Not Alone

The more thou dost advance, the more thy feet pitfalls will meet. The Path that leadeth on is lighted by one fire- the light of daring burning in the heart. The more one dares, the more he shall obtain. The more he fears, the more that light shall pale - and that alone can guide.
--Aristotle--


Not Alone

For a moment, I thought I was alone.
And, then you found me,
And, you reminded me that I was not.
I couldn't find the best way to reach you.
But, your hand brushes against mine..
Silently, when I close my eyes.
I'm in a sepia coloured dream each day and night.
I can't seem to break free of these daunting things.
Visions of happiness with you, brings me peace.
This peace, is one, that I will always seek.
When I think of you, I smile.
You know, I think of you, all the time.
And, I can't get you out of my mind.
Why would I ever want to?
When you feel blue, I do to.
But, I don't want you to hurt.
Tell me all of the things which cause you pain.
I will take them all, and I will throw them away.
I want you to share the peace that I keep inside.
Leave the agony with the ones, who choose destructive paths.
You're brain is better than that;
Because, you live on the highest plain.
Stay that way.
I would love to be with you always, in your arms.
All you have to do,
Is wish for your inner dreams to come true.
If you want me, you can have me,
But, as you can see, I am already yours.
And, I want us to be together more than anything.
Because, being alone in our separate worlds is pain.
And, it makes me crave you more and more each day.

Angels Embrace--I found this pic on an angel site., and loved it!

Why?

The Thread of Life
Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830–94)

THE IRRESPONSIVE silence of the land,
The irresponsive sounding of the sea,
Speak both one message of one sense to me:—
Aloof, aloof, we stand aloof, so stand
Thou too aloof, bound with the flawless band
Of inner solitude; we bind not thee;
But who from thy self-chain shall set thee free?
What heart shall touch thy heart? what hand?—
And I am sometimes proud and sometimes meek,
And some times I remember days of old
When fellowship seem’d not so far to seek
And all the world and I seem’d much less cold,
And at the rainbow’s foot lay surely gold,
And hope felt strong and life itself not weak.


Why ?

Why is that everything, seems so tragic sometimes?
Everyone else's voice is trying to consume my thoughts.
I think I'll listen, to me most,
Well, no matter what, I will anyway.
Speak your mind,
That's okay by me.
But, don't try and make my decisions for me.
One day,
We're in the panic stricken mode.
Wrestling around with strained emotions.
Pretending to everyone that we're okay.
But, if these people could see inside your mind,
They'd open their mouths really wide.
Cause, they'd realize that they are the same.
We all do these things, that we can't explain.
And, we second guess, this and, that, and those.
Dwelling on useless things.
But, what good will that ever do?
It's tiresome trying to do things, so pure.
But, it's so easy to cheat and be like the rest.
What you think is best for you, may be right for you.
But, when you get a different perpective on things,
You may think about things from my view.
Jealousy makes a heart beat stronger.
It makes your tears that much warmer.
Meaningless words are spoken by the people we love most.
They feed us, but we bleed sometimes in return.
We can't seem to ingest enough of it.
Even, when there is a little poison thrown in there.
You measure things all wrong, my friend.
You take a little,
And, you ask for a little more.
For these emotions get stronger and stronger.
But, what chance do romances have,
when they are based on jealousy, and other mind twisting elements.
A fate worse than hate.
Strange!
Why aren't things just simple?
Why are things carved out for us so delicately?
Hyper-sensitivity is taking over me.
Won't I ever escape this cave I'm hiding inside.
I want to be free, is that too much ask, for little old me.
I don't think so, do you?!
All I want, is a little of that green pie to get by.
I know, I won't need it when I die.
But, it would still be fun to have some.
This lil' pumpkin is in dire straights.
But, we can still look up at the sky.
This is something priceless, that we don't have to buy.

The Bridesmaid's dress

Silly

Just when you think that you're day
is going in the up shit creek direction.
There are always those silly moments to
get us through the tough days. To put it in as
dramatic a light as possible all the vultures are
caving in on me. And, they want the things which
I can't give. I can give a little bit, but
it still isn't enough to get through, is it!?
Still got a pulse, yes, so, I guess that means that I
am still surviving. This existence is so hell bent on
being a money driven society. All this aggravation
for a few pieces of paper with stuff written on it.
Seems silly doesn't. But, aren't all things in life silly sometimes.
It seems that I face absurdity at every turn.
Endless, isn't it!

Glass Tiger

Glass Tiger Was Amazing

I saw Glass Tiger perform on Canada day.
And, the band put on an amazing show for us.
Alan Frew was, as always in good voice.
It was the best show I have seen in ages.

It was nice to hear the Scottish accent
again.

One of my favourite Glass Tiger songs, is
'My Song'..it has a very Celtic flare, and the Penny whistle
adds a little something extra.
Once again, had a great time, and won't forget this years' Canada
Day in a hurry.

Now, ....must get back to writing my songs again.

Take care everybody-!

Shazzy xo

HAPPY CANADA DAY !!!!!!!!