☆°▪︎ IS LOVE NOT ENOUGH (I STILL DREAM) ▪︎°☆

I

know

.

y

o

u

.

wanted

.

m

e

.

to

.

b

e

.

perfect,

.

.

i

n

.

.

every

possible

way . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

although,

.

.

I

try

.

I

know

.

I

.

c

a

n

never

navigate

.

a

l

l

.

the

obstacles

.

y

o

u

.

place . . .

.

.

.

 ~ all

.

t

h

e

.

obstacles

.

y

o

u

.

place . . .

.

.

.

within

.

y

o

u

r

.

proving

maze . . .

.

.

.

Is

love

.

n

o

t

.

enough ?

.

.

.

Is

love

.

n

o

t

.

enough . . .

.

.

.

t

o

separate

away

.

f

r

o

m

.

the

silhouettes

stained

.

b

y

.

your

eternal

gray . . .

.

.

.

Is

love

.

n

o

t

.

enough ?

.

.

.

Is

love

.

n

o

t

.

enough . . .

.

.

.

t

o

move

away

.

a

n

d

.

into

.

s

o

m

e

.

brighter

day . . .

.

.

.

 ~ away

.

f

r

o

m

.

the

rot

.

a

n

d

.

waste

.

t

h

a

t

.

decays . . .

.

.

.

Is

love

.

n

o

t

.

enough ?

.

.

.

Is

love

.

n

o

t

.

enough . . .

.

.

.

t

o

make

opinions

sway . . .

.

.

.

 ~ to

gain

.

a

.

warm

embrace

.

s

o

.

I

.

do

.

n

o

t

.

fade

beneath

.

t

h

e

.

setting

haze

.

l

i

k

e

.

those

.

f

r

o

m

.

yesterday . . .

.

.

.

I

try

.

s

o

.

hard . . .

.

.

.

 ~ I

try

.

s

o

.

hard . . .

.

.

.

t

o

be

.

s

o

.

clean,

.

.

s

o

.

.

sincere,

.

.

s

o

.

.

pristine . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

.

I

pray

.

I

.

c

a

n

.

be

.

t

h

e

.

each,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

all,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

everything,

.

.

b

u

t

.

.

ponder

.

h

o

w

.

much

you

.

w

o

u

l

d

.

truly

believe . . .

.

.

.

 ~ how

much

.

y

o

u

.

would

.

truly

believe . . ,

.

.

.

I

.

a

m

.

still

me . . .

.

.

.

I

.

a

m

.

still

me . . .

.

.

.

b

u

t

.

.

.

I

dream . . .

.

.

.

I

dream . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

you

offer

.

m

e

.

defeat . . .

.

.

.

I

dream . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

you

feed

.

m

e

.

reality . . .

.

.

.

I

dream . . .

.

.

.

I

dream . . .

.

.

.

I

dream . . .

.

.

.

I

dream . . .

.

.

.

I

dream . . .

.

.

.

b

u

t

now,

instead

.

o

f

.

angels

.

o

n

l

y

.

demons

breathe . . .

.

.

.

Instead

.

o

f

.

hope,

.

.

I

.

f

e

e

l

.

unease . . .

.

.

.

 ~ I

.

f

e

e

l

.

unease . . .

.

.

.

y

e

t

still,

.

.

I

dream . . .

.

.

.

I

.

s

t

i

l

l

.

dream.

Reflection: This was a forgotten personal struggle-themed poem that I wrote back in September of 2007 where the affected party struggles against a brutal, judgmental, domineering force. Nothing the affected party does will ever be enough – so, self-acceptance and standing up for oneself is most likely the best path to pursue.

☆°▪︎ A WONDERFUL TIME ▪︎°☆

I hope you had

a wonderful time . . .

I hope you had

the time of your life . . .

I hope you had

a wonderful time . . .

I hope you had

the time of your life . . .

.

.

.

I

.

w

i

l

l

.

never

forget

.

t

h

e

.

night

.

y

o

u

r

.

warmth

merged

.

w

i

t

h

.

mine . . .

.

.

.

I

.

w

i

l

l

.

never

forget

.

t

h

e

.

night

.

o

f

.

rhyme,

romance,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

wine . . .

.

.

.

I

left

.

i

t

.

behind . . .

.

.

.

 ~ I

left

.

i

t

.

all

behind . . .

.

.

.

while

.

t

h

e

.

diamonds

glimmered

bright . . .

.

.

.

while

.

t

h

e

.

paradise

warmly

shined . . .

.

.

.

I

know

.

i

t

.

might

come

.

a

s

.

some

surprise,

.

.

b

u

t

.

.

I

.

took

each

.

o

f

.

these

moments,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

made

love

.

f

o

r

.

hours

.

a

t

.

a

time . . .

.

.

.

without

leaving

.

t

h

e

.

dream

behind . . .

.

.

.

 ~ without

leaving

.

t

h

e

.

dream

behind . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

now

.

t

h

e

.

gentle

footsteps

.

o

f

.

youth,

eternally

dance:

.

.

.

within

.

m

y

.

mind . . .

.

.

.

within

.

m

y

.

mind . . .

.

.

.

within

.

m

y

.

mind . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

the

daydream

.

s

t

i

l

l

.

ever

.

s

o

.

sweetly

smiles . . .

.

.

.

I

.

h

o

p

e

.

whenever

.

y

o

u

.

look

behind,

.

.

y

o

u

.

.

find

.

a

.

part

.

o

f

.

me

.

t

h

a

t

.

still

makes

.

y

o

u

.

smile . . .

.

.

.

 ~ some

part

.

o

f

.

me

.

t

h

a

t

.

does

.

n

o

t

.

bring

tears

.

t

o

.

your

eyes . . .

.

.

.

f

o

r

.

.

.

I

am

.

n

o

t

.

the

ordinary

guy,

.

.

b

u

t

.

.

one

who

.

w

o

u

l

d

.

rather

leave,

warmly

content

.

w

i

t

h

.

a

pocket

.

f

u

l

l

.

of

alibis

.

a

n

d

.

reasons

why,

.

.

t

h

a

n

.

.

stay

behind

.

l

o

n

g

.

enough

.

t

o

.

watch

.

t

h

e

.

starlight

die . . .

.

.

.

 ~ than

stay

behind

.

t

o

.

watch

.

t

h

e

.

starlight

die . . .

.

.

.

f

o

r

.

.

.

I

.

w

o

u

l

d

.

rather

leave . . .

.

.

.

I

.

w

o

u

l

d

.

rather

leave . . .

.

.

.

I

.

w

o

u

l

d

.

rather

leave . . .

.

.

.

while

.

t

h

e

.

want

.

s

t

i

l

l

.

burns . . .

.

.

.

 ~ while

.

t

h

e

.

want

.

s

t

i

l

l

.

burns

.

within

.

y

o

u

r

.

eyes . . .

.

.

.

I hope you had

a wonderful time . . .

I hope you had

the time of your life . . .

I hope you had

a wonderful time . . .

I hope you had

the time of your life.

Reflection: This was a romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in July of 2002 in reflection of a brief, but powerful romantic experiences I had back when I was very young and awkward. People so greatly and easily moved and inspired me back then.

☆°▪︎ CRYSTAL ▪︎°☆

I

.

kneeled

.

t

o

.

you,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

your

delusions

.

o

f

.

sex,

paranoia,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

confusion . . .

.

.

.

y

e

t

still,

.

.

y

o

u

.

.

infect

me . . .

.

.

.

You

infect

.

m

e

.

with

.

y

o

u

r

.

tease . . .

.

.

.

 ~ you

infect

me . . .

.

.

.

You

infect

.

m

e

.

with

.

y

o

u

r

.

greed . . .

.

.

.

 ~ you

infect

me . . .

.

.

.

You

bleed

.

m

y

.

self-esteem,

until

nothing

.

b

u

t

.

you

remains

.

o

f

.

me . . .

.

.

.

I

can’t

restrain

.

t

h

e

.

urge . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

I

can’t

control

.

t

h

e

.

burn . . .

.

.

.

I

can’t

restrain

.

t

h

e

.

urge . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

I

can’t

control

.

t

h

e

.

burn . . .

.

.

.

I

can’t

restrain

.

t

h

e

.

urge . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

I

can’t

control

.

t

h

e

.

burn . . .

.

.

.

f

o

r

you

always

.

promise

more,

.

.

t

h

a

n

.

.

you

did

.

t

h

e

.

time

before . . .

.

.

.

You

always

.

promise

more . . .

.

.

.

You

always

.

promise

more . . .

.

.

.

You

always

.

promise

more . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

days

later

.

nothing

new

.

i

s

.

secured . . .

.

.

.

leaving

.

m

e

.

crushed

.

a

n

d

.

crumpled

.

o

n

.

the

floor . . .

.

.

.

 ~ you

leave

.

m

e

.

crushed

.

a

n

d

.

crumpled

.

o

n

.

the

floor . . .

.

.

.

Crystal,

.

please

.

d

o

.

not

let

.

t

h

e

.

days

.

g

o

.

by . . .

.

.

.

f

o

r

every

time

.

y

o

u

.

come

around,

.

.

m

y

.

.

good

intentions

.

s

p

i

n

.

’round

.

a

n

d

.

’round,

and

.

.

f

a

l

l

.

.

up

.

a

n

d

.

down . . .

.

.

.

 ~ they

.

s

p

i

n

.

’round

.

a

n

d

.

’round,

and

.

.

f

a

l

l

.

.

up

.

a

n

d

.

down . . .

.

.

.

a

s

you

hold

.

m

e

.

hostage,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

race

.

m

y

.

time

.

b

y

.

leaps

.

a

n

d

.

bounds . . .

.

.

.

Hour,

after

hour,

after

hour . . .

.

.

.

underground . . .

.

.

.

Hour,

after

hour,

after

hour . . .

.

.

.

spellbound . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

although

.

I

.

never

.

s

e

e

.

them,

.

.

I

.

.

always

hear

.

t

h

e

.

sound . . .

.

.

.

I

always

hear

.

t

h

e

.

sound . . .

.

.

.

I

always

hear

.

t

h

e

.

sound . . .

.

.

.

I

always

hear

.

t

h

e

.

sound . . .

.

.

.

o

f

maneuvers

.

o

n

.

the

ground . . .

.

.

.

 ~ maneuvers

.

o

n

.

the

ground . . .

.

.

.

ever

seeking

.

t

o

.

surround.

Reflection: This was a personal struggle-themed poem that I wrote back in May of 2002 where the affected party becomes consumed by an addiction he or she just cannot resist or overcome – and wakes repeatedly to chaos, darkness, confusion, and clutter. It becomes a lifelong struggle – and it seems the affected party will never be able to escape the forces of temptation, addiction, and compulsion. The struggle can represent any form of temptation, addiction, or compulsion: drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, obsessions, etc.

☆°▪︎ TEASING MY EACH AND EVERY NEED ▪︎°☆

Here,

.

.

I

remove

.

t

h

e

.

clothes

.

o

f

.

false

impressions . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

moral

perceptions . . .

.

.

.

I

strip

down . . .

.

.

.

I

strip

down . . .

.

.

.

I

strip

down . . .

.

.

.

t

o

what

.

i

s

.

truly

me . . .

.

.

.

 ~ entertaining

my

.

o

w

n

.

beliefs

.

a

n

d

.

fantasies . . .

.

.

.

without

having

.

t

o

.

worry

about

.

w

h

a

t

.

others

.

m

i

g

h

t

.

think . . .

.

.

.

o

r

how

others

.

m

i

g

h

t

.

feel . . .

.

.

.

 ~ how

others

.

m

i

g

h

t

.

think

.

o

r

.

feel . . .

.

.

.

Would

you

.

b

e

.

surprised

.

t

o

.

find,

.

.

t

h

a

t

.

.

although

.

y

o

u

.

sleep

next

.

t

o

.

me

.

a

t

.

night,

.

.

t

h

e

.

.

door

.

w

a

s

.

hidden

.

a

l

l

.

the

while . . .

.

.

.

 ~ the

door

.

w

a

s

.

hidden

.

a

l

l

.

the

while . . .

.

.

.

 ~ the

door

.

t

o

.

the

life

.

I

.

t

r

y

.

to

deny . . .

.

.

.

 ~ the

life

.

I

.

t

r

y

.

to

deny . . .

.

.

.

where

I

entertain,

multiple

guests

.

a

t

.

a

time . . .

.

.

.

w

h

o

seduce

me

.

w

i

t

h

.

silent

smiles

.

w

h

e

n

.

they

look
.

i

n

t

o

.

my

eyes . . .

.

.

.

 ~ who

maneuver

.

t

o

.

seek

.

a

n

d

.

find . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

seek

.

a

n

d

.

find . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

seek

.

a

n

d

.

find . . .

.

.

.

m

y

most

prized

.

a

n

d

.

private

passions

.

burning

inside . . .

.

.

.

They

.

b

u

r

n

.

inside . . .

.

.

.

They

.

b

u

r

n

.

inside . . .

.

.

.

They

.

b

u

r

n

.

inside . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

they

always

know

.

w

h

e

n

.

it’s

time

.

t

o

,

leave . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

they

always

know

.

w

h

e

n

.

it’s

time

.

t

o

.

arrive . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

they

.

a

r

e

.

always

willing

.

t

o

.

wine,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

dine,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

spend

.

t

h

e

.

time . . .

.

.

.

a

l

l

hours

.

o

f

.

the

day

.

o

r

.

night . . .

.

.

.

 ~ all

hours

.

o

f

.

the

day

.

o

r

.

night . . .

.

.

.

You

might

.

b

e

.

surprised

.

t

o

.

find,

faces

.

y

o

u

.

recognize . . .

.

.

.

b

u

t

you’ll

never

know

.

f

o

r

.

sure . . .

.

.

.

 ~ you’ll

never

know

.

f

o

r

.

sure . . .

.

.

.

f

o

r

they

.

d

o

.

not

.

s

a

y

.

a

word . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

they

.

d

o

.

not

linger

.

a

t

.

the

door . . .

.

.

.

 ~ they

do

.

n

o

t

.

linger

.

a

t

.

the

door . . .

.

.

.

Closer . . .

.

.

.

 ~ you

want

.

t

o

.

be

closer . . .

.

.

.

b

u

t

how

will

.

y

o

u

.

ever

compete

.

w

i

t

h

.

those

.

t

h

a

t

.

live

.

i

n

.

fantasy ?

.

.

.

 ~ how

will

.

y

o

u

.

ever

compete

.

w

i

t

h

.

those

.

w

h

o

.

whisper

softly . . .

.

.

.

sweetly . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

serenely ?

.

.

.

How

will

.

y

o

u

.

compete ?

.

.

.

How

will

.

y

o

u

.

compete ?

.

.

.

How

will

.

y

o

u

.

compete ?

.

.

.

w

i

t

h

those

.

w

h

o

.

relentlessly

tease . . .

.

.

.

 ~ with

those

.

w

h

o

.

relentlessly

tease

.

m

y

.

each

.

a

n

d

.

every

need,

from

.

.

d

e

e

p

.

.

inside

.

o

f

.

me.

Reflection: This was a romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in May of 2002 in reflection of the haunting tease of romantic fantasies that tug, and pull, and maneuver, and compete for attention to the point they can derail any real, present-day romances being pursued or engaged in at the time. I’ve had a few experiences like this in my life – especially in my younger days – as I’m sure many others have.

☆°▪︎ CENTER STAGE ▪︎°☆

You

.

cause

.

y

o

u

r

.

own

.

pain . . .

.

.

.

You

.

create

.

y

o

u

r

.

own

.

shame . . .

.

.

.

s

t

i

l

l

you

.

drag

.

m

e

.

in . . .

.

.

.

 ~ you

.

drag

.

m

e

.

in,

just

.

t

h

e

.

same . . .

.

.

.

f

o

r

everyone

.

y

o

u

.

know:

!must pay!

!!must pay!!

!!!must pay!!!

!!!!must pay!!!!

.

.

.

f

o

r

each

.

a

n

d

.

every

.

.

repeating

.

mistake . . .

.

.

.

 ~ leaving

.

all

.

t

h

e

.

others

.

t

o

.

worry

.

w

i

t

h

.

wait,

.

.

f

o

r

.

.

the

.

next

.

cycle . . .

.

.

.

o

f

repeating

.

yesterdays . . .

.

.

.

 ~ of

repeating

.

reasons

.

why,

.

.

t

h

e

y

.

.

must

.

t

a

k

e

.

center

.

stage,

within

.

t

h

e

.

same,

recurring,

doomsday

play . . .

.

.

.

 ~ within

.

t

h

e

.

same,

recurring,

doomsday

play . . .

.

.

.

page,

after

page,

after

page,

after

page,

after

page.

Reflection: This was a personal struggle-themed poem that I wrote back in May of 2002 where the affected party is the friend or family member of someone who flirts with temptation and repeatedly gets drawn into the depths of the darkness and chaos it brings – being addicted to the “ride” into what is likely to be a lifelong, all-consuming struggle against the forces of temptation, addiction, compulsion, and distraction in whatever flavors they might be (drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, obsessions, etc). This is one of the few poems I have ever written on this subject focused on the helpers themselves – helpers that can be deeply affected by the turmoil, chaos, and setbacks created by the people they love who repeatedly suffer from temptations, addictions, compulsions, and distractions in life.

☆°▪︎ MODERN DAY REFLECTION (LONDON ~ 1940) ▪︎°☆

Reflection: This was a reflection-themed poem that I wrote back in May of 2002 inspired by Britain’s struggle against Germany in the early part of World War II and photographs during that time. I just can’t imagine how devastating it must be to watch your city burn. Several more recent conflicts could also apply.

Here’s the poem which comes from my book Burning . . . Burning Blue: https://brighterdayslifecoaching.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/11/Modern-Day-Reflection-London-1940.pdf

☆°▪︎ THE BLADES CHURNING . . . CHURNING ▪︎°☆

The

.

loving . . .

.

.

.

trusting . . .

.

.

.

playful . . .

.

.

.

little

.

puppy,

skips,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

dances,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

plays . . .

.

.

.

i

n

the

.

magic

.

a

n

d

.

joy,

.

.

o

f

.

.

each

.

a

n

d

.

every

.

day,

.

.

t

h

a

t

.

.

passes

.

h

e

r

.

way . . .

.

.

.

She

.

skips,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

dances,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

plays . . .

.

.

.

She

.

skips,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

dances,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

plays . . .

.

.

.

She

.

skips,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

dances,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

plays . . .

.

.

.

until

.

s

o

m

e

.

lunatic

.

crazed,

ties

.

h

e

r

.

awkward

.

footsteps

.

.

d

o

w

n

.

.

in

.

their

.

place . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

ignores

.

h

e

r

.

helpless

yelps,

pleas,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

cries . . .

.

.

.

 ~ he

ignores

.

h

e

r

.

helpless

yelps,

pleas,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

cries . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

sends

.

h

e

r

.

spinning

’round,

.

a

n

d

.

’round,

.

a

n

d

.

’round,

.

a

n

d

.

’round,

.

a

n

d

.

’round . . .

.

.

.

into

.

t

h

e

.

churning

.

blades . . .

.

.

.

into

.

t

h

e

.

churning

.

blades . . .

.

.

.

o

f

the

!slaughterhouse!

.

.

.

Let

.

u

s

.

march

.

o

u

r

.

little

.

boys . . .

.

.

.

Let

.

u

s

.

march

.

o

u

r

.

little

.

boys . . .

.

.

.

t

o

the

.

front . . .

.

.

.

 ~ haven’t

.

y

o

u

.

heard ?

!There’s a war going on!

.

.

.

March them . . . March

.

into

.

t

h

e

.

smoking,

.

choking

.

haze . . .

.

.

.

March them . . . March

.

until

.

t

h

e

.

end

.

o

f

.

their

.

days . . .

.

.

.

Let’s

.

send

.

o

u

r

.

armies,

.

.

o

f

.

.

tender,

.

youthful

.

flesh

.

a

n

d

.

faith . . .

.

.

.

against

.

t

h

e

.

hungry,

.

churning

.

blades . . .

.

.

.

 ~ against

.

t

h

e

.

hungry,

.

churning

.

blades . . .

.

.

.

o

f

!barbed wire!

.

.

.

o

f

!!exploding blasts!!

.

.

.

o

f

!!!machine gun fire!!!

.

.

.

Such

.

a

.

small

.

sacrifice,

.

.

s

o

.

.

the

.

rest

.

c

a

n

.

wine,

.

.

dine,

.

a

n

d

.

opine . . .

.

.

.

 ~ so

the

.

rest

.

c

a

n

.

wine,

.

.

dine,

.

a

n

d

.

opine . . .

.

.

.

Such

.

a

.

small

.

sacrifice . . .

.

.

.

Such

.

a

.

small

.

sacrifice . . .

.

.

.

 ~ just

.

a

.

f

e

w

.

youthful . . .

.

.

.

tender . . .

.

.

.

lives . . .

.

.

.

Let’s

.

love

.

a

n

d

.

embrace

.

o

u

r

.

trusting,

.

playful

.

puppies . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

then

.

send

.

them

.

.

t

o

.

.

the

.

!slaughterhouse!

.

.

.

Let’s

.

love

.

a

n

d

.

embrace

.

o

u

r

.

trusting,

.

playful

.

puppies . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

then

.

send

.

them

.

.

t

o

.

.

the

.

!slaughterhouse!

.

.

.

Let’s

.

love

.

a

n

d

.

embrace

.

o

u

r

.

trusting,

.

playful

.

puppies . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

then

.

send

.

them

.

.

t

o

.

.

the

.

!slaughterhouse!

.

.

.

!!to the slaughterhouse!!

!!!to the slaughterhouse!!!

!!!!to the slaughterhouse!!!!

!!!!!to the slaughterhouse!!!!!

Reflection: This is a reflective-themed poem that I wrote back in April 2002 in reflection of the children and young people I knew and the potential dismal future they might have – not by their choice but as a consequence of the state of the world affairs at the time. This poem seems even more relevant today. So many of our youths have been sent off to war with little meaning or purpose. I hope that in the future we will only engage in wars that we all collectively believe in and that we then all join hands and march off to war together (i.e., not just send our youths to do our fighting for us).

☆°▪︎ MISTY WATERCOLOR WORDS ▪︎°☆

If

.

I

.

could

.

fuel

.

t

h

e

.

want

.

a

n

d

.

desire

.

behind

.

y

o

u

r

.

eyes,

would

.

y

o

u

.

forever

.

warm

.

m

y

.

life,

.

.

w

i

t

h

.

.

the

.

sunrise

.

o

f

.

your

.

smile ?

.

.

.

 ~ would

.

y

o

u

.

remain

.

right

.

h

e

r

e

.

with

.

m

e

.

tonight ?

.

.

.

 ~ would

.

y

o

u

.

remain

.

right

.

h

e

r

e

.

with

.

m

e

.

tonight ?

.

.

.

f

o

r

even

.

i

f

.

only

.

a

.

single

.

memory

.

resides,

somewhere

.

within

.

m

y

.

mind,

that

.

alone

.

might

.

b

e

.

worth

.

t

h

e

.

while . . .

.

.

.

 ~ that

alone

.

might

.

b

e

.

the

.

best

.

.

I

.

.

could

.

e

v

e

r

.

find . . .

.

.

.

 ~ it

might

.

b

e

.

the

.

best

.

.

I

.

.

could

.

e

v

e

r

.

find,

.

.

i

n

.

.

my

.

life . . .

.

.

.

Every

.

night

.

m

y

.

anticipation

.

r

u

n

s

.

wild . . .

.

.

.

Every

.

night

.

m

y

.

anticipation

.

r

u

n

s

.

wild . . .

.

.

.

Every

.

night

.

m

y

.

anticipation

.

r

u

n

s

.

wild . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

with

.

e

v

e

r

y

.

rising

.

dawn,

.

.

m

y

.

hope

.

filled

.

tides,

divide

.

a

n

d

.

multiply . . .

.

.

.

 ~ they

divide

.

a

n

d

.

multiply . . .

.

.

.

every

.

time

.

I

.

dream . . .

.

.

.

 ~ every

time

.

I

.

dream

.

about

.

you

.

a

n

d

.

I . . .

.

.

.

Misty

.

watercolor

.

words,

fill

.

w

i

t

h

.

desire,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

always

.

arrive

.

w

i

t

h

.

sentimental

.

tears

.

i

n

.

my

eyes . . .

.

.

.

 ~ they

always

.

arrive

.

w

i

t

h

.

sentimental

.

tears

.

i

n

.

my

eyes . . .

.

.

.

Will

.

I

.

forever

.

reside . . .

.

.

.

Will

.

I

.

forever

.

reside . . .

.

.

.

Will

.

I

.

forever

.

reside . . .

.

.

.

i

n

this

.

place,

.

.

o

n

.

.

the

.

edge

.

o

f

.

wait . . .

.

.

.

reaching

.

f

o

r

.

the

.

faith . . .

.

.

.

reaching

.

f

o

r

.

the

.

faith . . .

.

.

.

reaching

.

f

o

r

.

the

.

faith . . .

.

.

.

t

h

a

t

someday

.

y

o

u

.

may

.

decide

.

t

o

.

change . . .

.

.

.

 ~ someday

.

y

o

u

.

may

.

decide

.

t

o

.

engage.

Reflection: This was a romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in March of 2002 in reflection of a powerful romantic attraction I had towards someone back then. I felt like I would have done almost anything to make things happen between us – but the more I tried the more distant things became. Such is the way things go I suppose. I’ve had multiple experiences like this in my life as I’m sure many others have. I’m at least happy I tried. I wrote most of this poem by listening to the wonderful song “Almost Hear You Sigh” by The Rolling Stones which I played in the background to create the “moodset” for the poem and inspire the writing of the poem. So, if you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.

☆°▪︎ SURRENDER TO SHAME – I SAVOR THE PAIN ▪︎°☆

Surrender

.

t

o

.

shame,

.

.

I

.

.

savor

.

t

h

e

.

pain . . .

.

.

.

 ~ I

savor

.

t

h

e

.

pain,

.

.

o

f

.

.

every

.

vibrant

.

d

a

y

.

that

.

suddenly

.

begins

.

t

o

.

fill

.

w

i

t

h

.

gray . . .

.

.

.

 ~ that

begins

.

t

o

.

bleed

.

w

i

t

h

.

rain . . .

.

.

.

It

.

begins

.

t

o

.

bleed . . .

.

.

.

It

.

begins

.

t

o

.

bleed . . .

.

.

.

It

.

begins

.

t

o

.

bleed

.

w

i

t

h

.

rain . . .

.

.

.

 ~ surrender

.

t

o

.

shame,

.

.

I

.

.

savor

.

t

h

e

.

pain . . .

.

.

.

Surrender

.

t

o

.

shame,

.

.

I

.

.

savor

.

t

h

e

.

pain . . .

.

.

.

.

o

f

all

.

t

h

e

.

fun

.

a

n

d

.

laughter,

.

.

t

h

a

t

.

begins

.

t

o

.

fade . . .

.

.

.

o

f

all
.

t

h

e

.

neglect

.

t

h

a

t

.

begins

.

t

o

.

stain . . .

.

.

.

o

f

all

.

t

h

e

.

joys

.

w

h

i

c

h

.

never

.

came

.

t

o

.

stay . . .

.

.

.

 ~ surrender

.

t

o

.

shame,

.

.

I

.

.

savor

.

t

h

e

.

pain . . .

.

.

.

Surrender

.

t

o

.

shame,

.

.

I

.

.

savor

.

t

h

e

.

pain . . .

.

.

.

.

f

o

r

a

.

part

.

o

f

.

you

.

here

.

y

e

t

.

still

.

remains . . .

.

.

.

 ~ a

part

.

o

f

.

you

.

here

.

s

t

i

l

l

.

remains . . .

.

.

.

I

.

will

.

n

o

t

.

allow

.

y

o

u

r

.

spirit

.

t

o

.

drift

.

away . . .

.

.

.

I

.

will

.

n

o

t

.

allow

.

y

o

u

r

.

memory

.

t

o

.

fade . . .

.

.

.

 ~ I

.

will

.

n

o

t

.

allow

.

y

o

u

r

.

memory

.

t

o

.

fade . . .

.

.

.

s

o

for

.

each

.

a

n

d

.

every

.

day

.

t

h

a

t

.

remains

.

I

.

w

i

l

l

.

surrender

.

t

o

.

shame,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

savor

.

t

h

e

.

pain.

Reflection: This was a melancholy-themed poem that I wrote back in January of 2002 where the affected party continues to honor and keep alive the memory of someone that really meant something to him or her – even though it tends to taint, weigh, and have a negative impact on his/her life. At times, those who go away, you love and appreciate even more today.

☆°▪︎ LINGERING PICTURES AND WORDS ▪︎°☆

Reflection: This was a romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in January of 2002 where the romancer meets someone he or she is highly attracted to who ends up absorbing and consuming much of his/her life throughout the days, weeks, and/or months of attraction. In hindsight, much of the initial attraction was more driven by perception and fantasy rather than reality. I’ve had a few experiences like this in my life as I’m sure most people have from time to time.

Here’s the poem which comes from my book Burning . . . Burning Blue: https://brighterdayslifecoaching.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/11/Lingering-Pictures-and-Words.pdf