In times of sorrow
hold me near.
In times of joy
show me you care.
In times of worry
protect me from my fear.
In times of peace
help me stay aware.
In all times, in every way
show me your love, my dear.
Dreams Fighting Reality is a poem I wrote a while ago. I recorded it as a poetry reading back in 2014.
Dreams Fighting Reality
My dreams danced away together
from my very own reality.
Like ballerinas trapped within my mind
They danced away
so I could not find the love I wanted;
The love I wished was mine.
Yes, my dreams slowly danced away
when reality told me
he was here to stay
But he seems to have strayed
because here comes my dreams
on this new day.
My dreams once again dance near by
as I force my reality to be mine.
Because this fight for what is right,
what is fair and what must be
has left a hole deep inside of me
so I fight to keep my dreams
and I fight to change my reality
I'm changing this fight
into a dancce.
I will not war
not against my own life.
Instead the trumpets
will be the rhythm of my feet.
Turn the battle cries
into songs of praise.
This will be a new day,
one with no more fighting
not against my own life.
I'll allow the ebs and flows
to direct my dance,
know it's God's will.
I will follow.
I will go.
He leads, I follow,
without a fight,
just a dance.
Here is an older poem of mine called The Sea Limerick. I do have another poem that is just called, The Sea. They are two completely different poems and I honestly didn’t realize that I named two poems basically the same thing until I was looking for videos to do Throwback posts for.
The Sea Limerick
I went to the sea to see you see. Yet, I could see nothing but the sea. So I went to the shore Just so I would be sure That I could still see beyond the sea.
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The original post is still available to read, along with other poems of mine. If you would like to watch more poetry readings I do also have a YouTube Playlist for that.
One, Two, Three, Four
Where is the open door?
Is there an opportunity for me?
Am I walking closer to you?
Are all the right things done?
Four, Three, Two, One
The race will be won.
As I draw close to you my spirit flew
each opportunity will set me free
to follow the one I adore.
Every month I do these quick update videos on my YouTube channel. They are my version of video newsletters.
They are focused specifically on my art business, which includes both my visual art and writing. I do sometimes add personal life updates since they may affect my business.
I will be starting to add them here, on my site, so that it is easy for all to access them. Starting next month the updates will post here a bit earlier in the month. However, you can always get notified of them if you subscribe to my channel.
Life is a dance,
swirling and twirling
moving all around.
Life is a journey,
learning and growing
moving all around.
Life is a battle,
striving and fighting
moving all around.
Life is always changing
as we dane on journey on
fighting our battles as we stand our grounds.
Here I stand is an original monologue I wrote in 2014. I noticed a few months ago it wasn’t on this site, so here it is.
Here I stand: Monologue
Here I stand. I am standing on my own two feet, wishing that they were not attached, so that I could move around and see exactly where I am standing. Where am I standing? What am I doing and why am I staying?
Still at least I’m standing on my own two feet, right? And I have the world ahead of me. I am making it on my own. Yes, I am doing my own thing living this adult life. Still I have questions and I never know if I’m doing everything right.
Most days, actually, I know I’ve done at least one thing wrong. But I’m making it on my own. Living my own adult life, alone. Yes, I am standing on my own two feet, but you know what sometimes I wish I wasn’t. I wish that there was some sort of clear arrow pointing me one way or the other. But, I guess the adult life doesn’t entirely work that way. So, here I stand. I am standing on my own two feet.
I'm boiled and bruised
Just like you.
No longer liquid inside
Life has cooked me,
There was no place to hide.
I was heated on all sides,
Break down my walls,
my outer self.
I'm ready to be consumed.
Let my life nurish your body.
Egg is a short poem that relates me to a hard-boiled egg. It is meant to be both fun and moving. I enjoyed writing it, so I hope you enjoy reading it.
Come easy please
with no pain or alarm.
Be at peace when you come,
a hopeful meoldy
one filled with joy.
Come to me easy please
with no struggle or strife.
Calmly enter
and be with me.
It's all I want
all I desire.
Come easy please.
Come Easy is a poem about how I would like things to come easy to me. This can relate to both successes in my art business and love life.