Wednesday, August 12, 2009

If only

If only the sun would shine
and the moon would hide.

If onlythe birds would sing
and the raindrops dry.

If only hello was never said
and goodbyes never meant.

If magic happen in the moment
and not in the sky.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Love

I walk the streets
my heart filled with murder.
My head jumbled with
thoughts of you in my arms.
And the stars ,
the stars just twinkle in the sky
and play their melodies ,
the sweetest lies.

When I am not with you
I go crazy thinking of where you are
and when your with me
I go crazy thinking of who you are .

Yes, love slays
the one who stand still the longest,
the one who tries to cherish
each and every moment,
the one who hesitates to steal
glimpses in the other's heart.

Love is not for the weary.
Love is not love.

Tonight I walk the streets
with murder in my heart.











(not completed)
MCV

Thursday, July 30, 2009

The Gift

Neath the darkness of her shelter
like a precious gem she holds
the love and tenderness of her loins.

Yes,some days are long and cold and
other days just burn and burn
Still, she finds comfort in the teardrops
that fall from heaven,they disguise her fears
and hide her loneliness.

The harshness of the wind
at times too much to bear,
but there are those days.
Yes those wonderful days,
when the dew lays gently on the dawn and
the sun shines through the crystals in the sky
and paints a kaleidoscope of colors
that fill her thoughts
for days and days

She welcomes the sound of the thunder
it reminds her she is not alone.
Oh and what a special gift
to see the light dance in the sky.
Sometimes raindrops can feel so warm.

Soon the darkness and the cold and
the wind and the sun and the rain and
the loneliness all go away.
And on this day..this glorious day,
the precious gem she has nurtured and loved
for so long , blossoms.

She awakes.
In all her color, in all her hopes,
in all her dreams, in all her eternity,
in all her innocence, in all her fragrance,
in all her majestic uncompromised mystical beauty.
And the world sits in wonder.

Thank you for the sun and the rain and the wind.
Thank you for this flower you know her name.

The Gift
MCV
To Sarah on her 13th birthday.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Waiting for you












My mind strays from here to there.
Just sitting, waiting.
I think what a nice day and
What love can do.
Just sitting, waiting,
Thinking of you.

MCV

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Time

Waiting on the wall
turning patiently on her call
Its a wonder she never tires
as she patiently moves along.

Always moving
Never staying
Always leaving
Never playing
Always going
Never waiting
Always changing.
Always always
Always somewhere else to go.

Don't you tire
Don't you weary
Don't you want to rest my deary
Don't you wonder
Don't you ponder
Don't you ever ever slumber
Always busy always moving
Always always
Always somewhere else to go.

MCV

Friday, June 5, 2009

To Death Do Us Part


Excerpt from Romeo's girl MCV

I love you
I hate you
I love you
I never want to see you again
I love you
If I see your face at my door
I love you
I m going to kill you
I love you
Won't you listen
I love you
Cant you hear
I love you
Can't you feel me
I love you
Can't you touch me
I love you
Cant' you see me
I love you
Oh my God
I love you
I m sorry
I love you
Im sorry
I love you
I didn't mean it
I love
your getting cold
I
I love you too.

MCV

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Rainy Tuesdays

Rainy Tuesday ,
she waits by the door
Spring flowers shine
some have started to bloom.

Sunsets at 7:43
the night time looms
By the skies dreary cry she knows
She will wait some more.

"My love" she calls
Hold me tight, shelter me from the raindrops that
fill this dreary night.
Play your melody
to make the moonlight right.

"My love" she calls
waiting
knowing
soon she will have to wait no more.

We sit embraced
watching raindrops fall.
Waiting for the early bird to
sing the morning calls.

Rainy Tuesday here it goes again
everything has blossomed,
everything has flourished
everything has ruined .

Every rainy Tuesday
I wait for you again.
Every rainy Tuesday
has such a bitter end.