Just trying to make some poetic sense of it all.
About Me
- heart rumbles
- I Love my life most of the time. But ... My heart secretly dwells in her lyrical world to save her poetic sanity.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Just Another Day
Today hasn't been a good day. I've been studying for this exam I need to take for certification. But my heart is not in it. My mind is wandering all over the place. I'm going to go out awhile and shake some of the boredom away. Hopefully. Have a nice week-end.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Our Love
Our love breathes the life into my very heart and soul
I can walk away but I can never go
I cheer you my darling if you can forget me
I plead you my love never regret me
If you wish then I wish your heart to grow wings and fly
away today
Take your love with you but leave ours here to stay
As I live and breathe, I will hold our love true
So fly. So fly. Fly away today.
Leave our love with me where it is safe
SG Wallace
I can walk away but I can never go
I cheer you my darling if you can forget me
I plead you my love never regret me
If you wish then I wish your heart to grow wings and fly
away today
Take your love with you but leave ours here to stay
As I live and breathe, I will hold our love true
So fly. So fly. Fly away today.
Leave our love with me where it is safe
SG Wallace
His Gift
Every flower is not a rose. Heaven knows.
Some things require a lot of care and cultivation.
I won't argue with that.
Specifics are nice when you're dealing with facts.
But wildflowers, I love them.
All of the pretty little flowers with their pretty faces,
Popping out everywhere in the strangest of places.
I've always been intrigued. Indeed.
That God would send a tiny seed to grow there.
Of all the places they could land they stop there.
Wildflowers are like feelings.They seem so random at times.
But it all makes sense to Our Creator.
In the great big tapestry of life filled with heartache, pain and strife:
How the Love gets sewn into the seams and blooms like a dream;
Out of control. To color our world. Wherever we are.
Wherever we are.
SG Wallace 2011
Some things require a lot of care and cultivation.
I won't argue with that.
Specifics are nice when you're dealing with facts.
But wildflowers, I love them.
All of the pretty little flowers with their pretty faces,
Popping out everywhere in the strangest of places.
I've always been intrigued. Indeed.
That God would send a tiny seed to grow there.
Of all the places they could land they stop there.
Wildflowers are like feelings.They seem so random at times.
But it all makes sense to Our Creator.
In the great big tapestry of life filled with heartache, pain and strife:
How the Love gets sewn into the seams and blooms like a dream;
Out of control. To color our world. Wherever we are.
Wherever we are.
SG Wallace 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Love Finds It's Own
Wildflowers can grow on a broken heart and in the cracks of the sidewalks when Winter's thaw starts
Jonquils can bloom long after the old homestead is gone
Love can shine in a darkened room even when the curtains are drawn
So if you find Love somewhere besides with me then I guess it just wasn't meant to be
But if you try to make rhythm where there's not any rhyme / then just like me you'll be wasting your time
Because if two people are meant to be together then true love is going to grow regardless of whether...
You ignore or work the plot. True Love is going to grow with what it's got
A tiny little seed pushes through the cold hard ground searching for the light for which it is bound
It's a love story that just won't die. And you say move on with your life. Believe me I try.
Don't we all want our own happy ending? Love has it's own message it keeps sending.
SG Wallace 2011
Jonquils can bloom long after the old homestead is gone
Love can shine in a darkened room even when the curtains are drawn
So if you find Love somewhere besides with me then I guess it just wasn't meant to be
But if you try to make rhythm where there's not any rhyme / then just like me you'll be wasting your time
Because if two people are meant to be together then true love is going to grow regardless of whether...
You ignore or work the plot. True Love is going to grow with what it's got
A tiny little seed pushes through the cold hard ground searching for the light for which it is bound
It's a love story that just won't die. And you say move on with your life. Believe me I try.
Don't we all want our own happy ending? Love has it's own message it keeps sending.
SG Wallace 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Good morning
I'm heading out of town today. I wish I would have prepared for this blog a little better. But I didn't so please bear with me while I get myself going. Hopefully in time the creative juices will start flowing. Have a good day and I'll try to do the same. I will keep working at it. I do need an outlet.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Poem for Today
Hope
by S G Wallace
Widen your horizons, open your scope.\Don't be bound by indecision.\Don't give up on hope.\By narrowing yourself to \your tunnel vision,\you can't help yourself, to see beyond the need.\To fulfill yourself, you must succeed\in looking at yourself \and the world from a different point\of view. Get outside of you.\Get inside your heart and out of your head.\Look at it all at another time of day\in another way. besides the usual way.\However, you must approach the same life\from a different angle, if you want the\answers to untangle.\And at just the right time, you might find.\You get a grip on exactly what you need\to succeed one more day.\And that's all we have anyway.
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