Walk

I want to say your name,
But I look out and it starts to rain.
It brings back all the pain.
I can’t understand.

I want to feel you skin again,
But I look out and it starts to rain.
It brings back all the pain.
I just want you back again.

I want you to kiss me again.
But I look out and it starts to rain.
It brings back all the pain.
I just want to stop crying.

I want to hear your voice again.
But I look out and it starts to rain.
It brings back all the pain.
It cuts deep into my bleeding heart.

But I look out and it starts to rain.
It brings back all the pain.
I stand here flowers in hand.

This is not how I wanted it.
But I look out and it starts to rain.
It brings back all the pain.
I walk away alone again.

But I look out and it starts to rain.
It brings back all the pain again.
It brings back all the pain.
Again.

Goodnight my Love

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When The Rain Comes

The new rain brings new life.
The sun warms the growing plant.
It blooms and becomes natures food.

The wind blows and the pollen travels.
It lands yet another field to help life grow.
And again the rain falls to bring new life.

Yet, where is that laughter?
Where are the people?
Where have the children gone?

The trees have leaves,
The grass is green,
The food is there for the picking.

Yet, there is no one there to pick it.
There is no one playing.
No one working.

The houses are empty.
The window pains are broken.
The doors are left ajar.

As a line in a song once said.
“Where have all the young men gone?”
Where has all the beauty of the earth gone?

We could say a war or a atomic blast took it all.
Or that a virus killed everyone and left a barren planet.
Yet we do not know when or how it became this way.

Maybe it was time and the rapture came.
All those left went to heaven or fell to the depths of hades.
Yet the plant life still grows and dies as it has for millions of years.

Waiting, waiting for the return.
It knows. It knows all.
Someday the laughter will come.

And when it does thing will change.
Love will bloom where hate once stood.
Good will be done where evil once ruled.

When that day comes things will change.
The silence will stop and laughter will be heard again.
And wars will never be heard of.

The new rain brings new life.
The sun warms the growing plant.
It blooms and becomes natures food

 

Misguided Thoughts

He sat on the bench and watched her walking down the sidewalk, child in tow.
She mumbled under her breath as her daughter ask, “where are we going?”
At the corner the traffic light turned red making them stop and the Mother looked to the sky.

His seat was hard and he thought he would move, yet he liked the view of those passing by.
She stood looking now at the light wishing she had taken the car, as there would be less questions.
The clicking sound inside the pole turned the light green from the bright red so now they could walk.

The first drop of rain touched his nose, it was cold and made him jump.
She felt the wind then the drops of rain and they were still blocks from home.
The clicking inside the pole got louder as the water filled the bottom and cause it to run faster.

He walked to the cafe across the street and ordered a coffee sitting next to the window.
She picked her daughter up and was running the last steps to the porch to get out of the rain.
The clicking stopped inside the pole and the lights went off.

He raised his head off the pillow as the clicking started again.
The Guard stopped with a smirk on his face, then took his night stick and walked on.
The lights came on and the rain fell outside the jail cell.

Twenty years that clicking sound,
Twenty years that woman talked about him.
Twenty years that little girl laughed.

And twenty years he lived in the cell known as number 679017
Tomorrow number 679017 would be laid to rest in lot 5 section 20.
In a place called the Potters Field.

 

Soulful Day

A soul can be a troubling thing.
It can be sad, and the sky is gray.
It can awake, to a spring rain.

The soul can be a beautiful thing.
It can smile at the laughter of a child.
It can cry at the thought of the past.

The soul is an amazing thing.
It is always growing, yet we do not feel it.
It is always moving yet it never leaves.

The soul is a confusing thing.
It can be happy when it is raining.
And sad when the sun is shining.

The soul is a constant thing.
It is always there ever present in the moment.
It never displays emotion until it is ready.

The soul has many descriptions.
But only the one you have is correct.
And the one they have is correct.

At the end of the day the soul does not rest.
It has to put the days thought and experiences in place.
And when you wake it takes on the face of another day.

The soul can be a troubling thing.
It can be happy or it can be sad.
It is beautiful and full of laughter.

The soul can cry and feel pain.
The soul can feel pain and bounce back again.
The soul is our guide in life if we let it.

The soul is a troubling thing.
The soul is an amazing thing.
The soul is a confusing thing.
Yet the soul is a constant thing.

How else would we see our day?

 

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Here

Here is my money, take it all.
Here is my clothing take what you need.

Here is my home come stay out of the rain.
Here is my car go where you need to go.

Here is my love for I have plenty.
Here is my sorrow for have given all.
Here is my voice for I have said it all.
Here is my world for it is big enough for all of us.

Here is my grave for I must go now,
Here is where I will lay.
Here is where you will find me.
Here is where I will stay.

Here is where God will take me.
Here is where I will climb to home.
Here is where the Journey begins.
Here is where it really begins.
Here is where I will see you again.

Empty Hands

It was more than I wanted.
It was more than I needed.
It was over before it began.
It left me here with empty hands.

There was nothing I could do.
There was nothing in the air.
There were more yet to come.
There were tears to fall.

Where did you go?
Where were memories?
Where are the roads?
Where do we go from here?

Over and done without a word.
Miles between us would it always be.
Finding you would never be easy.
And when you appeared it was very clear.

It was over before it began.
There was nothing left to do.
The tears have dried.
And the memories are gone.

Never knowing where it happened.
Never seeing the end was near.
Never having a chance again.
Never seeing the future was clouded.

The rain has washed away.
The life that I once knew.
And now that it is over.
I am still in love with you.

ac908 Rose Giff Unknown Artist