Missing People

Some people miss some people,
Without ever knowing why.
And keep on missing people
Until the day they die.

I've learned to keep an open eye,
For those my life's been missing,
A new eye for the looking,
And new lips for the kissing.

By the way, I learned this truth,
When life brought you to my door.
Will you keep an eye with me,
So we can find some more!

Sigh...

Holding out for nothing,

because it is all that has been offered.

The constant wash of contentment,

purifies desire and defines treasure.

Darling Little Devil

Potential is a Devil and a Darling

It gives sanity in times of waiting,

and hope in times of searching.

It gives patience in times of teaching,

and persistance in times of learning.

It plays us for a fool when expectations aren't met,

and discourages us when it is not found.

Drives us mad when ignored,

and disappears with ignorance.

Potentailly... I am not as crazy as people think, but far more broken

Potentially... starting and stoping things will equal emotional whiplash

Potentially... this could do wonders for my pray life.

It's a devil and a darling. Potentially....

For Rebekah...

She usually floats across the wood,

So gentle and serene.

But tonight it's such a thunderous din,

It really sounds quite mean.

It's never her intent to saunter,

With such thump and womp.

But she's been drinkin', now she's doin',

The four-glasses of wine stomp.

I like Suspense

Love's a game you've folded on, time and time again.

I want to be around you, when you tell love you're all in.

The creator has His work to do, to ready you for the fray.

I danced with you again, and fell a little more today.

But emotions are betraying, if not backed with solid thought.

And you may have made your mind up, about what is, and what is not.

Comparison is the Devils game, the winner is seldom prized.

Content with a checklist's results, is not wisdom realized.

Tonight I'm heavy hearted, because I know I don't compare.

But that's not even half a thought, to a God who is always there.

So I give it up, joyful knowing I can't do it.

I don't have to win, to faithfully pursue it.

It's a good thing I like suspense....

p.s. This isn't all I think of you, and I'm not claiming to be right.

I just had to write this down, so I could sleep tonight.

Embrace

An embrace...who can define it?

It's scope is so wide.

No matter what the context,

It can be deep as the tide.

It can't be contained,

In script or in song.

It's loves handshake,

And friendships belong.

It may be hello,

It may be goodbye.

Needs no explaining.

or reasoning why.

Shoulder to shoulder,

Chest to Chest.

An embrace of a dear,

Is always the best.

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An embrace is not merely a hug,

It's about with whom you cut lifes rug...

Dance with me?

Longing

Longing is odd, it comes and it goes

Where it finds sticking points, nobody knows

Without direction, longings just ache

But when it finds target, it's coals and a rake

It is reason and purpose, a mantle for dreams

Only airbrushed and candied, not all that it seems

It's not just about what is, it's about what could be

Sometimes its from longing, we long to be free