Gone is the face, we Loved so dear.
Silent the voice, we love to hear.
Too far away from sight or speech.
But not too far for thought to reach.
An Eternal Memory … Until we Meet Again.
Those special memories of you
will always bring a smile
if only i could have you back
for just a little while
Then we could sit and talk again
just like we used to do
you always meant so very much
and always will do too
The fact that you are no longer here
will always cause me pain
but you are forever in my heart
until we meet again
Gates of Memories
Will never close…
How much I miss you
no one knows…
Days will pass away
And we’ll think about
those memories with
Today’s the anniversary
of day i lost you
And for a time it felt as though
My life has ended.
But Loss has tought me many things.
And now i face each day
With hope and happy memories
to help me on my way.
And though I’m full of sadness
That you are no longer here
Your influence still guide me
and i still feel you here.
What we shared will never die
It lives within my heart
Bringing strength and comfort
while we are apart.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
(Poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye)
It’s been in the past for a while
I get a flash and a smile
am I crazy still miss ya baby
it was real it was right
but it burned ur heart to survive
where did the love go
I don’t know
when its all set and done
how could I be loosen you forever
after all the times we spent together
have to know why I had to loose you
now you’ve just become like everything I’ll never find again
P.s. you cant shoot an arrow through a broken heart.
Alone I sit here in the night
With stars and moon that shine so bright
No shadow here just a glimmering light
And a gentle breeze that kiss the leaves goodnight
Alone I sit now that you’ve gone away
I miss you more and more each day
No more can I kiss your soft tender lips
No hands to hold or touch each finger tips
Alone I sit and look at your chair
How empty it is you’re no longer there
No more can I see your loving smile
Or hold and hug you or smell your hair
Alone I sit what shall I do
My love for you and always so true
And never ever shall that love end
When some day we shall again
This poem was written/submitted by Robert Harrison.
Look at yourself in a mirror!
The reflection that looks back
to greet you, is the same face
you show the world. This is
the one face that knows you best
understands what you seek.
An indifferent world, may yet
seek to understand you, to
stand by your side, to hear
what your face advocates.
Now, look out the window!
Gaze upon a world of faces
as if an eagle’s perspective
allows you to see all, and
your heart’s attention
allows you to witness
each pair of urgent eyes.
Seek to understand, what
each face shows the world
to advocate for those faces.
PROMPT- I want your thoughts on Sympathy Empathy and Pity. it can include all 3 just one. It can be random thoughts on the subject, experiences, I don’t care, I just want there to be creativity and emotion.
Inspired by one of my favorite quotes:
If I am not for myself, then who will be for me?
If I am only for myself, then who am I?
And, if not now, when?
Hillel the Elder (1st century biblical scholar and sage)
Late nights I sit, chair by the fire, with burning desire.
Drunk on the darkness
Tipsy on twilight.
I am alive, oh so alive
and I am dead, dead as the stone walls enclosing me,
holding me, the bright embers scolding me.
Not a sound punctures the silence, no sight interrupts blindness.
I’m alive, I am dead, I’m alive, I am dead
I am, I am, I am
A sound descends
Just one notes, hanging in the air
Teasing, pleasing, easing.
And then another, below it
and then another, above it
Soon a symphony is playing
And it’s madness, madness
Chaos, Anarchy, Blasphemy, Suffering!
Head is spinning, ears on fire, mind BURNING
Then one note, singing, singing, singing
Soothing, Gentle, Beautiful.
It fades, It’s gone
I am dead, I’m alive, I am dead, I’m alive
I am dead, dead as the stone walls that enclose me
The embers that no longer scold me.
Smoke is all that is left, gone with the first subtle breeze
departing, fleeting, flying.
Gone, Gone, Gone
(Pomen Written/Submitted by Aaron Raphael)