Peace can be found in the steps of a stroll
will you join me on a walk to nowhere?
Shall we wonder without aim neither here nor there
and celebrate the lazy steps we take.
Falling victim to the marvel of the blearing blue sky
touching blades of grass along our journey.
Feeling passion for the air that finds our lungs
loving every second, that goes by...
‘tis the only way the spirit knows to fly.
Deo Volente
January 21, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
In time
What good am I, I have no wing
Nor can I whistle like birds sing
One withered leaf, without a place
Of time that was, I’m but erased
What good are you, of disregard
With callous aim and buoyant heart
A raging storm of plenty
Tis you that I shall envy
What good are we, two bound by fate
On path by way of dreary state
to earth as I decay
by earth you find your way
what good is this, that life has planned
perplexed, I wish to understand
I’m ushered to such end
While you in time transcend
What good am I, in wasted form
The aftermath of raging storm
So ravaged by the season
Weep not, for there is reason…
Though once you were of branch of tree
It came to pass that you should be
of moment that would pass
To soil, in time be cast
In arms with rain and seed of fruit
till glory of one newborn root
in soil beneath life’s tree…
We’re blessings, don’t you see.
Deo Volente
January 19, 2011
Nor can I whistle like birds sing
One withered leaf, without a place
Of time that was, I’m but erased
What good are you, of disregard
With callous aim and buoyant heart
A raging storm of plenty
Tis you that I shall envy
What good are we, two bound by fate
On path by way of dreary state
to earth as I decay
by earth you find your way
what good is this, that life has planned
perplexed, I wish to understand
I’m ushered to such end
While you in time transcend
What good am I, in wasted form
The aftermath of raging storm
So ravaged by the season
Weep not, for there is reason…
Though once you were of branch of tree
It came to pass that you should be
of moment that would pass
To soil, in time be cast
In arms with rain and seed of fruit
till glory of one newborn root
in soil beneath life’s tree…
We’re blessings, don’t you see.
Deo Volente
January 19, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Will
I wish I could beyond the doubt
Reach deep in and rip it out
That which invades the light
The dark before the night
I wish I could of heart and soul
Seek out what seems to make it whole
Then shatter it with might
To make the wrong be right
I wish I could in whisper still
Find courage and the sense of will
To face the dark that spreads
And never be mislead
Yes though I maybe weak and frail
Tis in the dawn I shall prevail
I’ll rise much like the sun
And fight till I have won
I’ll shed each doubt like snake its skin
And let the power deep within
Dismantle what wont break
Forgiving each mistake
Not only for my sake.
Deo Volente
January 19, 2011
Reach deep in and rip it out
That which invades the light
The dark before the night
I wish I could of heart and soul
Seek out what seems to make it whole
Then shatter it with might
To make the wrong be right
I wish I could in whisper still
Find courage and the sense of will
To face the dark that spreads
And never be mislead
Yes though I maybe weak and frail
Tis in the dawn I shall prevail
I’ll rise much like the sun
And fight till I have won
I’ll shed each doubt like snake its skin
And let the power deep within
Dismantle what wont break
Forgiving each mistake
Not only for my sake.
Deo Volente
January 19, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
The eyes no longer have it
So my eyes are not what they once were, comes with age, right…
A few years ago I noticed that every so often, I had the hardest time seeing small print. Then the typos followed, dare I say in rapid succession. I was diagnosed with astigmatism but the thing that gets me is, it seems to have a mind of it’s own. Well I refuse to wear my glasses because they make my eyes hurt and the logic of “your eyes need time to adjust” just will not work for me. If they are supposed to improve my situation, why then is there need for an adjustment period? My best guess is the ophthalmologist was in such a rush to cram as many patients into his wallet as he could, he flew through the exam and fell a few drops short of a full bucket…so if you have noticed a few more errors than usual, that would be the reason. At least that’s my story and I’m sticking to it :)
D.V.
A few years ago I noticed that every so often, I had the hardest time seeing small print. Then the typos followed, dare I say in rapid succession. I was diagnosed with astigmatism but the thing that gets me is, it seems to have a mind of it’s own. Well I refuse to wear my glasses because they make my eyes hurt and the logic of “your eyes need time to adjust” just will not work for me. If they are supposed to improve my situation, why then is there need for an adjustment period? My best guess is the ophthalmologist was in such a rush to cram as many patients into his wallet as he could, he flew through the exam and fell a few drops short of a full bucket…so if you have noticed a few more errors than usual, that would be the reason. At least that’s my story and I’m sticking to it :)
D.V.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
just a thought
By serving each other we serve ourselves…I could be crazy but it stands to reason that we have the ability to make our world better by assisting one another in the most basic ways. An ear, in times of worry, a smile in times of pain, a friend in times of …well you get the idea. The smallest thing can make the greatest difference, have you made a difference today?
D.V.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
The spoon
The reality of life dictates that as we grow older we not only forget about things that once were our present but also how to think with the curiosity and innocence of youth. It maybe because we become so aware of our lives that we forget to live or maybe we allow the world in so much, we inevitably lose sight of simple joys. This is by no means a new thought for me but today, as I was shown a spoon in utter amazement, it resonated more than ever. The curious child to my left, who simply did not feel like eating, decided instead to observe the wonder of his reflection in his spoon. Much to his surprise, he discovered that on the back of the spoon his reflection was right side up but on the front it was upside down. His eyes were widened by his discovery and he just had to share the moment. At first I smiled but instead of enjoying the moment, I almost explaining away the magic of the spoon. I’m glad I chose not to, after all, we all deserve to believe in the magic and wonder of life for as long as possible, spoon or no spoon.
D.V.
January 13, 2011
D.V.
January 13, 2011
Snow
Yes I am like the driven snow,
a cast off from the clouds.
A speck inside the swirl of wind,
before I take a bow.
My knees may bend
but I shall stand,
for with these curves of life I plan,
to be of truth that keeps my eyes a blaze,
life’s unexpected moments shall not phase.
Don’t rule me out for tears I cry,
in moments that I shan’t deny.
All steps within a ladder I must climb
each toss of wind so chiseled in my time.
I rise, I fall, I sway, I’m still
but tears shall never shake my will…
For tears like rain must water what will grow,
life’s lessons and life’s virtues I will sow.
Deo Volente
January 13, 2011
a cast off from the clouds.
A speck inside the swirl of wind,
before I take a bow.
My knees may bend
but I shall stand,
for with these curves of life I plan,
to be of truth that keeps my eyes a blaze,
life’s unexpected moments shall not phase.
Don’t rule me out for tears I cry,
in moments that I shan’t deny.
All steps within a ladder I must climb
each toss of wind so chiseled in my time.
I rise, I fall, I sway, I’m still
but tears shall never shake my will…
For tears like rain must water what will grow,
life’s lessons and life’s virtues I will sow.
Deo Volente
January 13, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Rain
Rain is but a heavenly shower,
that washes away the doubts of morrow.
To nurture the soil and seed of sure…
so we may grow to something more.
D.V.
January 8, 2011
that washes away the doubts of morrow.
To nurture the soil and seed of sure…
so we may grow to something more.
D.V.
January 8, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
Fool
It's another dreary day, the sun has taken refuge behind a blanket of gray clouds and my heart has joined it. I found it strange that the year began so gloomy but as the saying goes... "you never see smoke without fire". I had high hopes this year for things I shall and ought not mention. Funny how age has no bearing on dreams yet time makes all the difference. So I wonder, heavy heart and all, when will the sun return? When will the light of a new day peak out at this heart with warmth? Tis a dreary day indeed, much like the color of this dream.
one heartfelt dream 'tis stolen now
by thief of time, I wonder how
one broken stone it took
lean closer, take a look
yes faulty was that dreams' design
a blueprint that held all the signs
though blameless is the sun
where darkness has begun
for clouds were woven thick and gray
and thus no sparkle made its way
too weak to shatter through
what else could sunlight do
it may as well be dark as night
for loneliness has strangled sight
who fights I ask for naught
who cares for what they've got
who sees the bump around the bend
and presses on the gas my friend
who, my dear, alas...
this feeble mind does ask.
for in it spins a thousand thoughts
in hopes that one true spark is caught
to shed light on the way
to ease what brings dismay
how foolish was that thought to dream
of darkness in recurring theme
to wish for light of day
a wiser lad might say...
but fools have dreams as all else do
and yes they try to see them through
their flaw comes with their heart...
for that is where they start,
this lesson I impart.
Deo Volente
January 7, 2011.
one heartfelt dream 'tis stolen now
by thief of time, I wonder how
one broken stone it took
lean closer, take a look
yes faulty was that dreams' design
a blueprint that held all the signs
though blameless is the sun
where darkness has begun
for clouds were woven thick and gray
and thus no sparkle made its way
too weak to shatter through
what else could sunlight do
it may as well be dark as night
for loneliness has strangled sight
who fights I ask for naught
who cares for what they've got
who sees the bump around the bend
and presses on the gas my friend
who, my dear, alas...
this feeble mind does ask.
for in it spins a thousand thoughts
in hopes that one true spark is caught
to shed light on the way
to ease what brings dismay
how foolish was that thought to dream
of darkness in recurring theme
to wish for light of day
a wiser lad might say...
but fools have dreams as all else do
and yes they try to see them through
their flaw comes with their heart...
for that is where they start,
this lesson I impart.
Deo Volente
January 7, 2011.
flight 2
In still of wind one bird will fly
To say hello, to say goodbye
A dream that stirs till dawn
Those tiny wings so strong
A span that spreads with daring might
Within the doubts of that first flight
The nest no longer cradles
A truth beyond its fables
How strong the trust in leap must be
To face the air beyond that tree
A chance that she may fall
Determined to stand tall
Who knows but fate, one second more
Who knows but God, what is in store
Within the fears and pain…
She spreads her wings again
To soar atop the tree that was
In flight to be of life, of love
The leap that comes with step,
from whence she grew and slept…
Gods’ arms now she is kept.
Deo Volente
January 7, 2011
To say hello, to say goodbye
A dream that stirs till dawn
Those tiny wings so strong
A span that spreads with daring might
Within the doubts of that first flight
The nest no longer cradles
A truth beyond its fables
How strong the trust in leap must be
To face the air beyond that tree
A chance that she may fall
Determined to stand tall
Who knows but fate, one second more
Who knows but God, what is in store
Within the fears and pain…
She spreads her wings again
To soar atop the tree that was
In flight to be of life, of love
The leap that comes with step,
from whence she grew and slept…
Gods’ arms now she is kept.
Deo Volente
January 7, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
One...
Just beyond a flicker
A fire starts its journey…
I can hear the voices warn me
But legs as logic fail
And thus begins thy tale
Of woman and of pain
Inside and out of rain
One drop caress
Two drops a mess
Each one to disappear
Please tell me why I’m here
Some walls we simply cannot scale
Some times we are just meant to fail
No matter hearts’ desire
Each flicker turns to fire.
What knows the dark
Will seek the light
What comes by day will glow by night
The heart will always know
A curse that is just so
For though the voices find defeat
Each step adds up to thy retreat
And thus the tale is told...
One shatter heart of old.
Be Brave, Be Strong, Be Bold!
Deo Volente
January 5, 2011
A fire starts its journey…
I can hear the voices warn me
But legs as logic fail
And thus begins thy tale
Of woman and of pain
Inside and out of rain
One drop caress
Two drops a mess
Each one to disappear
Please tell me why I’m here
Some walls we simply cannot scale
Some times we are just meant to fail
No matter hearts’ desire
Each flicker turns to fire.
What knows the dark
Will seek the light
What comes by day will glow by night
The heart will always know
A curse that is just so
For though the voices find defeat
Each step adds up to thy retreat
And thus the tale is told...
One shatter heart of old.
Be Brave, Be Strong, Be Bold!
Deo Volente
January 5, 2011
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