All About the Ring

Beauty that shines like the stars in heaven

Sensual comfort fit

Wrapped neatly around your finger

How many diamonds does it have?

Is the clarity bad?

Does it outshine the moon?

Can it be seen across the vast seas?

Will it bring you contentment?

The larger the more happiness promised

Is your love measured by how massive the stone is?

Is your heart so shallow that the only thing

Conceived is the price tag hanging from it

What happens if it’s lost or stolen?

Will your love suddenly fade away?

How much more do you treasure

The superficial piece of happily ever after

What if there was no ring presented to you

Would your love suddenly get amnesia

Is it more important than the heart that’s

Offering you a spiritual connection

In the end it’s been all about the ring

Not what it should stand for

When Love Comes Knocking

When love comes knocking at your door

 Waiting to capture you away in its arms

Will you peek through your peep hole?

To see who it is

Or will you take a leap of faith and

Open the door so love can walk in

Tango with your soul

Having your emotions tightly held in an embrace

Body and earth spinning out of control

Has your heart been stepped on one time too many

And the knock is representing your pain with each rhythmic sound

Taunting you daring you to open the door to your heart

So it can come in and take possession

Or do you take a chance and forgive, heal the hurt

Let love saunter on in to mesmerize you with passion

How many times does it take to get it right?

How many opportunities do we get to love again?

You ask yourself what if I get hurt once more and this

Dance ends like all the rest, leaving your heart heaving

Yet still unfulfilled

Debating on opening the door as the knock becomes louder

The vibration of the pounding matching the uncertainty of

Your heart beats

Let me in to love you as you should be loved

Echoes each cannonade tempo

When love knocks will you open the door?

Embrace your future

Or ignore it and live forever wondering…

Oblivion

To wish away memories

Never give birth to pain

Letting remembrances remain in oblivion

Restless reminiscences roam unable to rest

Unsettle thoughts dangle from tears

Shadows of the past cast a sorrowful aura

Always a reminder of regrets that linger

Tangling themselves with the present

Morphing

Where is the You I become

Where is the I to myself belong

A face in the mirror morphs into

A new dimension of you

Open my mouth to speak

It’s your voice that reverberates

Everywhere I turn it’s your image

That appears

Slowly the butterfly returns to

The caterpillar

All identity gone

Now the question still remains

Where is the You I become

Where is the I to myself belong

January Love

Jezebel a vexatious woman

Another dared not to be like her but failed

Narcissistic characteristics begin to

Unveil true desires

Arousing the suspicion of others

Rival for her affection

Yesterday a dual in the sun

Lost souls lie dying

Ominous laughter whispers in the air

Virtuous lady only a mirage in lonely minds

Eventually no one wins  

January Love

Beauty She Is

Beneath her surface no one bothered to explore

External exquisiteness catches eyes

Antagonism never touched her soul

Understanding gave her gracefulness

Truth was her strength

Years of hard work with no rewards

She still held her head high

Her greatest gift were her children

Even when they’d stumble and fall

In her was the heart of warrior

Soul of an angel she will forever be

Beauty She Is…