For You

Starless nights, music to my ears,
Loving and learning
To the beat of my heart.

Moon shining glitter, over the water
Laying in your arms,
My heart is a flutter

So many lessons learned with you at my side,
My heart once again opens,
To you.

Sleeping so soundly, feeling your breath, your heartbeat,
As you hold me close.

My eyelids are heavy, my heart is light
Knowing you are there
Waiting for me, learning with me
Watching over me
Making me feel alive.

Tasteful wonders, sweet kisses
Listening to your voice
Feeling your caress, against my skin.

Reaching for me, feeling your hand
My sleep becomes sound,
I have found my calm.
In you.

Release Me

Sitting alone under a starless sky,
Not knowing how to laugh or cry.
Feelings that should be numb,
Strike me deep inside.
My tears are dry, my soul is hallowed.
I feel nothing, yet everything.
All wrapped into me.

Give me an answer, feel me cry.
Give me the strength,
To at least try.
To walk again with my held high.

Emotions that are swept to the floor,
My heart tingles, feeling the panic
Of being alone,
Not sure where to turn,
How to love,
How to be me.

Lost in world, lost to myself,
Tears streaming down my face,
Up and down, never settling for what may be,
Never satisfied with just me.
The beauty that lies within,
Lost for the world to see
Re surface, release, let me be free.

Give me an answer, feel me cry.
Give me the strength,
To at least try.
To walk again with my held high.

ONE

Emotions run high, and answers remain unanswered. Why?
Thoughts, Comments please.



There was a time when life was full of smiles,
Or was there?
There was a time when I knew not to hate,
Or at least I thought.
There was a time when everyone was one, equal,
At least I was told.

The innocence that I have lost, is a story I have been told.
A story of hatred, of anger of legends yet to unfold.
The innocence of pure, of love, of laughter,
Of time so long ago.
A time in my childhood when everything was gold.

A picture of the world in which we have become, or what we have created.
I am still not sure.
A world in which there is no equality, no tolerance, and a mind which remains closed.
My mind has become numb to the picture I see.
PAIN, ANGER, HURT, RACISM, HATERED, MURDER.

Is there an end? A peaceful mortality?

Each day I see the beauty that lies within the world,
That lies within each and everyone of us
So beautiful are we.

Why do we tolerate the hatred between diversity?
The racism, the murder, and the pain we so deliberately inflict upon those who are different, not like you or I?

Can’t you see we are all one, united, together for all eternity?

I see the good everyday,
I see the bad everyday.

I know that we can overcome,
Just maybe if we try.

For we are all different, yet all the same.
TOGETHER,
FOREVER,

ONE.

Emotions of my Heart

A piece playing a little bit of a devils advocate....



Waiting
For the gentle touch of your lips,

Feeling,
The soft embrace of your loving caress,

Watching,
You undress.

Anticipation,
For the ecstasy to come,

Excitement,
Feeling your touch next to me,

Desire,
To feel you inside of me,

Love,
The way my heart has become,

Sadness,
To know soon you will be gone.

Anger,
At the way you walked away,

Comfort,
Knowing you can’t refrain from me.

Courage,
To walk away,
Knowing someday,

You will be back.

Saying I love you, can turn me inside,
Lusting after you is taken in strides.

The comfort of you,
Is to much to bear,
To much to handle and to much to fear,

My heart,
Only so much can spare,
To the desire,
You leave me,

Alone

With my dreams of finding you.

Someday, inside of me.

Ms. Devine

Words of wisdom swept my mind,
Lost in the story of Ms. Devine.

Eloquently she was,
Never missing a beat, towering above others,
Kissing at her feet.

Caught in a whirlwind of emotion,
Loving all who came,
Shedding a tear for lost ones,
Reaching out for those in need.

Caught in a journey, she never should have made,
Looking towards tomorrow,
Letting the sun fade.

Dying inside,
Wiping the hands of time.
Crying for wisdom,
She carried in her heart.

The world saw her as this,
Yet she was never understood.
The beauty was outside,
But her soul is what held the key.

Inside she wept,
She felt the depth of her soul ripped from her side.
If only they knew,
If only they could see.
The side of Ms. Devine that was closed to the human eye.

The words she spoke, were just a whisper in the wind,
A subtle tribute to the ones she loved,
The ones that saw as she really was.

The words of wisdom that are in mind,
The words spoken by Ms. Devine.

Look inside, and you will see,
The true beauty and the person to be.
The person who flourishes, and the person we love,

Deep inside, lives Ms. Devine.

Intensify

Intensity burning, yearning,
Let it go.

Where is the flow?

Watching, waiting,
Scheming, Screaming.

You must let go,

Drop

Fall

Run

Run far away,
Don’t look back
Don’t you dare stay.

Jump, GO
Racing,

Intensify

Let the mind blow you away.

Forget the past,
Tomorrow is here,
Live in the now and regret the future.

To Live….

Bring forth the challenge, diminish the failure.

Heighten the flow,
Lose the low.

The pressure,
Let it go.

Write What You Know, Know What you Write

So this question or rather phrase has got me thinking. I love to write and generally have no trouble pounding out the words. Sometimes however, I get a little thing called writers block, or rather a few comments that say my writing is to heavy.
Well let me just say, I write what I know, and I know what I write. My writing may not be suitable for all to read, my writing may not please all who read. But hey, I write from my heart, and my heart may not always have something light to say.
I try to write everyday, and usually succeed. Some of my work is a work in progress, and I have a million unfinished pieces just waiting to be done.
For all of you out there that understand the power of a finished piece, well there are no words to describe. My writing is my baby, I nurture it with care and feel nothing but pure joy when a piece is born. I can honestly say that this is my one and only true love.
Now don't get me wrong I have had the pleasure of experiencing a love, but never the love I feel when I write, so yes my writing is always first. Some may say this is sad, some may not understand, but to me, writing is my passion, my dreams, my life - past, present and future. There is no love that will ever feel my whole life as writing will.

So this post is about my true love, take it as you will, agree, disagree, comment or don't.

I write what I know and I know what I write.
There is nothing that can take away the creativity, emotions, or reality of your mind.

Much Love
Kates