To confess
Is forgiveness
To repent
Is humility
To break the bonds
Is to free the spirit
To believe
Is to release the darkness
To dream
Is to capture a rainbow
To love
Is to unlock the heart
To live
Is to create a moment
To die
Is to awaken the soul
Recreate love’s look
Revive an ember
To start a fire
Feel the moment
The days spent
The aging of time
The smell of youth
Salty tears hung
Out to dry
Love songs sung
Things that belong
When love was young
Once you remember
You never forget
The years spent
Though they came
Came and went
Though they never left
They still remain
Close to the heart
That feeling of nearness
That never goes away
That feeling that only touch can tell
The thoughts that remind the heart
That love was real
That love was tender
And leaves one
To remember always
That the heart reminds only
Those that love has chosen
I count them one by one
And when I am done
I count them again
And when I’m through
My thoughts to gather
I can’t remember when they didn’t matter
Desires and wants wrapped in expectations
Drops that flow without hesitation
Musings from the past that never go away
Unfinished melodies that refuse to play
One day ends another begins
My thoughts encumbered
And when all my days are numbered
That’s the day I stop counting
Bitterness bites
Snaps at the heart
Out of control
Tears you apart
Rooted in the soul
Bitter for sweet
Once in control
Its purpose complete
Sharp as a sword
Piercing asunder
Hearts own bitterness
No small wonder
Hatred
Anger
Jealously
Resentment
Misplaced contentment
Left unrestrained
The heart doesn’t mend
Sweet for bitter
Or a bitter end
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“Each heart has its own bitterness
And no one else can share its joy”
Proverbs(14:10)
“See to it that no bitter root grows up to cause trouble and defile many” Hebrews(12-15)
Imaginations drift
To my inner fantasies
Wild sensations
That transcend reality
Deep fantasies
Out of control
Mental images
That reach my very soul
Phantasm
Figment of the mind
Recondite impressions
Profoundly left behind
My mental reservations
My mental imagery
Yet
How bizarre it is
To always find you
In my fantasies
This is my song
Its rhythm its rhyme
In three-quarter time
An imaginary song
Twelve bars long
Played in the key of “D”
A sweet fragrant melody
Its lyrics printed in time
Forever played out in my mind
My unforgettable melody
No one takes it from me
Thieves may steal
I shall never reveal
The song of my youth
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“The music in my heart I bore
Long after it was heard no more”
William Wordsworth
Dreams are never promised
Desires never claimed
Left only with expectations
Many linger many fade
Lost forever
Reaching for the sky
You stare and wonder
And never know why
Wounded dreams
Dreams denied
Sent to repose
And there they lie
In the valley of dreams
Where dreams go to die
Following the night
Walking the streets
Searching for a dream
Walking up and down
On the dark side of town
I entered its game
Feeling no shame
To find myself
Living on borrowed love
Sometimes you find
You can’t erase
An image from your mind
An image tattooed to your heart
An image stamped ’forever’
It will always be
No matter where you go or do
You carry it around with you
At times so real
You reach out to touch
You can almost feel
The gentle caress
That means so much
A mental photograph
In black and white
Kept in a wallet
Out of sight
An image that lives
As long as you care
But less you forget
It will disappear