If I am true to myself
I will lead more than I follow
I will reach for the stars
both today and tomorrow
I will feed every fiber
of this being that I am
Through my thoughts,
through my virtues
and my thirst to understand...
If I am true to my wonder
I will seek a life that’s whole
I will grow from every moment
and I’ll hear the things I’m told
I will face every challenge
understanding that in truth
They are merely little branches
and I alone will plant the roots...
If I am true to my conscience
I will heed its every cry
I will live this life I’m given
long before I have to die
I will treasure every blessing
knowing they don’t have to be
I will love the way I aught to
and I’ll set my spirit free
I will dance to all the music
that transcends into this song
I will stand when I have fallen
and admit when I am wrong
I will dream outside of limits
so the sky is well in reach
I will always make a point to learn...
before I try to teach.
Deo Volente
February 27, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Distance
Out in the distance
so hard to deny
In wonder of wishes
and vastness of sky
Drowning in softness
consumed by the night
Wrapped up in darkness
beseeching the light
Hoping the flames
of this time will burn true
and give spark to wishes
amazingly new
On tail of a comet
that rushes on by...
lost in the blue of the sky
So graceful these touches
like canvas and paint
The blessings bestowed us
by greatest of Saints
To capture in seconds
what turns into tears
To rise from soft whispers
and grow out of fears
As closer and closer it nears
this beacon of hope that appears
is sure to shed light on these years.
Deo Volente
February 26, 2009
so hard to deny
In wonder of wishes
and vastness of sky
Drowning in softness
consumed by the night
Wrapped up in darkness
beseeching the light
Hoping the flames
of this time will burn true
and give spark to wishes
amazingly new
On tail of a comet
that rushes on by...
lost in the blue of the sky
So graceful these touches
like canvas and paint
The blessings bestowed us
by greatest of Saints
To capture in seconds
what turns into tears
To rise from soft whispers
and grow out of fears
As closer and closer it nears
this beacon of hope that appears
is sure to shed light on these years.
Deo Volente
February 26, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
I am who I am
With every single breath of living
and the choices just for giving...
a helping hand, some aid to stand
lousy advice, one glance not nice...
it may seem I’m imperfect just this way
well to that there is but one thing I can say...
Under flaws there lies my beauty
with my bluntness, ambiguity
yes it’s true, I know when to say when
and have no doubt, I’ll gladly say Amen!
Cause that’s simply who I am
And who knows if that’s the plan
But it’s safe to say I’m thankful just for being
and with any luck I’ll find that you’re agreeing
Deo Volente
February 24, 2009
and the choices just for giving...
a helping hand, some aid to stand
lousy advice, one glance not nice...
it may seem I’m imperfect just this way
well to that there is but one thing I can say...
Under flaws there lies my beauty
with my bluntness, ambiguity
yes it’s true, I know when to say when
and have no doubt, I’ll gladly say Amen!
Cause that’s simply who I am
And who knows if that’s the plan
But it’s safe to say I’m thankful just for being
and with any luck I’ll find that you’re agreeing
Deo Volente
February 24, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Dismay
I want to say “get over it”
and yet I know better
life is like torrential weather
With thunder storms
and lightening strikes
with ups and downs
and all the likes
So please tread lightly, in its wake
and take heed of each found mistake
Then as you’re groping in the dark
Search, until you find a spark
Soon things will look brighter
and the load will get lighter
Who knows where the road will end
in days of old with thoughts of friends
or youthful smiles too soon to part
with broken spirit, broken heart
It may end up of dreams of bliss
on fleeting stars of goodnight kiss
destined for the Milky Way
long beyond each cloudy day
Amidst the mysteries up above
embracing everyone you love
Far beyond the shades of grey
So in its place, here’s what I’ll say...
“Get up, get on and pave your way.”
Deo Volente
February 22, 2009
and yet I know better
life is like torrential weather
With thunder storms
and lightening strikes
with ups and downs
and all the likes
So please tread lightly, in its wake
and take heed of each found mistake
Then as you’re groping in the dark
Search, until you find a spark
Soon things will look brighter
and the load will get lighter
Who knows where the road will end
in days of old with thoughts of friends
or youthful smiles too soon to part
with broken spirit, broken heart
It may end up of dreams of bliss
on fleeting stars of goodnight kiss
destined for the Milky Way
long beyond each cloudy day
Amidst the mysteries up above
embracing everyone you love
Far beyond the shades of grey
So in its place, here’s what I’ll say...
“Get up, get on and pave your way.”
Deo Volente
February 22, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
See...
If you took a moment, just a single moment
and dared to look ,what would you see?
who knows, you might catch a glimpse of me.
The strength behind these eyes
that glisten with surprise
every time it peeks out at the day,
maybe you would see me just that way.
Every tear that’s washed this face
from a heart that can’t erase,
memories like mountain ranges wide,
everything this smile knows how to hide.
Every wrinkle of this self
tucked away upon a shelf
a girl that believed it to be true,
that life is so much more than me and you.
Its a crafted quilt of deeds,
stitched by hopes, and fears and dreams,
anticipations, heartaches and much more
everything each day would have in store,
Yes if you took a single moment
and by chance your eyes did see
this miracle of life that sets me free,
then yes oh yes, you’d catch a glimpse of me.
Deo Volente
February 16, 2009
and dared to look ,what would you see?
who knows, you might catch a glimpse of me.
The strength behind these eyes
that glisten with surprise
every time it peeks out at the day,
maybe you would see me just that way.
Every tear that’s washed this face
from a heart that can’t erase,
memories like mountain ranges wide,
everything this smile knows how to hide.
Every wrinkle of this self
tucked away upon a shelf
a girl that believed it to be true,
that life is so much more than me and you.
Its a crafted quilt of deeds,
stitched by hopes, and fears and dreams,
anticipations, heartaches and much more
everything each day would have in store,
Yes if you took a single moment
and by chance your eyes did see
this miracle of life that sets me free,
then yes oh yes, you’d catch a glimpse of me.
Deo Volente
February 16, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Happy A thru Z days
Have you ever written something you knew you could not top? Well I did when I wrote “Volente’s Valentine” so instead of writing another Valentines Day poem I am going to post this poem again. I know it seems pessimistic but honestly it’s a realistic point of view. We spend so much time obsessing on one day there and one day here we tend to loose sight of all our days. The point of life is to live “everyday” to its fullest no matter what that day brings. So I wish you a happy Valentines Day and every day before and after.
Deo Volente
February 14, 2009
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It’s a day of flowers and roses
Adorned with ribbons and bows
Of teddy bears with fluffy ears
And crushes that nobody knows
A day for candy and cookies
fancy little cards that sing
red paper hearts with velvety parts
dangling from red velvet string
it’s a day for the romantic dreamer
to make a few wishes come true
a shiny surprise with tears in the eyes
the grandiose event made for two
A day of gifts so breath taking
splendors that money can buy
vacations on beaches with baskets of peaches
commercials that sell you a lie
It’s a day just like all the others
Ignore all the rest if you choose
For while you’re nitpicking your time goes on ticking
And you never get back what you loose
Deo Volente
February 13, 2008
Deo Volente
February 14, 2009
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It’s a day of flowers and roses
Adorned with ribbons and bows
Of teddy bears with fluffy ears
And crushes that nobody knows
A day for candy and cookies
fancy little cards that sing
red paper hearts with velvety parts
dangling from red velvet string
it’s a day for the romantic dreamer
to make a few wishes come true
a shiny surprise with tears in the eyes
the grandiose event made for two
A day of gifts so breath taking
splendors that money can buy
vacations on beaches with baskets of peaches
commercials that sell you a lie
It’s a day just like all the others
Ignore all the rest if you choose
For while you’re nitpicking your time goes on ticking
And you never get back what you loose
Deo Volente
February 13, 2008
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Old friend
In a hurried pace to live a life
Blessed at every turn
Easy was the growing spark
That let old bridges burn
Days of when so long before
Were buried in the past
Now and then a little glance
Of things that did not last
Deja-vu that would recall
A face, a place and then
A smile that shone across the room
The face of one old friend.
DeoVolente
January 29, 2009
Blessed at every turn
Easy was the growing spark
That let old bridges burn
Days of when so long before
Were buried in the past
Now and then a little glance
Of things that did not last
Deja-vu that would recall
A face, a place and then
A smile that shone across the room
The face of one old friend.
DeoVolente
January 29, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Winter
Winters’ fury sets her sights
then spread her hand with much delight
So flurries like the pouring rain
would rip from those of silver stain
Then mountain tops of fresh white snow
would peek down on what lay below
and though untouched by show of night
would not be so come morning light
Each tree would glisten in the morn
with vengeance of that winter storm
A blanket over grass of green
as far as eyes had ever seen
She told each lake and stream be still
while plants and flowers felt her chill
Her woes of soft sweet bitter sting
in every line she’d fiercely sing
With whistle in the wind she flew
determined so to see it through
but those who read between the lines
were wise enough to heed the signs
They battened down before she woke
and paid attention when she spoke
She pounded doors to no avail
commanding all would hear her tale
and though she made the history books
with every humble roof she took
She wrote a story greater still
by show of hands through mans good will
For neighbors took the highest road...
by helping others bear her load.
Deo Volente
February 2, 2009
then spread her hand with much delight
So flurries like the pouring rain
would rip from those of silver stain
Then mountain tops of fresh white snow
would peek down on what lay below
and though untouched by show of night
would not be so come morning light
Each tree would glisten in the morn
with vengeance of that winter storm
A blanket over grass of green
as far as eyes had ever seen
She told each lake and stream be still
while plants and flowers felt her chill
Her woes of soft sweet bitter sting
in every line she’d fiercely sing
With whistle in the wind she flew
determined so to see it through
but those who read between the lines
were wise enough to heed the signs
They battened down before she woke
and paid attention when she spoke
She pounded doors to no avail
commanding all would hear her tale
and though she made the history books
with every humble roof she took
She wrote a story greater still
by show of hands through mans good will
For neighbors took the highest road...
by helping others bear her load.
Deo Volente
February 2, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
I abhor
I abhor stupidity,
ignorance and such
Blinded arrogance
amidst fevered rush
The need to spread lies
by whispers and fable
Things that so many
seem perfectly able
I abhor prejudice,
separation and indifference
Faces that linger
behind walls of false pretence
Intolerance, deception
and things of such sort
Actions that blossom
from spineless cavort
For tis in this soil
of fertilized deeds
That hatred will sprout
from its well planted seeds
To grow like a fire
with flames to the wind
Spreading too quickly
for one to rescind
Burning down all that is true
No; these are the things I won’t do.
So tell me friend, how about you?
Deo Volente
February 2, 2009
ignorance and such
Blinded arrogance
amidst fevered rush
The need to spread lies
by whispers and fable
Things that so many
seem perfectly able
I abhor prejudice,
separation and indifference
Faces that linger
behind walls of false pretence
Intolerance, deception
and things of such sort
Actions that blossom
from spineless cavort
For tis in this soil
of fertilized deeds
That hatred will sprout
from its well planted seeds
To grow like a fire
with flames to the wind
Spreading too quickly
for one to rescind
Burning down all that is true
No; these are the things I won’t do.
So tell me friend, how about you?
Deo Volente
February 2, 2009
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