Lost in tranlation, words on the screen,
some taken out of context.
Misconstude meanings there to be seen,
allowing some feelings to vex.
Putting emotion in words to each other,
it is easier said then done.
No eyes to look into, leaves one another,
asking, has misunderstanding begun?
Some feelings get hurt if answers are brief,
or not what we want to hear.
Words on a window as we bear our grief,
feelings rejected we fear.
Connected by words leaves much to desire,
when the heart feels love inside.
Only words and writing poetry to inspire,
can feel like love denied.
Lost in translation or just lost in thought,
when feelings are not seen.
Their importance at times left for naught,
when written across the screen.
When love is a friend,
it never demands us to be
other than who we are.
Under the eaves of our emptiness,
we become the page unwritten.
Wait for the strike of ink,
splatters of poetry. Our prayers
answered because someone’s love
writes us into being.
In the cries of our silence, we
are not surprised. No one can
leave etchings to make us worthy.
There is only one hand that writes
us. It lies deep within the Light,
brilliant since birth, and knows
all the beauty we would deny is true.
Our first friend sings our golden forever.
The job before us: learn to let it shine.
When love is our friend and our lovers gifts,
we can become participants in celebration;
give thanks for all we are gifted with being;
know we are never without love. When we
join hand gifts with another, we increase
the size of the universe we share from.
Trust your dreams.
They are sweet and beautiful.
Trust your visions.
They are soulful and powerful.
Trust your aspiration.
It is your earth-friend
And
Heaven-brother.
Trust your realisation.
It is your Eternity's real Self.
Lost in tranlation, words on the screen,
some taken out of context.
Misconstude meanings there to be seen,
allowing some feelings to vex.
Putting emotion in words to each other,
it is easier said then done.
No eyes to look into, leaves one another,
asking, has misunderstanding begun?
Some feelings get hurt if answers are brief,
or not what we want to hear.
Words on a window as we bear our grief,
feelings rejected we fear.
Connected by words leaves much to desire,
when the heart feels love inside.
Only words and writing poetry to inspire,
can feel like love denied.
Lost in translation or just lost in thought,
when feelings are not seen.
Their importance at times left for naught,
when written across the screen.
welcum dear
beautiful poem sweety
On paths we wander
oblivious and carefree,
taking a blind eye as
we close our hearts,
pretend not to see.
Block out in self denial,
that which makes us
cringe and step over
the sadness confronted
along the way.
Humanity has taken
a backseat to greed,
as our brothers and
sisters become invisible
to those blind eyes.
The need to succeed
has become the new
Golden Rule of society,
as "me" replaces the
"we" within our hearts.
As empathy evaporates,
gap between haves and
have nots stretches,
tearings apart the already
frayed fabric of life.
We walk the same path,
but not the same footprints.
welcum dear
2nd one is marvelous
My dear friend
