Love Is Different For Each Person





Love is a delusion,

And yet it is everything we see,

This delusion lives in you, 

And it also lives in me,

For no one has proven 

That it even exists,

This makes people angry sometimes,

And can cause to make them really pissed,

But 'delusion' is just a word,

To explain a point in time,

A marker, a place in space,

Like an unspoken word of the poet's rhyme,

Above is below us,

And this has been found to be proven,

So there is no sense in getting angry over it,

To be angry over it isn't even behooven,

It is wasted energy to be angry about nothing,

Especially a delusion, that has never been proven!!




Live your life trying to be love.

Be the change you want to see in your life,

and the world around you.

You will find it becomes contagious. 





Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is about words and how they affect people when they are read without the heart present.

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true blue

Nature / Folder 1






that's so true blue...

my favorite color of the sky,

for trust is built with sincerity,

and that is no lie,

love is something we all relate to,

and yet can mean a different thing to us each,

so placing some hope in love alone

makes trust within our reach.


2013 © inspired by stars--- 'trust'



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ice cold numbness

bathing the hands and feet

of soldiers past

doused in healing water

reaching into portals beyond

and flesh and bones 

of days gone by

and a time where sirens

fill the skies

the laughter of chidren dies


he glazed the tip of the scapel

to the wound in my mind

unknowing if whether

the stitch would hold

but had faith in the light of my eyes

her pain was great and lasted years

but the greater pain seen in his tears

a universal bandaid was what he saw

to nulify the scars of war


the surgeon's hopes 

are filled with fears

but love outlasts

all human tears




12:48 PM 7/4/2013





Author's Notes/Comments: 

this is about an experience gifted to me by a doctor whose care i was once under as a child.

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A Healing In Heaven



Not a one of us own tomorrow,

We are only even borrowing, today.

Every moment of our life is lived,

With death, a mere heartbeat away.


But we can't live on the 'what if' side,

We must make the most, of here and now.

For God wishes us to live, a life quite full,

In every day, He does graciously allow.


We all carry, our own share of burdens,

Some light, and some pretty excessive.

What matters most, is how we approach them,

Are we passively weak or Faithfully aggressive?


Myself, I am a tenacious fighter,

I won't go down without an all out assault.

And I have a Mighty God, in my corner,

So I'll never win by a 'mere' default.


It'll be a triumph, no matter what,

If not by win, then by His grand design.

For only He knows, the final score,

But either way, the victory is mine.


You see, I know, I may never be healed,

Upon this earth, which we now endure.

But healing, most assuredly, will come in Heaven,

For in only our Lord, awaits my cure!








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The New Eve


Tell me this. If you could, would you stop Eve from eating the apple?

Would you prevent the fall from grace? Would you save humanity?

Would you preserve the immortality of man? Tell me now, would you?


Let us keep going. Now, would you stop the bondage of the Hebrew people?

Would you stand behind the Pharaoh or Moses himself?


Oh, but we mustn't stop now! Would you tell King David not to watch her bathe?

Would you tell Solomon of his apostacy? Or would you simply watch as the kingdom fell?


A final test. Would you stop the betrayal? Yes, would you tell Judas "don't do it"?

Would you deny Him three times? 

Would you yourself stop the passion?


For me, the answer is clear. No. 

God is not naive, he had always known Eve would fall and he had always known what must be done.

If just one was stopped the dominos would fall.

I would not stop the salvation. But I will sit with the New Eve at the foot of the passion and I too will weep.




Author's Notes/Comments: 

I myself am not very religion in anyway nor am I claiming to be, this is simply my interpritation of the chronology of some biblical events and their relation to the fall from grace

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I Found God


I found God in myself 

And I loved him fiercely  

I found God in my mother

And I loved him warmly

I found God in my family

And I loved him devoutly

I found God in my prayers

And I loved him reverently

I found God in nature 

And I loved him knowingly 

I found God in my melancholy world 

And I loved him; I loved him so much it reduced me to tears 

I found God in every colored girl, gay man, and convict in this world

And I embraced him fiercely.

Powerless Pawn

Love Hurts

I am a powerless pawn

In a dangerous game

I am only a victim,

With no reason or name

I am his captive

He holds my fate

My future looks bleak

As he closes the gate

No one can see this

No one but me

My bonds are invisible

They think I am free

But loving him

Is not a choice

It’s demand on my heart

It strangles my voice

I live in terror

I fear the worst

And although he assures me

That I’ll never be hurt

I don’t believe him

He’s said this before

Once I had faith

But I don’t anymore



I cannot remember a time when my youth was untouched by the waves of reality.

I cannot recall ever playing in the sand building monuments of splendor.

But most of all, I do not remember any kiss on the forehead or bedtime story.

Although there are somethings I do remember, I remember them everyday.

I remember my mother being torn from my grasp and I cannot convey my agony.

I remember my father murdering my childhood joys.

There is one last thing I cannot remember. Perhaps it has yet to happen.

Or perhaps it is within me now.



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To Touch His Precious Face


I wanna take the hand of Jesus,

And look into His eyes.

Kneel before Him, in total submission,

And then before Him, arise.

To tell Him how I love Him,

How that He is, my All.

That I am grateful, for every time,

He lifted me, when I'd fall.


Just to stand, there with Him,

In all of Heaven's sight.

To finally meet, my Lord and Savior,

And feel the warming of His Light.

To know that finally, it's done,

My pain and suffering, is no more.

For there on out, will only be Joy,

From the One, that I adore.


I wanna be there, in His presence,

Just feeling His Mercy and Peace.

Giving up all earthly ties,

To feel that sweet release.

I'll give Him all the Glory,

Thank Him for all His Grace.

Reaching out, a timid hand,

To touch His precious face.









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