I Know Love When I Feel It

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I Know Love When I Feel It

                                                                           “I’m different,” she said.


                            “We’ll see,” said he.


            Odd, how connected this seems to be
            Parallel paths, stories shared, 
            Side by side, yet connected,
                    in like and care.


                           This fast and furious, deep may be
                           But, you will leave me as other’s have, you'll see.
                           Nothing with this much shine can last for long,
                                                                        I beg to differ, my love, but you are wrong.


                           I’ll make you mad, I’m sure I will.
                                                                       You may do that, but I’ll love you still.
                                                                       You fail to realize where my heart truly lies.
                                                                       I’m slow to anger, patient, so let your comments fly.


                                                                       This love is so right, my heart is true.
                                                                       My God, I’m caught! What shall I do?


                           You are a distraction that fills my day.
                           I want to dislike you, I must find a way.


                                                                          I welcome this warmth that spreads through me.
                                                                          My heart’s fires burn for you, can’t you see?


                           This is consuming – I can’t help but love you.
                                                                         This powerful feeling resonates in me, too.

                                                                         We must share in this life – I want more than a bit.
                           I know love when I feel it.

Debbie 9-30-09

My Gift

This was written for a wonderful friend of mine.

My Gift

I awaken early, drawn as if by an invisible force.

“Arise,” the whisper heard,

calling me to the meeting place.

Under cover of darkness…Abiding am I.

Listening to the rhythmic music of the waves.

Awaiting a conversation with Him,

My God revealed in the awakening of a new day.

Darkness submits to the power of light.

The blackness of night becomes gray.

Hues of dark blue and rich purple blend to soothe the earth,

as it is called to duty for another day.

Purple lightens to a deep pink that caresses the earth

gently awake.

Clouds part allowing rays of light to touch the Earth,

a majestic crown now in full view.

God’s holiness imparted to me- His devotion to me shown in this glorified display.

Pink, blending to orange, lifting to the yellow of dawn.

Watching the painting of a new day by the divine

Fills a soul with hope and a sure and present love.

I cherish God’s exquisite expression of adoration for me.

Risk

Risk

Can I tell you all my truth?
Will you suddenly see clearly I am flawed and unworthy of you?
My heart fears your judgment and possible rejection.
I’ve come to understand my choices.
I have forgiven myself.
Can you?
You, who are bound by honor, living in denial because of your integrity.
You look for a way to hate me.
You seek a glimpse of something that will make you stop caring.
How can I show you my truth, knowing it could be that which you seek?
I have forgiven myself.
Can you?
This is the risk I face.
Do I reveal myself completely to you knowing you might walk away
or
Do I keep this bit of me hidden from you?
I want you to know me completely, but

I am afraid.

I have forgiven myself.

But, can you?

Treasure

Dedicated to my treasure...the one I hold close to my heart.

Treasure

A lone traveler, I…
Through the vast wasteland of my life
Neglected Rejected Abused Forgotten Betrayed
Numb to the pain, disengaged, lost, dead spirited, am I.
As if by Divine intervention, I look beyond
The gray darkness of my world…
And I see you.
A bright jewel, seemingly radiating all the warmth of a thousand suns
I grasp this gem to my heart and it sparks new life.
Slowly is warms my spirit and unearths my soul
Giving a new vision of an existence
Full of hope, and joy, but most of all love
This treasure is my secret, hidden away deep inside me.
Energizing the core of me, so that I have the strength
To journey on.

Why She Hides

Why She Hides

Family secrets, the child lied.
She learned that feeling she must hide.
Her Daddy died, not really her own,
In her short life, he was merely on loan.
A ‘real’ Dad suddenly on the scene,
A hardworking man, he was rarely mean.
A real Father with a wife and family of his own,
Another Daddy, for the child, merely on loan.
Her namesake’s Mother alive and well,
To this Gram who loved her, lying was pure hell.
A Mother’s love she did not know.
The little child’s soul needed it so.
Things exploded when the drinking began.
Deep within herself, the child ran.
A safe and very private place,
Her soul could sob, no need to hide her face.
She knew well emotional and physical pain.
Her soul borne tears fell like rain.
Not one tear ever shed for eyes to see,
Abused, but strong and silent, she would be.
This child existed in the world out there,
With knowledge of all the truth to share.
Aware her fate if anything was revealed,
In fear, quite alone, her lips were sealed.

Ode to My Dead Computer

Sometimes all you can do is laugh...

Ode to My Dead Computer


My computer screen went blue,
I fear, I do not know what to do.

I tried and tried,
I almost cried.

It will not dance, It will not sing,
In essence, it will not do a thing.

The thing I fear the most..
is I really think it's toast.

The worst has finally happened, my computer's dead.
and now you know, because I did what you said.

Put it on the Log so ComputerMan will know,
I hope to have a new one before I see snow.

Simple Man

A man of simple needs sits – pondering his past.
Searching his soul for damage he might claim
to help him explain,
the turn his life took.

Working tirelessly to support and provide, happy and resolute in his love~
life as he knew it, his reality was
S H A T T E R E D
and he suffered a death.

Not a sensible, understandable death,
one with the decency that is painfully experienced and dealt with, but NO
This death resonates with ongoing hauntings
in his heart and his mind.

Why? Why? He pleads. Why take this life away from me?
BUT- it wasn’t taken.
This man’s life was offered up as a sacrifice, as was his soul,
by a woman with a cold and merciless heart.

Clinging to the strength at his very core,
Grasping onto the love that defines him, He forges on.

Tentative, suspicious, defensive, yet remarkable strong,
this twisted fate riding heavily on his soul.

He fights between vengence and control,
resentment and focus,
holding on or letting go.

Seeking a peace that will restore him,
He focuses again on the positive, attentive and alive.
He sees only the light, his light, burning bright showing him the way.
His most precious gift…all he considers, endures, and reaches out for is for her.
She is the driving force in his life…the one thing that remains true and real.

Persistence pays and time heals all wounds, so they say.Someday, someday.

Safety From The Storm

Safety From The Storm


Life presents us opportunities and delights,
And can still at times bring such fright.
We wander round in waves of confusion,
In hope and seeking the ultimate illusion.
Along the way, we encounter others,
Who live and treat us as their brother.
Love, respect, and concerns we share,
But yet we seek to be a part, a pair.
To celebrate life together as one
Until our time on this earth is done.
The complete and ultimate bond we seek
Our souls connected as we peek.
Some have nothing, others have all.
To find true love we must take the fall.
To give ourselves wholly to our soul mate,
Never again to suffer fear or hate.
This bond our safety from the storm,
From now until eternity’s morn.

Heart Under Glass

Heart Under Glass

Your heart full of fire burns
Maintaining love in contained embers
Our chosen path in life changes,
Pain, the resultant force, closes us.
Full potential lies in wait,
A slow and steady longing.
In silence, it glows
Waiting for sweet release from your
Heart Under Glass.

Encountering one special soul
In tune with our desires
Conceivable connections
Fan the reticent glow
Bitter angst intrudes
Rather than hold fast
Tender, yet potent longing
Is forever buried in your
Heart Under Glass.

What others don’t glimpse
I am cognizant of
Your strength of spirit
And your abiding love.
I see through your walls of glass,
And long to set you free to experience and
Share your heart, love, and desire,
Senselessly long buried in your
Heart Under Glass.

Hope For Tomorrow

Hope For Tomorrow


Long lonely minutes become desolate days
Devoid of love and emotion, I am
Captive to a long ago promise
Years in isolation stretch on, my
Heart numb from years of buried emotion.
For ages afraid to reach beyond
Myself for anything.
Strength and tenacity aid my soul’s survival.
I have an unquenchable need to go on.
Hope, but a glowing ember, has
Awaited a meandering breeze.
This life pause shall cease, I reach
With vulnerability to ascertain the
Gentle wind upon my heart.
Adrift in your kindness, your serene
Subsistence moves me to new life.
With increasing assuredness, I offer
My hearts desires, and apportion my soul
With you.
Time stretches on now, but my hearts rests
Secure in the hope of your love.

Capture Eternity in Your Eyes

Capture Eternity in Your Eyes

A chance meeting, souls collide in expressions of the heart.

Will we celebrate a transient moment in time?

A unity of spirit as if long known.

Sharing ourselves seeking these twinklings in our passage.

A metamorphosis unfolds barely perceptible at first.

Fed by the internal growth of energy and joy.

The flames of long buried desires are fed,By this gentle breeze igniting new life.

The stirring of deep and abiding friendship enhanced by these flames,Bring alteration to the relevance of time.

Now those precious, sparse yet wonderful encounters,

Seem not sufficient.

Celebrated minutes have fed the desire for

Extended seasons of the heart.Longing emerges to encounter this presence.

Longing to capture eternity in the depth of your eyes.

The Wait

The Wait

Settled in a wash of sand and humanity,
I ponder the attraction of the ocean.

Amidst the multiflora of umbrellas and the visual cacophony of brightly colored towels,
Millions of poised watchers face the vast expanse.

Are the multitudes in a state of conscious wondering ?
Or is some instinctive force bringing them to this spot where earth and water meet.

Like the sea birds, we wait. . .

I examine a handful of sand and attempt an awareness of the absolute number of grains that must exist on this earth.

I look to the gentle waves as they greet the shore and with appreciation reflect upon the power of the gravity that holds the oceans water and all these creatures fast to the body of the earth.

I experience the multisensory nature of this place:
the smells of decaying sea life and tropical lotions. . .
the heat of the sun and sand warming every fiber of my being. . .
the sounds of laughter and the call of the gulls. . .
an almost perceptual taste of salt in the air. . .
&
the beauty of found treasures, sailing ships, and sand castles.

Like the sea birds, we wait. . .

Are these the trappings that bring millions to the spot?
That may be a simplistic explanation.

Perhaps like me, they come to this changing point where our known becomes the unknown,

Where we can envision the expanse and imagine the depth of the ocean,
So as to bear witness to its powerful grandeur.

Perhaps we come to gain a piece of divine understanding of our God’s purpose and nature in this place.

For this. . .Like the sea birds, we wait. . .