Just read a few of your collected poems and although I liked them this one I really felt...Good write...

Thanks...... I didn't think anyone really read these things.....

Blowing out the candle

Your words cut through me like a winter day.
A vision of heartache blinds my perception of yesterday.
Funny how quickly life changes, and still seems to stay the same.
So we tried....
So we cried....
So here we are again at the beginning of the end.

Blowing out the candle of my heart.

Apologizing for all the words never said.
Thoughts blend into colorful confusion.
Still, here I stand in judgment of myself.
A verdict of heartbreak is given without appeal.
So we tried...
So we cried...
So here we are again at the beginning of the end.

Blowing out the candle of my heart.

Autumn cappuccino an cinnamon smiles.
Another twisted rainy day melts my smile slowly away.
It is what it is, but what it is, will never be what it was again.
So we tried...
So we cried...
So here we are again at the beginning of the end.

Blowing out the candle of true love.


Poem:
MHS © Copyright 2009

Well I am happy to have proved you wrong LOL

This Broken Heart


This broken heart, whispers out upon the wind.
A untold story gently unfolds ambiguous of the end.
Still, emotions have come & gone, like a theft in the night.
A merry - go - round of lucid contradictions.
Years set a drift within a sea of broken glass.

This broken heart, autographed by time

This broken heart has watched many suns rises softly evanesce.
A evening scarlet sky silhouetted by the hand writing on the wall.
Shadows of memories cry out from yesterdays shattered dreams.
Images of the present merge into obscurity a impassible love.

This broken heart, autographed by time

Raped by fiasco memories of a twilight love affair.
Flames burn down my destiny fueled by indecisive winds.
A excursion of uncertainty that doesn't know how to end this reminiscence.
Enslaved circumscribe chained memories of loves ancient past.


This broken heart, autographed by time



Poem:
MHS © Copyright 2009

Last poem that will be added for a little while.....

Tears caress my thoughts


Tears caress my thoughts.
Timeless passion enhances each step I take upon this desire.
Life becomes a mirage on a field of dreams.
Our worlds collide, within this galaxy of love.

Your voice is like the wind

Tears caress my thoughts.
So softly calling one name.
I'm so lost without you by my side.
Each night without your touch, is a battle I lose to loneliness.

Your voice is like the wind

Tears caress my thoughts.
Heartache is a shattered chandelier of destiny.
Every minute yearns as a fallen angel from your touch.
Eternity becomes the reflection of this love.

Your voice is like the wind.

Tears caress my thoughts
Still, destiny is found within your eyes.
Each heart beat spells out a endeavor upon each kiss.
This empty room is filled with stain glass memories of you.
Heartache mascaraed as love a rendezvous in denial.

Your voice is like the wind.

Tears caress my thoughts.
This lonely mood bluer then any painted sky silhouetted by desire.
The want, need,.. of each kiss burns my soul.
How do I say goodbye to the tears that speak so loud.
When my heart only knows your name.

Poem:
Up2Us © Copyright 2010

Virgin Peace

Virgin peace raped by War.
A abyss of Blood, craving more....
Mindful waterfalls eavesdrop malicious rain.
A Rainbow...repertoire of a deceiving false peace plan.
Over & over the children of the original creation fall.
Failing to realize they were but a down payment of war.
A Metallic love affair upon desert sands & shores.
Time sings a memorial for the forgotten souls.
Casting a shadow eminently over the world.


The earth mourns for her own soul tonight.
Virgin peace raped by wars....faded moonlight upon mans' soul


Poem:
MHS©Copyright 2010

nice collection of work.

i enjoyed reading through it this morning

Thank you....

Baptized by time....

The Glass ceiling came shattering down within my heart.
Like sand in the wind baptized by time.
Conversation fades away into the darkness of heartache.
A season of change quietly approaches my heart.

Baptized by time....seasons change.


Chains of inward conflictions melt through the cracks of a broken heart.
Daily leaving the baggage of the past outside the door of my heart.
Relationships are a give and take held within the contours of life.
Like a hourglass of emotions slipping away into the past.

Baptized by time....seasons change.


Forever will come slowly, day by day.
Destiny is found within each breath you take.
Heartache is a memory that slow danced across my emotions.
Tears customized by every regret.

Baptized by time....seasons change.


Promises became lies on a sea of glass.
Tears like stars reflected upon past night skies.
Still, it's just a moment within loves eternity.
Tomorrow will come upon the horizon of each day.
Love is the promise given at the beginning of each day.



Poem:
MHS©Copyright 2010

Card game

My heart poured out it's desire
until like a riverbed began to thirst.
Situations, obligations, substituted themselves blinded by faith, or chance held captive by romance.
Still, every thought became a step towards her.
My heart walked across this moment only to find her
quietly embedded inside my thoughts.

Card game of faith, chance, or romance....

Every moment of the clock was a reminder of the moments that slipped away.
My consciousness depleted into the depths of midnight fantasies.
Days blend into each other only noticed by the silents within.
Consumed by flames of desire like a second instinct only found within the other.
Destiny plays it's card game once again with time.

Card game of faith, chance, or romance....

A heart like a glass half empty or filled.
Her tears of uncertainty fell slowly from denied passion.
A slow burning flame noticed only by the shadows of the past within her heart.


Card game of faith, chance, or romance....


So here we are like a round midnight of passion.
Yet like two days next to each other separated only by time.
The card game continues to play out.
Until heartache plays it's final hand, and I'm left playing
only solitaire.


Poem:
MHS©Copyright 2010

Rainy day of desire


Glass soldier of faith.
Where is the value.....
Following orders given out by love.
A heart destined only to be shattered.
Wounded on the battlefield of love.

Rainy day of desire

Taken prisoner in time by desire.
A ransom payed by the tears on your face.
Emotions wave a flag of surrender.
Unaware heartache doesn't take any prisoners.
The sounds of war echo off courtroom walls.
Victims of trust bleed into emotional emptiness.

Rainy day of desire

Tin soldiers in the wind.
Hallmark cards worn for armor.
Pass memories echoing out sounds of regrets.
The mortal wounds of emotions, play out upon your face.

Rainy day of desire

Champagne tears fade into midnight memories of despair.
A diamond of trust that no longer has any value.
A waterfall of memories, flowing into a river of tears.
A Glass soldier held for emotional ransom.
A rainy day of desire written upon your face.


Poem:
MHS © Copyright 2010

So it seems....


We thirst 4 one another as time for a new day.
Passion seems to fall from a sky called faith.
A rainbow of intent colored by desire ripples upon my skin.
Quietly consumes the face of a amber sky drifting across my soul.
The heavens seem to stop in place for a moment, and the stars
stare down with adoring eyes.
As 2 become 1 the reflection of eternity a silhouette mirrors life.

So it seems....love walks hand in hand with heartache upon the sands of time.

Life is only but a minute a endeavor that slips away.
Love colors it's name upon concrete emotions of time & space.
A watercolor of life exhales beautiful memories lost within dreams.
Flowers feel the tears of loves appreciation for yesterday.
Coming down like soft carnations raining upon ones' face.

So it seems....love walks hand in hand with heartache upon the sands of time.

Here we are if only for a moment within ourselves.
Together for the understanding of who we are 2 be.
The other half of a deja vu remembered by eternity.
A smile written upon the winds of love forgotten dreams of today.
My heart was a statue carved out by the soft endeavor of your warm embrace.

So it seems....love walks hand in hand with heartache upon the sands of time.

Heartache has a photographic memory with baggage in hand crying out for yesterday.
Even though it has forgotten how to love it still patiently waits.
Two souls step into eternity this is where life truly begins.
A circle of completion expressed only by a kaleidoscope of tears.
This is where lifes' journey has brought us, across a desert of heartache.
Wisdom reveals a new dawn and so a new journey begins.

So it seems....love walks hand in hand with heartache upon the sands of time.



Poem:
MHS © Copyright 2010

Just adding to the collection...

Butterfly of destiny


A butterfly caught in a hail storm.
The true colors of life on display.
Weighed down by colorful circumstances
Painted memories a servant of eternity.

Jesus cried in my arms today.

A butterfly of destiny, emotions rage like a silent storm.
Standing close to what never was meant 2 be.
Playing Russian roulette with destiny.
A poem of forgotten sympathy.
Wings of innocents that never mend.

Jesus cried in my arms today.

A butterfly caught in a hail storm.
I turn away from a world of modern love.
But the world revolves like a merry go round of drama.
The stars at night are the fragments of my heart.
Shinning bright from the memories, of what never was meant 2 Be.

Jesus cried in my arms today.

A butterfly of destiny, emotions rage like a silent storm.
Emotional scorpions sting like candy coated drops of rain.
A vagabond on the street corner of desire & destitute.
Waiting on the emotional handouts from eternity
The good samaritan known as I AM, caught notice of yesterday.

Jesus died in my arms today, crucified by the memories of yesterday.

Poem:
MHS © Copyright 2010

The Picnic....

A clear blue sky, she feels so close.
Green grass carpets a majestic field.
Fragrances of flowers drift upon silk air.
A faint siren echoes across the city, doesn't deter a
gorgeous day.

A summer picnic framed by a crystal blue sky.

He waits for her, while dreaming of her captivating smile.
Two soulmates, destined only to love, she feels so close.
Romance, passion, the innocence within each kiss.
He has a engagement ring waiting for her in the picnic basket.

A summer picnic framed by a crystal blue sky.

He rehearses his proposal in his head, again, and, again...
Feeling her so close, within his heart, mind, and soul.
His cell phone rings, he gets word.
His lover had just died in a car accident around the corner.
Unseen by him, she's there, standing so close.....


Poem:
MHS©Copyright 2011

Chain reaction

God gives a man another day of life.
George lays dying clinging to a thread.
Amy his daughter sits in the hospital hallway crying.
I kneeled down before her clutching her hands
A therapist walking by puts her hand on my shoulder.
Then mentions the situation to the nurse.
The nurse ask her church to pray that Sunday.
A church member tells a co-worker the story.
The co-worker emails her sister Gale.
Gale prays about the issue.
Jesus tells God about the prayers.
God speaks to the angels about the issue.
Angels whisper to the dying man.
It's time to come home this day.
Life is a chain reaction of issues.
All Of which God already knows.



Poem:
MHS©Copyright 2011

Sea of stone....

I glanced upon a sea of stone memories.
Fathers, sons, wives, mothers, daughters.
So many silent stories, of lives lived out loud.
Names, numbers, and dates carved in stone.
Stand silently in the mist of our noisy lives.

A sea of stone memories witnessed by the wind.

Up on your left, down on your right.
Battery Attention, slowly echoes in the breeze.
Remembered by love ones, children, and widows.
Names, numbers, and dates carved in stone.
Lives giving out of love, duty, sacrifice.....

A sea of stone memories witnessed by the wind.

Flowers drift upon this stone ocean.
If for one moment they could all stand up, and be seen.
To bare witness of their lives, duty, and service.
Our soldiers never forgotten, but still heard in our hearts.
I will always salute you, until I slowly drift into that sea of stone, witnessed by the wind.


Poem:
MHS©Copyright 2011

Worms....

Worms feast upon my decaying body.
Slimy, creeping, feasting through me.
The smell, morbid, gruesome, rotting flesh.

Subterranean Warriors that have been
walked upon for centuries.

A one man picnic of leathery skin
They contrive to feast devouring,
consuming, swarming, chanting

Worms dance out of my face, and through
my languished body.
Back into the dust of the ground.
Cursed deteriorated body of mine.

Thank goodness for the Lords grace.
O death, where [is] thy sting?
O grave, where [is] thy victory?


Poem:
MHS©Copyright 2011