Live with your whole being everyday of your life. Your reward will be true happiness.Rebecca Thomas Shane
Lightheaded and heavyhearted-
Like a sad dried up river in the desert. Longing for the rains of your love not hate That showers on the cracks of my mood To leave me flowing in a blissful state.
Feeling faint from the thirst my heart has- To be quenched by standing tall next to you, So I don’t fall for you stall my weakness And shine a light on the strength- Hidden in the shadow of tomorrow In who’s wake their sleeps no sorrow.
I am moments away from collapsing- To the floor, for no longer are you here To support me like strong Atlas holding Upright the earth, from gravitating towards death.
Lightheaded and heavyhearted. Feeling faint from the thirst my heart has, I am moments away from collapsing- To the floor for my will to stay alive Has been torn to shreds by the claws On the paws of your death.
You are the only problem you will ever have and you are the only solution.
When my creativity wears a noose Around his neck I pray to you, Oh Muse! Who since ages long ago played your lyre To inspire poets to write satire.
You who artists describe with much fondness, And is known by many as a Goddess- Blessed with an incomparable beauty Though they saw you not in reality.
Oh Muse! Hear the sweet cries of a poet Who in the night, and the day wants to flirt With you for you shot him with an arrow Laced with love that was released from your bow.
He finds himself wishing that one day you’ll-
Sing to him. Oh Muse! Of the mighty men Who in their fathers den picked up a pen, To write the poems you wish them create Wielding the forces you give them to aid- In composing what could never be said, Only felt within them it made them glad.
Never saw you. You and I never spoke But when the time came for me to invoke Your talent, you walked straight into my heart To help me in crafting beautiful art- So I know you’ll always come when I call Even if I’m trapped behind a stone wall.
Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can.
For forty years i felt the beating of my heart. The rhythm of which i compared to a broken drum. Till in my life you came and made it start to dart. Like strings from a harp when the bard makes them thrum.
The music it makes, makes me want to sing. Along to the song that you inspired with your love. A song fit for the ears of many a queen 'nd king. As well as the halls of GOD's in the sky above.
For forty years i felt the beating of my heart. And i knew not whether it would be made to dance. A merry jig the masses would consider Art. Or one that would make many want to shift their glance.
For forty years i felt the beating of my heart. Which before you came, was clearly being torn apart.
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Shall i, compare thee to a dream of Spring? For when i entered a state of slumber My melancholy mood, began blooming Into a mood, that brought fourth its flower. Thou art more sweeter than a buzzing bee. A conquerer; more regal than a queen. Pollinating my sadness into glee. Turning the dry desert , of my heart green. Of you, the very air must be jealous. Scent from heaven; thou aroma will lure Many men to come your way and make fuss. In illness, hoping you will be their cure. But alas; i awoke from my slumber Feeling cold from the bold bitter winter.