The Old Garden and the Golden Flower (Poem)

In the old garden
a golden flower opens
by the garden wall.
Its pollen gave life to me
the day I forgave myself
of iniquities.

In this old garden
I retreat with great splendor
with each breath of life
abide by love given to me.
This golden flower
lives beyond its existence;
each petal brings joy within
heartless souls,
and bestows each child
with the sweetest of aspiration
to be their best person.

In this old garden
I rest on the garden wall,
leaning on an old friend
with whom I have lost contact,
touching the inscription
I wrote long ago,
paying tribute
to the golden flower.
It reads:
“If blood is thicker than water,
then the ink of this pen is my life’s blood.”
A moment of soft tears of recollection,
I’m giving back to the golden flower a feeling of triumph;

on bended knees I am in gratitude,
for the golden flower
lives on in all.

** I love, you.

 

A miss, I shall not Forget (Poem)

I am here with my thoughts

contemplating peace

in wonder

somewhere in my mind

once confused

now amused by the peace in my heart

keeps missing you

where ever you are

our communication is missed

with a kiss of kindness

covered by clouds of gray

let it rain to wash the tears we once had

let sun take over let it shine

life to short for such petty

as it warms our soul with joy

the memories of you will always bring a song

that only I could sing

a song only the birds can hear

and understand the way I feel for you

still close to me the tune lingers

your words embossed in my heart

with a touch of grace

a miss I shall not forget.

Brittle (Poem)

Today,

 I am brittle. an eggshell.

I am silent in my world of noise

feeling the rise of pain

costing my health to weaken

how much more can I take

when I want no more?

where are the ears to listen

when I wish them to be around?

It is painfully lonely

when others think you've got it all together

not realizing - you can break just as easily as them.

I don't ask for much

but when in time of need

again I cross the finish line

and everyone's gone home.

the streets are bare

as if I was the last human on earth.

Oh God, hear me!

I just want to sleep.

Your World, is Really, You (Poem)

We, are responsible for the world,

the world inside our hearts.

If it is troubled or broken,

your world, wants to mend it.

If  the world inside your soul

is darkened, perplexed ,uncertain, hateful,

then relax, rest resolve with forgiveness

and allow the light of joy

come in and brightened your path.

If the world inside your spirit

has been clustered with guilt

doubt and misunderstandings,

allow the rain of tears of forgiveness

wash away

all the baggage you have accumulated

let it go, and allow it to drift away...

kiss it goodbye, in peace and be, free.

And may love, guide your world

with the greatest of treasures

you dearly possess..

discovering your true self...

That is all you will ever need

 all the days that you live -

through all your challenges great and small.

And may you always be aware nurture with care

and know

how beautiful, you really are to your world...

because, your world, is really, you.

I love you, I do.