of the process, but makes sense to me. That goo-stage can seem to keep us contained or bedridden forever at the time, but the new gelling and shaping will increasingly creep in, bringing with it fresh energies and new forms. Love the way you take us from musty and stained black and white papers to the shining of the colourful butterfly's wings! TY Kate xx
This one poignantly drives the message home, of two seeking the other. Hope still remains in beautiful verse...maybe one day, we'll meet.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Michael Mathieu (Reader)
Reviewed on January 30, 2007
Well,this makes me feel like there's hope somewhere for me,Trust is a big issue with me and of course love,You have a big loving heart that you prove in your writes.I'm trying to move on with my life and i will.Loved your write,Excellent
Michael
This is a special write by a special lady, as you unfold the timeline of your life, the love that you have to offer is abundant and yes there is someone out there for you to love again, perhaps even more than one but regardless a heart such as yours is a prize most men will value.
The e-book version of Sam Vaknin's "Malignant Self - Love - Narcissism Revisited". Contains the entire text: essays, frequently asked questions and
appendices regarding pathological narcissism and the Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD).
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Michael
Fee
Love and best wishes,
CJ
Outstanding write. It does get a little better each day.
Most enjoyable reading
Love the picture "GREAT VIEW"
Love Peace
William
Love you,
simon