signs

What's your Sign?

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My sign is "Out of balance", I tilt towards  insane..

I tend to measure "self assured", as insecure and vain.

The one's that say, they have no hope, measure off the scale..

Generally, I get off the track and let them self derail.


My sign is "Out of Balance", I only lean one way..

Once I read "You're beyond all hope", that's usually how I stay.

If you weigh me down with senseless views and claim to know it all..

I'll bend till the cup runneth over and watch you take a fall.


My sign is "Out of Balance", I only have one side..

You filled the trap with too much crap till your leverage went and died.

I'll level up and measure all the written word out there...

My new sign is, "Out of Service", .....Take a hike, cause..... I  Don't  Care!


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Author's Notes/Comments: 

A little more tongue and cheeky humor....if you don't get it....too bad, so sad'Tongue Out

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Butterflies

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God has little signs for solemates when they meet

There are sudden fits of speechlessness and

thoughts that make you weak.

Have you ever had a vision that would

drop you to your knees?

Did it take you on a journey

beyond all your fantacies?

With his infinate wisdom

God has Angels that he sends...

And baby, I've got Butterflies for friends.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Actually, last verse in a song lyric I wrote'...seemed like a good Valentine post

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"Faithful"

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Cobalt storms; not azure skies,
predict changing seasons.
Vague ambiance of lies,
waltz with fated reasons.
So tug upon the corners,
try to veil the smile.
Gather all ye mourners,
weep for her awhile.

He knows that she flows,
rivers channel deep.
But ocean's floor below,
caress his troubled sleep.
Golden pair;wounded dreams,
silently entreat.
Moments slide between the screams,
stranded in the heat.

She can't draw inside the lines,
of howling winds deranged.
And up ahead; ominous signs,
the highway looks so strange.
But he can hold her brave will;
in his hands so tenderly,
not even strong enough to still,
his mind she cannot free.

He is the lust to breathe and fly;
his wings stay unused,
within her voice; an angel's sigh,
but the melody, confused.
When questions birth insanity;
saline begs for more.
But he can only hear and see,
the vision behind the door.

And he will toss; and he will turn,
until his eyes are bright.
But in the loss of orgasmic burn,
the other sighs in the night.
He cannot wait; the world is open,
quiet, he leaves the bed.
Heart is faith; pulse is broken,
but his soul must be fed.

With trembling hands;he gasps to feel,
her curves and body light.
Silken strands and he must kneel;
to deliver here tonight.
He hears soft cries;for all too soon,
the other is in pain.
As his soul dies; behind the moon;
denying need again.

Have you ever had to choose;
one over the other?
And you knew that you would lose,
giving up one lover?
Life is a composition;
he strives to hear the source.
He must create; orchestrate,
passion is the the force.

When you read this piece of art;
you may think me wrong.
But I've heard the rhythm of this young man's heart,
and the music keeps him strong.

As he grows closer to his wife;
it's the stuff dreams are made of.
But from now til the end of of his life;
he's alive in guitar love..

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My son, in the Air Force, loves his new wife, but oh my.....that guitar beckons in the moonlight.

Reflections

I don't know what it means,
for it to be in my dreams,
and to be in my thoughts,
with a feeling of being caught,
all we did was glance,
brown to blue,
and i felt like i knew,
every word you would have said,
and where life would have led,
not even a word,
not even a name,
makes me wonder,
is fate to blame?
i'm thinking about that day,
and i can tell that you're thinking,
the exact same way,
i'm afraid that i'll forget that image,
and that means i'll never know,
where we could go,
with one sad smile,
it felt like every step was a mile,
and so now,
without even a word,
without even a name,
i pray that life is a game,
and that maybe somehow,
we will be what i feel,
but the higher power knows,
it simply just cant be now.....
somehow.

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