Tell me not to fall....

Tell me not to fall in love
Tell me not to want you
But then you look into my eyes
Your beauty it becomes you.

I had to stop this lovers spell
I'd breathed in every whisper
From head to toe and back again
Futile was my resistance.

To battle with my emotions
Knowing when to draw the line
A night minus devotion
I'm pretending that's just fine.

To have you close is all i want
No commitment love or feeling
But i'll remain an empty shell
For its my heart you were stealing.

Everyday you break my heart.

When you were my best friend
When you were small
You placed you sticky hand prints upon my walls
Looking back i didn't mind at all
Now everyday you break my heart.

We would do such silly things
We'd sing and dance and have a ball
I'd chase you laughing down the hall
Who'd have thought you'd ever grow so tall?
Now everyday you break my heart.

When time moves on you grow apart
But the love it remains still
I try to be the mum i was, the mum i always will
Now i search for you affection
I try to play my part
But your so intent on fighting
And everyday you break my heart.

So with every little word
With every little look
Your face is ever angry
I cannot read a blank paged book
You cut me down without a thought
You think your pretty smart
But with your words and actions
Everyday you break my heart.

s.wilson 09.08.12

blessings.....

may your troubles be less than your smiles,
may your worries and heartaches be few,
may each moment you live bring you joy,
never casting a doubt from the blue.

may you walk hand in hand with contentment,
may lady luck always knock at your door,
may the sun and the moon shine upon you,
and your life never leave you forlorn.

may you stroll every pathway with ease,
may your load be as light as a feather,
may the road always rise up to meet you,
and remember we're in this together ♥

I gave the bones of me.

Steadily i worked
Day and night
Your heart beamed
A shining light
Never has there been
One who loved so fiercely.

You took it proudly
Handed it to another
I lay lost in the shadows
Clinging to memories
That she stole
In my darkest hours.

Now you see
The shine is no more
You ache
For that which you once fed upon
The keeper of your soul
Realization
Of where you went wrong....

But its much too late, i'm gone .

Falling.

Dont let him look into those eyes
As if they would tell a 1000 lies
Or maybe wear a cheap disguise
He cannot take the chance of falling....

Some may think she led a merry dance
Dare not leave it all to chance
The heart unveils a fleeting glance
But she can't return the loving feeling....

The smell of flowers linger on
Like a bond that once was strong
When did it all turn out so wrong?
And yet he takes the chance of saying....

She is the blossom in the spring
The very tune that his heart sings
She fly's away on angels wings
And leaves his heart forever crying....

Inside his soul is slowly dying....
But still he just cant stop the falling.... ♥

What makes me tick.


My heart beat
It is not lonely
It resonates within
Matching my steps
Mimicking my footprint
Pace and vibration
The life i am living
Energy that im giving.
My breathing
Can be slow and steady
Fast and needful
Shallow or gasping
Like a wave
Never quite reaches shore
Ever yearning
Is it enough
With every breath
Wanting more.
My head
Thinking
Back and forth
Twitching
Ideas and thoughts
All fighting for a seat
In the waiting room
That is my mind
As i try to close down
Time after time
After time.....

Mid the mists.

What stories lay
Within your glow
Looking down
Keep safe what you know
I bask in your connection
Gaze upon
Your waters reflection
Just to feel your presence
Empowers me
Three fold
A longing to share
The knowledge
That you hold
With waning
With waxing
To fullness renewed
How strange is the bright one
That alters my mood
I long for your coming
But you move on too soon
Oh mystical
Magical
Beautiful moon.

Hunger.

Should i tell of what i seek
Wide eyes full of wonder
Stray feelings leave me weak
Empty heart from which i hunger
As i try to still desire
For i know i'm not "the one"
I'll extinguish my love fire
As my tears shine like the sun.

The Journey.

We all have a story
Some not worth the tell
From gutter through to glory
Maybe a tale of ner' do well
Misspent youth
Or graduate
The tapestry we weave
It matters not the life you live
But the footprint which you leave.

Colour rich and vibrant
Or darkened greying years
The happiness
The laughter
Bitter salt of tears
Mistakes we may make many
All a lesson learned
Foolish wishes 10 a penny
Still desires burned.

So what of uphill struggle?
Care not the tired heart
We will smile when we recall
From our end back to the start
As we begin our second journey
Cradle to grave
Sweet soul depart.

Jen.

I have this friend called Jen,
Shes kind and sweet and true,
Our time we like to spend,
Stuck like glue us two,
Her heart is ever giving,
Eyes sparkle full of glee,
We do everything together,
My best friend Jen and me.

We like to meet for coffee,
And ponder on life's wonders,
While both our lives not easy,
Had our fair share of blunders,
As one talks their worries,
The other listens tenderly,
We do everything together,
My best friend Jen and me.

She thinks as we get older,
Our lives may drift apart,
For this she shouldn't worry,
As shes always in my heart.

Where one there is the other,
It's surely plain to see,
I love her like a sister,
My best friend Jen and me ♥

The chrysalis.

Bask in the light
That beams from your soul
Yearning, ever learning
Discovery
That is the self.

Enjoy the luster that becomes apparent
As you awaken the spirit
That lays dormant
Within.

The very essence of you
Captured in a momentary glimpse
A mirror image
That is oh so pleasing to the eye.

As your wings unfold
Shedding the old
discard the tired skin
Eager to taste life again.

 

 Love....

Love holds passions hand,
Excitement walks with tenderness,
Honesty lays itself down with truth,
And friendship skips playfully along with togetherness,
Joy and elation hold each other close,
As the peaceful moon glistens on a sea of calmness.

The art of being me.

No one can do me
Like i can
I am master of my craft
Independent woman
Working from morning
Till last thing at night
Only stopping to rest
When i turn out the light
My precious children i carried
In my warm giving womb
Now i watch their sweet sleeping faces
Under light of the moon.

I'm a lover, a fighter
A joker , a queen
The days i needed strength
On no one did i lean
There are lines on my face
When i laugh
When i frown
No trial yet have i met
Nothing can keep me down.

Silver spoon
As a child
Was not placed
In my mouth
Sussed my east from my west
And my north from my south
I and mine we get by
Though not at all comfortably
But on that which i thrive
The art of being me.

 

  Dream weaver.

Time seems to falter in it's place
Hours and minutes have given up the chase
Rivers of liquid diamond cascade upon the shores
Many a path to take , and a lifetime's worth to explore

I reach the precipice of what I thought was real
I have gone past my own limitations of anything surreal
As I hear my name from beyond the sky
I feel as though it must be a dream , but I wonder to why
I hear my name so clearly as though they were near
Then i realize I have awoken from my dream it appears ....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kntzQiaFzOQ&ob=av2n

Sometimes it hard to understand how pictures never change, but the people in them do. How your best friend can become your worst enemy.... or how strange it is when your worst enemy becomes your best friend. How forever can turn into a few short months that you would do almost anything to get back. How we can let go of things, that we once said we could never live without. How even though you know something is best for you it hurts just the same. How some people who once wanted to spend every second with you, think a few minutes of their time is too much to spare... and its oh so sad that some can erase you from their lives, just because its easier than working things out. Life is too short to be angry, to hold grudges, to worry about what may not even happen. Love the people who want you in their lives, let go of the ones who don't. You only get one shot at it. Remember.... life is a journey, not a destination. be true to who you are...

It's not too late... the angel said.
Even though the world's a mess...
Even though you're not as young...
Even though you've made mistakes and have been afraid
It's not too late...
And then I saw the world through the angels' eyes...
I saw the colors I could paint
The bridges I could build
The lives that I could touch
The dreams that could still come true
And it became very clear to me...
That it's not too late.

TOMORROW.

Tomorrow I will wear
A brighter smile
And a song in my heart
In the hope that he notices
I've gone out on a limb
For him...
I'll look at his hair
Imagining how if feels
Conjuring my spell
I'm lost in him
And he knows nothing of me
I am one of many...
The only difference
Between me and them
They could not love him
Like i could
Like i would
If i just had half a chance
To hold his gaze
For just a little while
He could see
The light in my eyes
The smile on my lips
And the song in my heart
Is for him... ♥

Old Man.

Nets of yellow
Skin so grey
He wont venture out
No not today....

In the summer
When arms are bare
The heartless folk they point and stare
'Look at him' they conspire
Like witches huddled round a fire
Unknown his scars
of which they gaze
he saved a family in a blaze.

The echos of his lonely footsteps
The kids spill out from school
'Get out the way old fool'
Rushing past
Not having a clue
The shrapnel he carries in his leg
A scar for the likes of you.

On his suit 4 medals
Proudly displayed
From his time on the front line
A hero of him
This country made
Yet so quick to accuse him
Of loosing his mind.

A winters evening
To church for a prayer
Lights a candle
sits quietly there
'Old mans got nowhere to go'
They don't see the reason
The carnation in his button hole
Hes not sitting there alone
His wife he visits in gods home.

Time slips like sand
Through his fingers
Still the memory lingers
Like a whisper he can no longer hear
As he fades away
Like the arms of his favorite chair.

One day the wind will call his name
And he will be young again
Free from the shell of an old man.

s. wilson 06.05.12

Some people come into our lives and quickly go.
Some people move our souls to dance.
They awaken us to new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom.
Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon.
They stay in our lives for awhile, leave footprints in our hearts, and We are never, ever the same.
And sometimes things happen to you that may seem horrible, painful, and unfair at first, but in reflection you find that without overcoming those obstacles you would have never realized your potential, strength, willpower, or heart. Everything happens for a reason, nothing happens by chance or by means of luck. Illness, injury, love, lost moments of true greatness, and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your soul. Without these small tests, whatever they may be, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight flat road to nowhere. It would be safe and comfortable, but dull and utterly pointless. The people you meet who affect your life, and the success and downfalls you experience help to create who you become.
Even the bad experiences can be learned from. In fact, they are probably the most poignant and important ones.....

Dearest YOU, I was about to wish that your every dream come true. That you find yourself surrounded by friends, laughter, and good times. I almost wished that your every cup runneth over financially, romantically, spiritually, and creatively. That good health be your faithful companion, peace your guarded ally, and love your perpetual guide. When suddenly, it dawned on me that as an infinite, powerful, fun-loving gladiator of the Universe, with eternity before you and the power of your thoughts to help shape it... it's you YOU, who will be making your own wishes come true .....

Way back when.

When did it all get so serious
My youth misspent
Delirious
Life traveling so fast
I was motionless
Realization of precious moments
Stolen
Half open
Left broken
As i watch the door closing
On the world i hunger for
Care free
Without fears
I look back through my tears.....

I miss my younger years.

YOU CAN ALWAYS LET YOUR DREAMS SHAPE YOUR REALITY.... DON'T LOOSE SIGHT OF THE ESSENCE OF YOU. LIVE, LAUGH, LOVE, AND BE HAPPY. BELIEVE IN THE UNBELIEVABLE. NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE.

My Enchanted Fantasy.


Glowing lights beckon
Colours entice me
Warmth envelopes me
Holding my dream
Like a secret.

Teal is the bird
That follows me
Milk white sprites dancing
Around my feet
Leading me
Magical, majestic forest
This place they call home.

Shards of gold
Beaming down
From the tall emerald canopy
Tearing open my soul
Enlightening my essence.

Crystal formations
Glistening stones
Lending energy
While i touch their hexagonal faces.

Stepping onto a magenta bridge
Looking out onto the azure stream
Each being
Big and small alike
Welcoming me home.

Mother Earth
Cradles each flower
Into her soft
Ever giving chest
The place from which i came.

Moon goddess stakes her claim
In the midnight blue
Old father time
Closes his eyes
Rest
Replenish
Restore.

Colours form starlight
The prism of which i will crawl inside
I will spend eternity
In peaceful
Blissful
Slumber....

In My Enchanted Fantasy.

s. wilson 04.05.12

I'll carry you.

I'd say he was a mountain,
a rock,
a truth, a strength,
to make my life a happy one, he'd go to any length.

The road was never easy,
i put him though his paces,
a bitter pill to swallow,
see the disappointed faces.

With age there came redemption,
a pretty price to pay,
motherly intentions...
my daughter washed my sins away.

The flow of life was beautiful,
id won the testing game,
goodbye to sin,
to drugs,
to lust,
goodbye you dirty shame.

Life will teach you lessons....
the best you ever knew,
its colourful expressions,
the red,
the green,
the blue....

But err the twists of fate,
as every story can....
change from shades of wonderful,
to a dark unknowing plan.

Hidden in the shadows is a nasty , evil, cloak....
it smothers those it chooses,
with its thick black cancer smoke.

The man that was my mountain,
my bright beacon of light,
his youthful flowing fountain had been stolen in the night.

My shoulders are so small,
but till the end ill carry,
its no burden at all.....
for the one who named me sally.

I'll be here when your eyes open,
or choose to close them still,
i'll know that you walk peacefully upon Gods lush green hill.

I thank you for my life...
the good,
the hard,
the sad,
one day ill walk on gods green hill,
with my hero,
my best friend,
my dad ♥

Drought of hope.

lips of dust,
barren land awaits,
dark eyes dull,
waiting for hope,
screaming child of the earth.

mother offers breast,
cruel sun watches,
the heart falters,
in life's unfair, and trying test.

Enough already...

hi, yes, its me,
i am important too,
although you fail to see it,
its not all just about you.
i have my own problems,
i have my own fears,
and when i go to bed at night who's there to wipe my tears?.
im not asking for the moon,
just a little understanding,
or is all this just to soon,
maybe i was just a stand in,
ill take my tiny worries,
and ill pack them in a bag,
the load it may be heavy,
but the journey wont be bad,
i can do it on my own, im strong and i have pride, ill walk my own path ,
with my angels by my side.

Fast tongue.

The lyric is weapon of choice,
As im cutting the air with my voice,
My words float on by like a breeze,
As im writing this poem with ease,
Im not tryin to boast or amaze,
But it took me mere minutes, not days.
So i guess what im tryin to say,
In my own little round about way,
Yeh you may not be Byron,
But with paper to write on,
Im sure that a smile you could raise.

Tired love.

its like walking in a windstorm with your back against the sun,
or betting on the last horse when the race is run and won,
i could try and try my hardest but it will never be my best,
cos while im betting on the pair you holding your cards to your chest.
guess i gotta throw the towel in, yeh im hanging up my gloves,
see im sick and tired of fighting for this silly thing called love.

Angel true.

Be my angel true,
Not my butterfly,
For although they both have wings,
Only one of them wont die.

Be my evening star,
Not a candle light,
Although they both glow brightly,
Only one will guide me right.

Be the soul i long for,
Not a ship passing in the night,
For although both bring yearning,
Only one will hear my plight.

Nobody dreams anymore.

Things have been tough lately for dreamers,
They say dreaming is dead,
no one does it anymore,
It's not dead, it's just that it's been forgotten,
removed from our language,
Nobody teaches it so nobody knows it exists.
And the dreamer is banished to obscurity.
Well, I'm trying to change all that,
By dreaming, every day.
Dreaming with our hands and dreaming with our minds.
Our planet is facing the greatest problems it's ever faced,
So whatever you do, don't be bored.
This is absolutely the most exciting time,
we are here and we are alive.
And things are just starting.

Wonderlust.

As the waves crashed upon the shore
her breast heaved with desire
the sunset offered more
than the evening she'd conspired

the reds and yellows softly danced
along the ripples of the waves
nights last chance of romance
oh foolish heart behave

glistened skin and dark his hair
her steps she had to quicken
throwing caution to the wind
into the shadows she did beckon

she did not care for whys and hows
a finger placed to his lips
he felt the heat rise from her lust
the motion of her hips

the soft winds played upon them both
while bodies where entwined
and when she gasped a striking breath
he knew that it was time

she was a wantent woman
left lying on the sand
he was but a boy just passing
but he walked away a man

Mariana trench.

A soul so vast and blue, his face i wish i knew
To run my fingers across the beauty of him
Reaching out to feel the man within
My kiss would be a gift upon his cheek
Rushing, foaming, ocean spray... or so to speak
Like the undercurrent drags the shipwreck down
His very being resonates a deeper sound
As i dive into his dark and airy depths
What lies within are gold and silver specks
A thousand tiny fish come dancing by
And like a lust that lies inside, they cannot hide
He lets me see a small fragmented part of him
But never lets me get beneath the skin
Oh how i long to find the treasure lain within
Neptune's love is like a game i cannot win
So to swim upon his waves is time well spent
His heart is deeper than the Mariana Trench

Shy away from love.

I care not for the heartache it brings,
Nor the sound of hearts plucked strings,
Oh how the caged bird sings....
When you shy away from love.