Tuesday, May 24, 2011


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It's all in dreams er die.
You came to me. You come to me. I know.
I woke to find my heart-break, was in-deed true.
And then, I woke again ...
to find it so.
The last was yet, much worse. ...
I awoke to find that I was never in your arms at all...
That you had not kissed my lips and pleaded with mine eyes... things where words can-not go.
This last time was too true.
as my eyes took in the light...
You. my love. I see.
 ...had never come to me at all.

goodnight ...loves. ~ M


Wednesday, April 13, 2011

The Snapshot

Afternoon Delight

..I can be who you in-vision me to be...
who you fantasized I was...
Or, I can be Me.
And we can enjoy this amazing
ride together,
hands in the air. A snapshot
of lunacy.

Trusting one another with our;
self-believed failures, and
limitless Dreams.

Leaving legends of;
forgiveness, humor
and humility.

Together accepting
each new challenge attempted,
and those accomplished.  
Balanced by a season of celebration,
too vast to be explored in one lifetime.
With the song of laughter
always on our lips.

Resting in peace confident we made a difference!

The world,
or perhaps those chosen to cross our path...
are more complete
because we taught by example,
with unyielding acceptance and ...Love...

"...and the greatest of these is Love."
*hugs ~ michelle

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Dear Journal ~

~This is the 1st of my promised 15 posts of/or about love in a months time. As is the case some are old, new, stolen (no), :) definitely love quotes, and anything that feels loving or soft to me. Please feel free to comment or share your own special post about love! May this idea stay with you and offer a word of love to others freely, before long it will become a habit... ;) ...a good one.         

~Medication of Love ~  
 Love as a medication darlings, comes in all sorts. Those we want, those we need, those which make us ill, and the special kind which make us better people. This medication/side effects of love and hope, do fail...  who am I today, who was I yesterday? I am hidden inside me. I thought, finally intellectually crazy. Saw past "skittish" ... and, impulsive ...I listened with my fairy-tale heart and trusted, silly make-believe romance. Believing I could feel ...that, again... better.  Here's this... I recall nothing. Except for...  followed by... and finished, with the trigger- of truffle scented necks. And before I could hear with my ears my heart had a knee jerk reaction, sans humor... The fear of each new tale whether it be small or tall impacting the infrastructure of the psyche. A Choice. Do we emerge with the innocent eyes and laughter of a child?  the humor in the the experience? ...growth in the spirit? Ultimately... The end has already been written, how long will it take us to arrive? To, actually begin the Indiana Jones of our story. "He, our Lord has promised..." He say's, "I ...Can Make Crooked Paths Straight" .....I'm feeling a bit crooked about now.... a terrible dream, but I'm awake. And I reach out for the pills, but the "drugs don't work". Yet, I'm still "waiting on an angel"... perhaps, "waiting in vain".

Thank you for stopping by... wishing you light in the dark, love when your heart is sad, and that you may always have a shoulder to cry on and ears to listen... m

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