“I WAS… I SHALL BE, BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY… I AM....”
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Cover page designs are paintings by Daniel Lynn Ferguson
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The poetry contained in this book is a part of my life journey sharing love and friendship with family, friends, and lovers. I dedicate this book to them. The ones who have inspired me to transform my feelings into poetry.
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“Live your life with the passion of the sun’s light; the tapestry of life on this planet. As Mother Earth provides us with our earthly needs, we provide each other with love; the golden thread that holds the Universe together. And as we weave our lives between the chooses we make… our lives unfolds into the beds be weave for one another.”
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A journey of love, friendship, adventure, spiritual embracing, and laughter for the soul.
BOOK II: THE TAPESTRY OF LOVE
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LIFE IS LIFE
We make it form day to day,
and we take it out of what we are.
We work it the best we can,
and do the things we understand.
Life is what we make it.
Seeing places we wish to see,
and being the one we dare to be.
If doing something unusual makes us different…
then that’s the way it was meant to be.
Life is what we make it…
so reach out and take it.
If we wish deep enough…
and try hard enough…
then chances are we’ll go far.
But we’ll never know until we try.
We’ll never see it unless we look.
We’ll never get there if we jut sit here.
To life… may we learn from each and every breath,
and enjoy each and every day....
YOUR HAND
When I think of love I think of you.
The kindness of your touch.
The wholeness of your hand touching mine.
The oneness of your presences when we’re together.
When I dream about love…
I dream about you.
THE JOURNEY
It's the journey that really counts.
The pressing of the endeavor,
and the experiencing of the challenge.
To challenge ones own body-minded soul.
To become one with the task at hand.
To work as one…
rather it’s with others or with the self.
We should realize the importance of each step we take.
The starting point,
and all that happens in-between.
The emotions contrasting with each other,
one compromising with the other.
Like fusing a sphere out of metal rods,
bringing it together as one solid form.
Rather it be a first time attempt,
or an everyday chore.
It's the journey measured by the experience,
and the experience measured by each step of the way
that hands to us the completed whole.
It's our attitude behind the pain staking calculations
of our persistence that hold it together.
Whomever it is we care for,
and whatever it is we do in this life,
remember this... It's the journey that takes us there.
At the point of arrival if we can look back and say
we pushed ourselves to the point of excellence.
We'll feel a high,
a tingle of joy,
something we'd be pleased to sign our name to.
A whisper of laughter overwhelms our expression.
Rather it be a small bit of nothing,
or a large bit of something well to be remembered.
It's ones own attitude that gives us the quality
completion of the whole.
Not necessarily the amount of time spent.
The journey…
ANYWHERE WITH YOU
No matter what we say,
no matter what we do…
time is forever.
But you and I are not forever.
So let’s feel the moments we share,
take them in and touch each other with the most
that life has to offer us.
Rather it be a walk along a riverbed,
a day filled with wild flowers at our feet,
or a move, a song, a dance, a limousine, or a horseback ride.
As long as we’re feeling the moment wherever we are.
I want to be in this moment with you.
Frame you on my wall, and hold you in my heart.
You are one soul embodied in the human that you are.
And I am another soul embodied in the human that I am.
Together we are who we are.
Anywhere with you…
just because you are......
A NEW PAGE IN LIFE
My fear is the darkness in my light.
That black hole in the yin and yang of life.
My fears are the brick walls in my dreams;
That side of me that holds my doubt about who I am.
That thing that holds me back.
But then fear is just a word.
But its meaning can close me in a room without doors.
No windows…
no way out it seems.
But it’s all an illusion...
the brick walls in my dreams.
I become one with the walls,
and realize they were me after all.
I am the fear in my light,
just as I am the darkness in my dreams.
It’s all an illusion I scream…
just an illusion… that’s all…
I turn the walls into light,
or anything I wish them to be...
realizing I’m in everyone and everything,
and everyone and everything is in me.
Just as darkness can be compared to light.
Fear can be compared to an awesome insight;
an awakening that I can do whatever I put my mind to.
As long as I understand that I can turn fear into my friend…
by realizing that fear is but a feeling of doubt,
and not a wall at all.
But a thought that can change into anything I want it to be.
For I now see the you in me,
and the I in you.
We’re all basically the same.
I can let my fears hold me back simply out of the fear of change.
Or I can choose to let it go,
and be the person I wish to be.
I shatter my walls of doubt and break through the
darkness into the light of my soul.
I move forward realizing that fear is only a part of me,
just as it is a part of you.
Like a friend questioning who I am,
not brick walls that keep me closed in.
But a choice I make to be who I strive to be.
I turn to another page in my life,
I’m in a place now…
where I’ve turned fear into a friend that lets me know where I am.
MAKE IT REALITY
I wish time would slow down the pace of humankind.
I wish the best for everyone.
I wish for tomorrow to be a bluer sky.
I wish for much… like a farmer needs the rain,
and a fish needs the water.
Converting wishes into reality makes life worth
the challenge it was meant to be.
Reach out and take a chance…
you just might discover a new romance.
TOUCH
I’ve never touched anyone like I’ve touched you.
I’ve never held anyone like I’ve held you.
I’ve never made love to anyone like I’ve made love to you.
I’ve never been as close to anyone as I am with you.
WITHOUT THE KEY
I recall us together,
the times we had to share our last smoke.
Our pockets were empty,
and our thoughts were dry.
All of the work we endeavored together.
The days we played those hard and dangerous games.
I can recall your smile,
one of a kind.
To see you now would be alright.
Should we meet some other place in time,
may our friendship remain as a lock without a key.
THE RAINBOW TALE
Love’s full of many hues.
A harvest of labor,
echoes of joy,
and in between the ups and downs
we’re faced with odious challenges
that seem to try and pull us apart.
On the edge of a rainbow,
we did it our way.
Nothing lasts forever,
not even a lazy summer day.
Through the transformation of the colors,
we watch the metaphoric changes
of our soul’s wings spread into
the moods of the sky.
Like a tapestry full of mystery…
we live between the colors we wear.
And just as love can enrich the things we sew,
We embrace our friendship,
and override our differences.
Like threads of a tapestry our colors intertwine.
When the rainbow reins,
the teardrops fade into the shade of a cloudy day.
The color of laughter,
our differences blend,
our compromises compose.
Love’s more complex than beds of roses,
more flexible than bands of rubber,
and more meaningful than the pot of gold
at the end of the rainbow.
And when I’m with you…
love is no more… no less…
then the kind embrace we share for each other.
WITH YOU
Like a wild vine…
I want to touch you like no
one else has ever touched you.
I want to whisper words to you
only you can hear.
I want to walk,
talk,
play,
then make love with you.
And like a wild vine,
become one with you...
entangled in your love.
WHERE THERE IS
I’m a passionate romantic…
living on the edge of fantasy.
Where there’s hope there’s vision.
Where there’s vision there are dreams.
Where there are dreams there’s desire.
Where there’s desire,
passion is born.
Where there’s passion,
dreams are manifested…
into something we can touch.
LETTING IT GO
I stand on the edge and face the future,
while my past becomes a path of memories.
Never forgetting all that I have learned.
I do my best to keep clean the endeavors that I have endeared.
The tears I have cried,
the laughter I have shared,
and the friendships I have enjoyed,
the past returns when we least expect it.
Like a book of memories,
or an un-torn page,
the past will always be.
It seems the older I get the larger my path becomes,
and the quicker the days become a part of my path.
I know that I will never endure as long as a mighty river,
or never be as wise as God.
But as I meet the past face to face,
hold it in my hands,
I also know I must let it go.
Like freeing a caged bird
I reach my arms up into the sky and set the past free.
Soon today will become the past,
a part of my path.
Tomorrow will become today.
Like a humming bird the now never stands still.
Like the caged bird I must let it too fly away,
never forgetting the things I've learned.
Carrying my path like a backpack on life's journey.
CHARITY
Charity can be a day of hard work
helping others along their way.
Charity can be a human hand
touching another human hand.
Charity can be someone's need
of food being provided,
or the hunger for truth through the words of
Jesus the Christ being shared.
Charity can be the giving of your time,
perhaps to an elderly person with so much love to give,
and no one to give it to.
To give silently your charity to them you do not know
without asking for anything in return
is charity at its best,
I am told.
ANOTHER AND THEN ANOTHER
My heart has been wounded.
My soul has been scarred.
Time and time after time.
Wave and wave after wave.
Tear after tear.
Love stands before me.
Jesus… my spiritual guides… sits beside me.
Love after time.
Time after love.
Goodness is in me.
Angles surround me.
Day before night.
You before me.
Time after time.
Day after day the demons are all around,
but luckily good angels surround me.
You before me,
and I shall wait.
What I'm waiting for only time can tell.
For I am one with a patient heart,
so I sit and wait.
And with the day at its best,
and me, not so smooth.
You...
you're a friend to me as I am to you.
Being next to you,
even in the state of mind I seem to be strapped within,
I feel as though your love is near.
I even feel as though it is here.
Here I sit.
Here I write.
Here I am.
Here I shall not stay.
Even though I write away...
Another... and I hear another,
as well see another wave come to splash
against the sandstone rocks.
Deep within...
I sit here wondering what you have in store.
Here I am,
and again another wave has splashed
against the sandstone shore.
Then I wonder why you made the sky so blue.
Why you made the land,
the sea,
and why you made me.
Here I sigh.
Here I cry.
The ocean is somewhat like the sky.
Large and green,
but the sky is blue.
Still they're like me,
how they change by the day.
Another…and then another comes to shore.
Here... here comes more.
Even when I'm asleep at night,
my mind is on an never-ending flight.
Dreaming of love…,you and I.
She's the sky of blue.
Never stopping the sun from shining through.
Even on a cloudy day the light is there to help us on our way.
All the years are flashing by.
Every day I learn and try.
Sometimes when I sit here I only cry,
not for me but for the other guy.
Here I am.
I get up and dance.
I love to sing and play with romance.
I love the dreams that grow.
Love the ocean,
the sounds that it makes.
Another wave,
here comes more.
Another and another,
I love my father and my mother.
I'm a lover of all humankind.
Even though my mood is sad.
Even though the day has been bad
I'll always thank you for the fun that I have had.
Good days... Bad days...
I'll always remember it takes the bad days to
make the good ones appear so delightful.
One... two... three...
a wave just splashed up against the sandstone rocks.
When it did it splashed on me.
A feeling of joy just entered my heart.
Another and then another just hit the shore.
Erosion will wash away the sandstone,
just as time will erode this body I dwell within.
Even though my heart has been wounded.
Even though my soul has been scarred,
and even though I feel Jesus has let me down.
I still hold my trust in him,
to lend me a hand so that I may stand.
Day before night,
or night before day.
Either way my love for you shall stay.
A bird has landed on the sandstone rocks.
Standing there at peace with itself.
Oh so lovely he or she looks.
Oh so freely its life must be.
How gently it landed there.
Another one just landed…looking out at the sea,
glancing over at me.
Life must be good to them.
Two more just landed,
now there are four.
They stand there probably wondering
about the ship passing by.
They look so gentle,
and seem as if they get along well.
The people that are fishing down below them,
sometimes I'd rather be the birds above them.
They fly so freely,
not a worry... nor care.
And it wouldn't surprise me if not a day passed
that they did not share.
Mocking amongst each other,
they are probably glad they are there.
Another and another,
now seven in all.
In kindness they walk in peace with one another.
In boldness they appear.
A boy below has just caught a fish.
May the Lord bless him for that wish.
Another and then another just left the shore.
Now there are only two birds
standing on the sandstone rocks.
While I'm writing these words they too fly away.
I turn and look towards my other side to see three
more bird landing on the sandstone rocks.
It must be the weather,
or could be the beauty of the sea?
Time after time.
Day after day.
Wave after wave.
Bird after bird.
The good things,
and even the bad.
The joy of it all,
my love for you,
and all that you have given us.
With my eyes closed I can see well.
With them open I pick up a seashell.
Sun goes down,
moon comes around.
Day before night.
Night before day.
Either way is all right with me.
For I am a lover of all humankind.
Even when the sea is wild,
and my sky is gray,
I shall always remember you.
The birds on the left of me,
only one remains.
Why it remains I haven't a clue.
Maybe... oh but now they're two.
Must be love,
but then it could be the sun setting.
The colors are bright,
and full of life from where we sit
my feet dangling from the sandstone rock.
I shall stay until the darkness appears.
My love for you is clear.
Perhaps the sound of the ocean will give me a clue,
but then again I'm confident your love will bring me through.
THINK ABOUT YOU
I’ve written so many poems about you,
and though I mean what I say,
some of the lines are becoming rather trite.
So what else can I do to write something new about you…?
Humm… I can pick a flower or two from my garden,
and think about you.
Or perhaps I can paint an abstract picture of an objective form,
and think about the dreams we’ve embarked upon lavishly.
I can even become as small as a ladybug and walk on a blade of grass,
or become a dragonfly and rest on a lily pad,
and think about you.
I’ve sat in a chair,
drove my car,
laid in my bed,
and thought… about… you….
What else can I say…?
Except that I quite often think about you.
And now as I sit here with my notepad and pen in hand,
I smile… as I think about you.
NOSTALGIA ENCOUNTERS
Things going on and they don't care.
I try to be only who I am.
We live and learn of whom to trust.
At times it's hard to be one’s self.
They look,
they may laugh.
I don't even care.
Some think they know it all,
but they don't.
I know me but then at times I wonder.
I try my best to be myself.
I listen to what I have to say.
I love who I am,
and I know that at times I'm hard to understand.
I don't regret most of what I’ve done.
I’d love to share this day with you,
but for the time-being
I’d rather stay here with my thoughts.
I turn the page of my photo album to another day in time.
My mind floats like a piece of driftwood.
And one page after another…
I’m enjoying yesterday’s highs…
on a raft of days gone by.
WINDS OF CHANGE
Winds of change,
autumn is upon us.
The many seasons we’ve shared together.
And the many years that have passed.
I love you more than the colors of autumn,
more than the pleasures of your touch,
and even more than the winds of change.
A storm of unexpected thorns distorts our path.
It’s been another year of changing together and apart.
We made them happen in hope to live a healthier bed of roses.
And our touch,
the way I feel for you.
I hold out my hands so the thorns do not harm you;
these thorns that life can toss our way.
I smashed all the “I love you” cards together,
and placed them in a box
constructed from pieces of our moments shared.
Whispers in the winds of change,
I open the box as if it’s a card. Forever is but a word,
and a part of you is always with me when you’re gone.
But my love for you is more than a word.
It’s the bits and pieces of our time together held in place
like a collage threaded together with gold.
May our imperfections become a rose without the thorns.
And may our good points go on to nourish one another
like the sun and rain nourish the Earth.
ENCHANTED LOVE
You and I above the wind.
Flying in a bubble manifested by friendship.
Powered by love… the fuel of the Universe.
It’s the fuel that ignites our beating hearts.
You touch my gear stick.
I touch your wheel.
You’re at the helm of my intention.
As I thrust your gear-stick into overdrive,
we stand erected and ready to cruise
to unknown destinations.
Off together on an endless flight,
we zoom the galaxy of our enchanted love.
We probe deep into the charts of our souls,
and open windows that have long been closed.
You’ve touched my body mind and soul
in places I never thought to be.
As you navigate our unique starship,
I hold the chart of our possibilities.
As we cruise the land of fairy dust,
where fairies make dreams come true,
giving us our wishes and tools we’ll need to continue
to feel the joy we feel for each other.
Just as one moment at a time,
we’ve enjoy each other’s company.
A few weeks have passed since I’ve seen you last.
Now here we are on yet another adventure together.
I thank the Universe for you and me colliding like
two bubbles merging into one.
I wish upon a speck of fairy dust that our friendship
is always gifted with kindness toward each other,
and may all that we encounter be blessed with
the fuel that powers the Universe.
May this fuel guide us with much joy…
laughter… and peace within.
And may our friendship always be like
two bubbles frozen in the eye of time;
injected with the warmth I feel when I look at you.
NIGHT OF DAY
On a lost ship…
in a lost ocean…
no one else around but us.
We're on our way to somewhere.
We land on an island,
not sure where.
Sleeping on the shore without a reason,
lying here all day shall be so pleasing.
The stones that decorate the landscape
appear ancient,
under the blue sky of night after day.
Here we are just landing our thoughts.
Then I'm awakened by the alarm-clock.
I slam the snooze button,
a wave hits the shore.
I fight to remember you,
but you're there no more.
I ponder your vision…
but no use.
The phone echoes that familiar sound.
I get up to answer it,
quickly realizing I’m still dreaming.
The alarm-clock rings again,
and again I hit the snooze!
I sit up in my bed,
and find you next to me…
with two cups of coffee in hand.
“Good morning,” you say…
as my dream… drifts away....
DUST OF TIME
You seem so close to my heart,
but so far away from my touch.
You seem so,
but yet,
I hope you're not.
I feel so close to you,
yet I hardly know you,
and tomorrow you may be gone.
As the days pass and the time moves us on.
As the tears fall,
and the passion waits for your voice,
the summer’s heat slowly melts away the time we shared.
The fields of green are turning a faded yellow.
Your presence is like a tainted mirror,
a ghost that's hardly seen.
When you’re here it seems as though you’re somewhere else.
I guess our touch is lost in the dust of time.
I guess this love was never meant to be.
I guess it's over for you and me.
PAINTED SKIES
One night is just a night like any other night.
But when you experience the painted sky…
with the one you wish to be with…
it's no longer just a night.
The colors somehow seem brighter.
The faded blues,
the passion violets,
the crimson reds,
and all the other colors just seem to
plaster the landscape with pleasure.
Painted skies,
and the beauty that pleasures our mindful state,
as we open our eyes together to the first days break.
As we overlook the campfire that had seen the night,
now but a simmering crackle of light,
the brightness of the new day gleams,
as the colors bounce off each other like butterflies at play.
One sky is just a sky,
but when you share it with someone you care for…
your blues just seem to disappear.
THUNDER
To create or not to be.
To express yourself,
and forgive the past.
To see and never to forget.
To explore the thunder of love.
To live …
To take chances.
To be.
JUST A FRIEND
Love the way we played the day.
Love ya,
even though you're only a friend.
Love the way we share the time.
Love the way you choose your wine.
Love ya,
even though you're only a friend.
Seeing you is a joy to be remembered.
Being near you makes me smile.
Working and wasting time together
was a lot of fun too.
Being there when you needed me.
Helping me when I needed you most.
Even though you're only a friend,
even though you're different than the way I am,
love the years we spent getting to know one another.
Though we’ve changed,
You and I…
And no doubt we’ve grown apart.
Love you just the way you are.
STOP AND LISTEN
How else does thy get to know thyself,
if thy doesn’t stop and listen to thyself.
Let your voice from within speak out.
Love thyself.
Have faith in thyself.
Do not fear what others say.
For if others are to have faith in you,
you first must have faith in thyself.
The body and the soul must work together as one.
Toss fear to the wayside,
for it’s usually just an illusion anyway…
amplified by your imagination.
Like a team of acrobats working together as one.
One without the other and you only have a part of the whole.
Believe in the whole… body... mind... and soul....
WORDS OF KINDNESS
Let Love be your guide.
Don’t run and hide.
For love can be seen as the
voice of the Universe.
No one’s perfect…
Neither you nor I.
Reach out and touch the one
you love with words of kindness.
Embrace the moment.
For life is too short to let fear guide you.
Let the voice of the Universe
echo your soul with joyfulness.
Take a deep breath and set your fears aside.
And when you’re ready…
reach out and touch the world
with those words of kindness.
DRUMS OF FRIENDSHIP
We gathered together under the campfire flames
for a sense of peace and harmony.
The energy we shared consumed the air around us;
giving to the moment each of us our own light.
The instruments we played guided our way.
The drums of peace,
and the vibrations of friendship rained from our souls
like teardrops of joyfulness,
as bits of light resembling fairies danced above the flames.
Peace and love were the words chanted between the
sounds that echoed the grounds around us.
Giving into the moment…
we offered to each other stories that depicted bits and pieces of our own lives.
As one log crumbled into the ashes,
another story was told and another log was placed upon the flames.
As one moment faded into the next,
each of us at one time or another,
stared into the campfire flames… the center of our gathering.
Now that I look back at that night,
I can hear words of laughter echoing around the ashes
as the wind tickles the fairies with a magical spell.
Peace on Earth,
and to all… good well.
QUILT OF MANY COLORS
I find you sitting in a chair at the end of a rainbow.
Finding myself wanting to be next to you,
you reach out and touch me.
I respond to your touch and we hold the moment
like a pot of gold rich with laughter.
Your chair disappears.
Over and over we kiss the stars between us,
and then kiss each other with endless delight.
The pot of gold suddenly transforms into autumn leaves,
surrounding our nest with good fortune.
Fairies appear and dance upon the soft golden leaves.
On our knees we kiss,
then gently we fall onto a blanket of many colors,
lay on our backs and count the colors in the rainbow.
Snuggled in each other’s arms,
we make love to the excitement we share between us.
Even after the rainbow’s gone,
and the sun has given way to the dark blue of the night,
we’ll still be making love on a quilt of many colors long into the naissance of light.
I look into your rainbow eyes,
touch your face,
and then hold you close.
As we lay on our blanket in the middle of the wood,
the stars all shine,
or is that the fairies dancing all above and around us?
Either way’s okay with me.
For you’re the only star I see.
As one day fades into the next,
we find ourselves slow dancing on our blanket of many colors.
THIS MOMENT
My past is my path behind me.
My future is my road before me.
All that I consider in this moment creates my past,
and sets me up for my future.
Every choice I’ve ever made
has taken me to this place,
to this day…
in this moment.
Now as I dwell within the now,
I ponder nothing but the moment.
We are one,
this moment and I…
though the world around me continues to move,
this moment and I choose to rest.
And as I clear my thoughts and think of nothing,
all that exists is this moment… and me.
NAKED CLOUDS
I'm floating on the tide of a beautiful day,
sitting on the beach in an amiable way.
I'm floating on the tide of life,
drifting over the clouds of doubt.
But there was a time I rode the wind on a reckless roller coaster.
It was like dreams made from heaven dipped in hell.
I stumbled to my knees,
and on my knees I was a child lost in sorrow.
Humbled by my past,
I find myself walking along the beach,
and like the plants in winter without their leaves,
I too leave my worn-out clothes behind.
Nostalgia is left to drift out with the tide.
I walk the broken waves to refresh my feet.
I wonder as the water settles beneath the sand,
where am I now from where I stand?
WINDOW OF SIGH
The winter storms are before us now.
I dream of my heart meeting another hear,
But for now I dream alone.
Here I sit looking out the window of sigh.
I ponder…understanding it takes time to make a relationship work.
I stretch out my hands to hold on to someone,
but just when I think it's right,
I soon find out it never was.
In the wrong place at the wrong time…
I guess.
A broken heart will always mend.
Dead flowers in the window of sigh.
I smell them… thinking,
a broken heart will always cry.
I ponder the thought as I wipe away my tears.
I'd rather have a broken heart that I know will mend,
over one that is afraid to live.
Someday I will find my true love.
Perhaps today we will find each other…?
ALMOST GONE
Listen to the wind blow.
The sounds creeping through the branches of the foliage.
The light and shadow,
watch the way it changes the colors of the essence,
the essence of the now.
Cherish the colors presented.
Cherish the words not spoken.
The beauty you behold is soon to become the past.
Beyond the mountains yonder the sun is almost gone.
DREAMING OF THINGS TO COME
I dream of you.
I dream of me.
I dream of us being free.
I dream of yesterdays gone by.
I dream of flying,
of war,
and of love.
I dream of things so fantastically unreal.
I dream of things that shall never be.
I dream of things you'll never see.
Rather I’m awake or asleep,
dreaming things are a part of me.
Today I do what needs to be done.
When tomorrow arrives…
I shall continue dreaming of things to come.
IN THE MOOD OF TIME
Whispers of a time passed echo
deep in the channels of my soul.
Whispers of tomorrow are shadows
hidden behind doors yet to be opened.
In the now is where I stand,
for this moment is all that exists.
The moment…
cherish the moment.
For the when...
and the then...
are never in the now,
whispers the yellow cow.
The photo fades.
The mood of time changes with the seasons.
The now is like the bow of a ship…
it leads the way.
Who’s leading you…
Your past…
Your future…
Or the now…?
LAUGHTER
Throw away the anger.
Throw away the lust.
Don’t forget to make peace with yourself.
Don’t be afraid to forgive others.
Wipe away the tears running down your face.
Don’t be afraid to look at yourself.
Check the place you’re in.
Take a chance,
and make love come true.
Be it a vision within,
or a daydream that haunts your soul.
Learn to enjoy life and the words of peace.
Learn to let the Creator guide your feet.
Don't go to sleep without your mind at peace with yourself,
and the ones you love.
Be forgiving and don’t forget to smile…
Laughter is the medicine.
Food for thought,
laughter can help mend you heart.
Make love to life…
And life will give you joy…!
Where there is mystery there is magic, where there is magic there is hope, and where there is hope… there is always a light to guide us on this journey we call life. (inspired by my Grandpa and Grandma Butler, Clyde and Mayble )
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“I was…I shall be, but most importantly…I am.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Dan has been writing poetry ever since he was 13, while in history class he was inspired to write a poem. The teacher was giving a lecture on pollution. She asked him a question about what she had been lecturing on. He didn’t know the answer. She then asked him, “What are you writing then, if not notes on my lecture?”
Dan told her modestly. “I’m writing a poem about your lecture.”
She was curious to say the least. She picked it up from his desk, quickly read it, and then asked him if she could read it to the class. He shrugged and said, “I guess so.” The teacher and his classmate liked it. He’s been writing ever since.
Dan’s father was in the Navy. They moved around until he was 16, when his folks’ retired from the military they moved to Kahoka Mo., where he resided until he was 19. He traveled for a while throughout the states, always working odd jobs. When he was 28 he attended QU in Quincy Il., earned his BFA, then on to U of I, Champaign IL., and earned his MFA, visual arts, and art education.
“I have always had a passion for writing stories, poetry, painting, and drawing.”
Dan has resided in Springfield Mo., for over 11 years. He also has an adventure mystery book on the market. THE DAGGER-KEY and the Lost Treasures of Kebadon, which can be purchased online or at most places book’s are sold. It’s a SyFy fantasy mystery adventure, in days of old, for anyone of any age to enjoy.
Dan’s series, LOVE OPENS the VALLEY of EMPTYNESS is in six books. Book one is already on the market. I have divided it into four parts, and have these four parts on the market here in smashwords.com, free. Here is book two, and book three, four, five, and six are soon to follow.