Mind of Confusion

I can only imagine what is lurching in my mind of Confusion. for the thoughts that lurk behind the mind of a dreamer is confusing to those who try to understand their words they speak.

Meadow of Dreams

I love to walk in the meadow of dreams, with my bear feet picking up earth as I go along . The smell of rain as I run for cover in the forest of reality, in my reality I understand the animals, that rome the forest, I can hear chirping in the trees that surround me. I hear rushing water, and birds chirping, calling for their love. fresh smell of the soon to come rain. all of the flowers are waiting for the first taste of the sweet tasting rain, to help them to grow and bloom.

The Criing Bab

Well He ever close hes eyes with tears coming down his cheeks , he only smiles in his sleep. He fights his sleep, he fights tell he can't fight no more. finally he drifts of to sleep.

The Place is Your's

One day love comes softly with salver sandals. and took our hreats away. Hearts well always seek hearts, and love well come to those how give. You are my love, my friend, and my for ever Valentine. Love develops deep with in your self. It grows and is constantly changing for all the times I never saw the things I should have, I thank you for all the times you understood. Our deepest feelings never token a way for they live in words unspoken. In some long ago time softly and from affair. I loved you and yet you never new. Some meeting are fashioned by chance ours was a gift of just. You are my dream, I am glade you are in my life. There is a place I run to when I am scared or lonely, I wounder if you new the place is you? Thank you for sharing my hopes and hurts, I wish you love to hold when you fell empty and about to cry. When I am afraid each time I look at something I've loved knowing the difference love makes to our hearts. and I know then I know now how lucky I am when your in my life. I remember the Little things and times we have shared, that made me happy. Thank you for each and every moment you've given to me. our hearts are full of threshers untold My sweet.

This was on the desk were my mom was playing computer games

Your Fingtips

Your name is on my lips the soft touch of your fingertips like the sweetest tasting win. Your hands are big but so soft to the touch. You gently touch my lips with your soft fingertips. and I fall into bliss

Vows

Red lips, soft fingertips, the breath of beauty in her eyes. You can see cloudy days are on their way. Once there was rain falling on her vows soaking in words that have no meaning. But yet she goes on with her wedding.

The Place is You

You are my friend, my love, my forever Valentine. Love develops deep with in you, it grows and is constantly changing. For all the time's I never saw the things I should have, I think you for all the time's you understood. Our deepest feelings never taken away, for they live in words unspoken. In some long ago time softly and from afar I loved you and yet you never new. Some meetings are fashioned by chance ours was a gift of just. There is a place I run to when I m scared or lonely, I wonder if you know that place is you? Thank you for sharing my hopes and hurts. I wish you love to hold when you feel empty and about to cry. When your afraid and need someone to hold, I wish you love to hold and love forever.

The Path of life

The path is strate but long and nairow, the birds sing thier summer song of pease. The childern lagh and play, the sun forever shines, the thorns rip and tear at my clothing and hair. I try to push them away but they steal scratch and tear, I have been walking it seems forever down a path that never ends, but one day when I am tyred I well reach the end of my path and start a new.

That Like a Seed

The human soul is that like a seed; it struggles until it it's the bit of light it needs to grow and blossom.