Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Fighting Thoughts

Thinking thoughts of him all day long,
And fighting them I try and must.
But as they keep coming back in a song,
I don’t know what feelings I should trust.

I look back and there’s so much in the past
History and memories can’t just forgotten be.
But as I try to move forward I’m aghast
That none is doing the work but me.

One standing in my path and another ahead,
One used to me, the other just a promise.
If I knew the next page would not be sad,
I would not fear what I would miss.

My heart is mine, but not my life:
I belong to the ones I love, my children.
For them I live and will sacrifice,
And bring sunshine from heaven.

KB, January 2009.

Left in a Limbo

Heart left in a limbo,
Cyberspace, notebook, myspace.
In life’s juggling act and jungle,
Love fell flat in its face.

Busy spouse, lover or friend,
Love once was a priority.
Now is just standing, a book end
After dream and reality.

The thirst for human touch,
The hunger for company.
Tenderness was not much,
Just a repetitive chant in a litany.


KB, January 2009.

Friday, January 2, 2009

The New Year

To enjoy the laughter of my children,
And be patient with them daily.
The yelling will be forbidden,
A light heart goes a long way.

To be the first to forgive and forget,
And be able not to keep scores.
Love my spouse without holding back,
Kissing is one of my favorite chores.

To not bend my character for no one,
And bring joy to work everyday.
Holding my head up and strong,
That’s my resolution for today.

To open my heart to my dear friends,
And shake the reservations of being me.
Sharing joy and tears, making amends,
Gracefully embracing the New Year!

KB, January 2009.

The morning on Monday

The morning on Monday caught him by surprise
He wasn’t ready for work, neither was for sunrise.
Too many things on his mind, matters of work, bills,
Matters of heart also, and the way she made him feel.

It’s very hard to wake up ready for a new week
When the issues from the last one are still at their peak.
You don’t feel ready, and wish you could stop the clock
And have time to figure out and sort all of your thoughts.

Feet taking people everywhere, also in buses, and cars,
And he wishing his had wings to take him to her arms.
The mere thought of her made him lighter, and he knew
Only the feeling of her touch could him renew.

KB
December 2008

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Soldier


Seeing the stars up above
I pray for you, wherever you are.
May the snow flakes bring you kisses,
And the desert sun be followed by breezes.

Seeing the stars up above,
I think of you, wherever you are.
May you always find a safe place to sleep,
A warm meal and a coffee to sip.

Seeing the stars up above,
I pray for you, and send my love.
I think of you day and night,
And in my heart I hold you tight!

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

White Dove

Till the darkest hour came, I did not appreciate dawn.
Till I had no place to go, did not appreciate home.
Till I could held you in my arms no more,
I could not appreciate you for who you are.

The tides came and went, but you stayed.
Many people came in, and left the other day.
The seasons changed, to them I bet farewell,
But you lingered on, even when my hopes fell.

Life evolves, the colors of things change.
The ones I love, left, the things I sense.
Must open the cage and let the white dove fly
Let it go, with all my hopes, up to the sky.

KB, November 2008.

The Burdens of Yesterday

When is early in the morning and you still carry the burdens of yesterday,
When your mind is trying to focus on now but instead goes back and forth,
When your heart is overflowing with love but still makes stops for the pain,
You know you are torn and still re-leaving the remains of the day before.

When you feel yourself tired and weary and struggling to get up,
When the bills are due and there is no other option but to keep going,
When loneliness sneaks in and is your only counselor for that,
You know there is something to review in whatever you are doing.

When your eyelids get heavy and coffee does not do much anymore,
When you don’t open up because everyone has its own burdens,
When for a tear to come up is even harder than before,
You know you are letting yourself go, and your heart hardens.

But if you find a quiet place to just sit still once in a while,
If you go back to things you really enjoy, and overcome,
And if you take time to listen to what is so fragile,
You might wake to a new morning, and see yesterday gone.

KB, November 2008.