Always

The music I hear is timeless, 

 As is your love, 

 Sitting in a café this morning, 

 It is 1943 to my ears, 

 Yet my heart knows no years, 

 Though my eyes say you are far, 

 And the date is really today, 

 You are close with me forever, 

 Always. 

 The sun rose as before, 

 As it always seems to do, 

 To the birds a day like others, 

 To me it is fresh and new, 

 Because I always have you, 

 There is never an end to joy,

 Hardship is only an illusion, 

 For love is all that is real, 

 Always. 

 The leaders will always follow, 

 The paths set for them before, 

 The papers play there lonely games, 

 Yet he who follows his heart, 

 Will never have strength depart, 

 The chaos may rule the day, 

 Peace will rule over his soul, 

 Flowing from the heart of God, 

 Always. 

 I dance with you through time, 

 The illusion bringing order to space, 

 That we may comprehends our lives, 

 Though time has no beginning or end, 

 And love through all transcends, 

 As this song of life binds souls,

 With meaning no words can describe, 

 Though I dance it with you night and day, 

 Always. 

Trying Not to Write

 I succeeded,

 I did not write a thing! 

 And I always write something, 

 On the walk, 

 Or in the café, 

 For in life, 

 There is too much to share, 

 Should I stop, 

 Or do I even dare? 

 It keeps on unfolding, 

 This thing we call life, 

 Through times of joy, 

 Even in trial or strife,

 For to stop is a sin, 

 And a new day begins, 

 There is more to do and say, 

 Even in the same places, 

 Even with the same faces, 

 For whom in time and space, 

 Has ever defined life? 

 I keep trying, 

 And I keep writing, 

 Even in this effort not to write, 

 And people keep living, 

 And keep giving, 

 Experiencing, 

 Laughing, 

 Crying, 

 Hurting, 

 And loving, 

 In the day and in the night, 

 And so this is my effort, 

 Trying not to write. 

Sacrifice

 Time given, 

 An action done, 

 Words spoken, 

 A battle won,

 With love required, 

 There is a cost, 

 To make a change, 

 From battles lost, 

 Results not seen, 

 Still may come, 

 For things go forth, 

 From where they come, 

 And acts of love, 

 Have the best start, 

 For where they come, 

 Is from the heart, 

 And other lives, 

They often change,

 For energy, 

 Will rearrange, 

 And change of course, 

 Others will voice, 

  Changing perspective, 

 Is freedom of choice, 

 Though from a cost, 

 Comes all things nice, 

 They would not be,

 Without sacrifice. 

Vision

 We live what we know, 

 We know what we live. 

 We show what we are, 

 We are what we give. 

 Our words are a power, 

 The power to make free. 

 Unleashing what it is, 

 And all it can be. 

 For faith is a river, 

 To see what may seem.

 Making dreams into reality, 

 For all once was dreamed. 

 The land of make-believe, 

 Is of concrete and steel. 

 All reality is of heart, 

 For the heart is what's real. 

 If the soul does have wings, 

 Then this is what they are. 

 Keeping us in flight, 

 And carrying us far. 

 We lineup in procession, 

 To where we don't know. 

 We begin every morning, 

 And all day we just go. 

 In losing the meaning, 

 Of why we have begun, 

 We have lost our true joy, 

 We have forgotten about fun. 

 Not just a joke, 

 To make the day light, 

 But the attitude of joy, 

 From which fear takes flight. 

 This takes a faith,

 In something unending,

 For when all stands against us, 

 We need someone unbending,

 For we all make mistakes, 

 Because weakness is odd, 

 There is one who is perfect, 

 And that someone is God. 

 He will not stand before us, 

 To prove he is true. 

 When we live faith we prove him, 

 In what we say and do. 

 His  presents shows clearly, 

 With no reason to doubt, 

 He has signature results, 

 In how things work out. 

 In restoring the meeting, 

 And the joy back to life, 

 One must step from the darkness, 

 From confusion to light. 

 And then the blind can see, 

 For sight is from the heart, 

 We have never been alone, 

 God was there from the start. 

Transference

The heart is a river, 

 Through which creation flows, 

 Words and actions done, 

 Blow through the air like leaves, 

 Person to person, 

 From each blows many, 

 Affecting lives around them, 

 Through joy or through pain. 

 For just a single word, 

 Can inspire a life of confidence, 

  A choice from freedom of will, 

 To lead a life of peace, 

 Not in worry about others, 

 Knowing God has all in hand, 

 Others feeling this strength in turn, 

 Reciprocating joy and peace. 

 For free will is the key, 

 Unlocking beauty of the heart, 

 As the artist must be willing, 

 To pick up his or her brush, 

 To choose a palette of joy, 

 Field with the colors of life, 

 From the heart then flows a picture, 

 Either of pain or of joy. 

 For just a smile given to one, 

 Is often seen by many, 

 And turn one of those souls, 

 From a darkened day, 

 Who would have planted seeds, 

 Of anger from her pain, 

 Turning many hearts to darkness,

 And one smile brings light again. 

 Every moment is a universe, 

 And every decision a timeline, 

 Affecting time and space, 

 From free will in just one place, 

 An action or a word of love, 

 Spreading light like a fire, 

 For transference is a power, 

 Bringing meaning back to life. 

Only Connecting

 Cars stream by on the morning rush

 Some different and some the same, 

 Yet the seagulls fly over as always. 

 Buildings will rise and then they fall, 

 Businesses come and they go, 

 Yet I hear the birds like all days.

 Upon my hill the day remains, 

  Within the peace of nature's embrace, 

 For some things will never change. 

 With new tools in our hands, 

 We  miss this joy  from the world, 

 In our efforts to rearrange. 

 The eyes that pass by me,

 They have lost their true fire, 

 Which the spark of a smile can ignite. 

 Looking down from the world, 

 Through their data in hand, 

They are lost in digital light.

 All lives must come, 

 And all lives will go, 

 Yet one thing remains the same. 

 Our humanity is gained, 

 Through the energy we spend, 

 In sharing our joy and our pain. 

 Through what the day brings, 

 And no matter what comes, 

 To one thing we must hold dear. 

 Only lives do matter, 

 Only souls last forever, 

 Only connecting does bring cheer. 

  I cannot recall the landmarks, 

 Which have passed within the hour, 

 So many thoughts are on my mind, 

 Everything and nothing pictured clear,

 Nothing certain but when I hold dear, 

 Reviewing what I know and what I've been told, 

 As the hours pass up on this narrow road. 

  The hours pass like minutes, 

 The minutes passed by me like days, 

 In what seems like a journey endless,

 While I pass through storms far and near, 

 I make up time when I'm in the clear, 

 Without a worry what tomorrow brings, 

 For the prayer in my heart is the song I sing. 

 I do not feel separate nor I do I feel alone, 

 Life is too real to believe that illusion, 

 Though I may be tired and short of breath, 

 For truth holds fast when push comes to shove,

 I am never a part from the ones that I love, 

 They feel from a far and I feel them near,

 This is the truth that I hold dear. 

 The mountains of home come in to view,

 I can hear your hearts beating faster, 

 The dogs wait nervous by the gate, 

 For all truth in travels begin, 

 When we never let focus  grow dim,

 So whether you are younger old, 

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