Wonders of the Heart

Wonders of the Heart

I want to know the contents of my heart. I want to understand the wonders of it that keep me always guessing and never knowing where it will take me next. But more and rather I want to know the contents of your heart that keeps me wondering and guessing asking myself where will you take me next. But do you realize that i hang, suspended above the world, by a very thread of hope hanging from your heart. I fear you releasing me of that hope and of you sending me hurtling to earth below. I fear the falling and waiting for the pain. Yet all my heart allows for me is to hold on to that hope as it is the last once of hope in existence. My heart sends me dazed and confused to places i dare not travel, not for fear of where the path may end but of the path itself. I know at the end of my course is full of th wonderful that life is made of but it is the course itself that suppress me into fear. The danger of the path keeps me from traveling it and remaining in my state of confusion. The clarity in your eyes, the comfort of your voice, and the invitation of your laugh ask me to travel the path but in fear i stand questioning the content of my heart.

Your Poem

What you mean to me On pages wont be found It exists in only one record That to my heart and soul is bound I'm better off for knowing you And your influence on me Has been a learning experience of what beauty can truly be The joy of loving purity The memories of a friend The things that make us laugh and smile I will cherish to no end. Comforting words while tears were shed Have come on both our part Your wisdom shared with love and care Has forever touched my heart The things I've done to make you mad The mistakes that I have made Have deserved for you to walk out on it And yet with our friendship you have stayed Your the type person that changes a life Your friendship is one that I cherish I hope and pray that it will remain And ask God that it never perish.

All Beauty

All Beauty
The sun is breaking dawn of day Colors dance across the ground. Brilliant lights captured on display But no Beauty can be found. Snow covered mountains fresh and new White blanket all around Perfection of nature pure and true But no Beauty can be found. Star scattered air, light the dark sky. The songs of cricketts resound. Thousands of diomands captured on display But no Beauty can be found. White rollign ocean crystal the clear Water will thunder and pound. Stairing the distance from eternity's pier But no Beauty can be found. Ranibow spanning strongly colorful So elegantly round. Though its colors be true wodnerful No Beauty can be found Bright autumn smokey mountains Misty clouds fall to the ground Leaves flow from natures fountain But no Beauty can be found Eyes containing such a brilliance Your presence so profound Angelic you are in likness My heart begins to pound The words you ask are seven I'm lifted off the ground Consumed with in your heaven I dare not touch the ground. Do you think that I am Beautiful? To this quest your heart is bound. What is this feeling inside me? What is this I have found? What is it my heart is seeing As my eyes begin to drown. You are my reason for being. All Beauty has been found.

Hollow Gray

What does one do when all life becomes a hollow gray existence and the pain of normality keeps resounding through that hollow gray? But when all I can see around me is the pattern of life that keeps me trapped in the rut of everyday agony what can fill my hollow and return to me the joy for breathing? The grace of a kiss, the love of another, the want and desire to be longed for, these things are what create such a void, such a hollowness. Seeing those who walk by only to glance long enough to capture my heart and then they leave taking my heart away from me and disregarding it. But through the fog of hopelessness filling the hollow there is a small light that is to commonly overlooked. That light is merely an idea. But that idea is the only ounce of hope that holds on in the midst of the gray. The light is the only reason why I remain so hopelessly devoted to something that at times cannot be fathomed in the emptiness of the void that I consider my heart.

Dream Girl pt. 2

Dreamgirl: part 2 – Hope

And Dreamgirls do exists I suppose

Because you are there to wipe away my tears

And this pity party’s getting pretty old

So darling come and kiss away my fears

And your beauty is sustaining me

But not knowing it is taking my life

For your beauty is the air I breathe

And I’m holding mine till you arrive

When I close my eyes I think of you

And pray just to know who you are

Hoping my wishes are coming true

And that love’s magic is not so afar

And Dreamgirl you are why I remain

So hopelessly devoted to love

So I dream of you and wake the same

Thinking our one life is not enough

Dream Girl

Hey guys wow it has been a long time since i posted jsut so you guys know college is going great and the Lord is truly amazing. This one is kinda sappy but that is okay because only girls read my xanga anyway

written 9/26/04

Dream Girl

As I doze in and out of what I can only precieve to be reallity I cannont help but smile, but this time something is diffrent, this time when i shut my eyes too wonder into unconciousness, my body may be asleep but my my heart remains connected to my dreamgirl, who is in my arms finding her security in me even while I am at rest. To describe her to you, those who dont know her, would turn me into a fool for with my innacurate depictionof her, shewouldsound perfect. In my desribing her the perfection I laelher with is only a smal glimpse of the true person she is. Every thing about her is perfect to me. The way she runs her fingers through her hair only accents her perfect smile always accompanying it. Those few hair, long and straight, remain in front of her eyes perfectly asking me to gently brush them behinde her ear. The way she looks at me after I do so takes my breath away from me again, but it always feels like the first time. Standing, she looks up to meet my eyes she gives a look that becons my heart to run towards hers and as I step towards her the bliss of her kiss, soft and sweet makes me even more aware of the perfection in my arms. Slolwy moving them down her arms I place my hands in hers. Sight of her face becomes blurry to me as the moisture falls down my cheek I am overwhelmed by the senese of perfect completion. The thought the God woudl allow me to obtain and cherish another only draws me closer so him ad i get closer to her. So I sleep, her beauty in my arm, and her heart joined with mine. I wait for her to awaken me with a kiss but it never occurs. In fear i force myself back in my concious gray. My arms are empty my Dreamgirl gone. For that is all she has ever been to me, dream. The mirage of heart leads to the abandonment of joy, that, when called by reallity, ansewers with one word...ALONE!