You never know just what you've missed
Til you find out you've been lost
All the years of "giving in"
No matter what the cost
Once you find that you're complete
Its like you never knew
That what you didn't have til now
Was beating inside you
Though pieces always seemed to fit
Then somehow broke away
Its cause you never had a clue
Til now...and him...today
Just when you opened up your heart
Where he's been all this time
Then thinking he had been right there
In passions, heart and mind
And so he's here, in moments... now
In passion's place - complete
I'm now a whole when just before
I existed incomplete.
This is the plane of missing parts; we miss and are missed parts of the magnificent Whole that was vicim of an attack that began with the Big Bang, the dawn of time and space that scattered the Whole into weak and separated fragments, vulnerable to abuse and treason. This entire universe is the temporary scene of a full blown war in which each of us is part of the battle field. The war takes place inside us - the decisions we make matter and contribute to the outcome of the war. We are at stake, the tiny insignificant human beings, each of which harboring a soul that once was part of the magnificent Whole. The outcome of the war is set, the decisions we make decide if we will be part of the Whole again after the war has ended. All those who have missed parts of themselves and linged for it all their lives, will meet and re-join in the restored First Creation of The Light. Never fear, we don't fight this war alone.
Stan or G Yale or whoever you are, do us all a favor, me Feelix, Tinka, Jerry and Walt...add coward to your name, submit a poem that you really write yourself and under a name that has your picture by it in your bio. Not only that pay your dues to AD like the rest of us. I'm allowing your review here to stay so people can see what a fool you are.
"Fools names and fools faces are often seen in public places" AS soon as your ISP number is found you will be known then. Like it or not.
Susan
Gentle heart touching write from one of the most romantic hearts on the AD. When you talk of love Susan, you make me want to be a part of somthing so wonderful as you describe. Well done.
I love your opening lines. "You never know just what you've missed, Til you find out you've been lost; All the years of giving in, No matter what the cost." Outstanding Susan and all too true for so many. This one hit me. Well done.
Hearts of Gold
Synopsis
by
Frank P. Whyte
Portland, Oregon is known as the City of Roses. Of course that’s an odd name for a city whose mere mention conjures images of driving winds and torrential ra
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wonderful...
John
I existed incomplete.
Whole is very good!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love, Pierre
"Fools names and fools faces are often seen in public places" AS soon as your ISP number is found you will be known then. Like it or not.
Susan
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