I AM With You

I am with you when you're alone...

I want you, I want you, I want you.

I see you when no one sees you.
I see when you see the invisible.
I see how you are blind to hatred.
I see why you hurt inside.

I hear you're every word,
I hear what you are too afraid to say.
I hear that they misunderstand,
I hear when no one else can.

I know why you smile,
I know where you go,
I know when you sleep,
I know.

I want your anger,
I want your disappointment,
I want your hands, and your feet.
I want your mouth and I want your love.

I died so that you could see.
I died so that you could hear.
I died so that you could know.
I died so that you would...

Want me.
See me.
Hear me.
Know me.

Die for me and I will live for you.

False Change/Failed Hope

It sounded good for a perfect world,
Change for the people stuck in tradition's mire.
You offered hope for the hopeless and freedom from oppression,
Wallstreet's crime and God's brimstone and fire.
I've yet to see what's really gone right.
This economic downturn has people just "livin' the life",
Forgetting your vision and remembering the pain,
Drinking and "poppin'"- all things remaining the same.
The only change can come from within,
The hope of glory and the redemption of sin.

Dance, dance, dance

Round and round we go...we play the part so well.
A dance of illusion, a dance of passion.
Substance? Where is it?
Commitment? No where.
This is the tango boring,
The dance for the neglected,
The dance 'til morning.

An Emotional Day at the Bank...

And it was all to do with art! Maybe I'm melodramatic..perhaps even hormonal eek. Nonetheless. I had a full-out crying moment in front of customers today while working. Yes, but I wasn't embarrassed. No, I was too captivated by the artist's reverie.

I think it's the combination of bright colors, light and subtle exposure of thoughts that just illuminates my life when I look at them : D

Thank you Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema for taking my breath away...

Who am I?

By name You called me, formed me, loved me.
I am Maria, full of You. So true that like the flower,I sway in the wind, I change on a whim,I wilt in the storm,Yet I bloom in your Light. I look up and thirst for Your water, a taste of You, the grace of You. You surround me with trees, with roots that mold me, shift me, hold me. My colors impress the world around me, but my colors are a reflection of you. I want that if every man could know your beauty, It is because they have come to know me.

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Her mind is unsettled and her heart is weeping,
She knows not what her future brings.
She knows not what her past has taught.
Secretly she observes and ponders her beginnings,
"This life so short, this life of meaning."

"How is it I walk through life with daily tasks at hand?
"Tomorrow to the store." "Tomorrow with the band."
But how is it I feel so helpless,
I do nothing, feed no one, and go no where.
No where! I am no where."

Progress seems to be happening, change is on the scene,
"I am woman from this world!"
I am is desperate, I am needs freeing.
I am, is who she is not,
Scarred is what we see,
Confidence has left her, Beauty's fading dream.
"Strength's gone? It cannot be!
It cannot be, I AM, it cannot be!"

But then she will sleep, tomorrow anew.
A new sunrise, a new meal.
She will look different and feel more absolute-
"Nothing in this world is real,
Nothing in this world for free."

~Friendship~

There are certain people who imprint on your life. You don't forget them. You can't, because everyday you awaken to your life, the wisdom that surrounds you echos their former friendship and the learned life lessons you shared with them-no matter how momentary they were.

The concept of friendship has been defined from everything having to do with "people who love you unconditionally and support you" to "the only people who tell you the truth, even when it hurts". But I wonder...what does God say about friends? The Bible is full of friendships. We read about, most famously, David and Jonathon. What made them so close? Was is going through the terrible series of events that held them together? Is it experience that binds two kindred spirits? Or is it destiny? Many people weave in and out of our lives, yet their are those, whom it would seem, God designed to walk beside us, while here on earth. Jane Austen wrote, "Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love." The ones who are there for the good and there through the bad.






Friends are teachers without recognition and memories never forgotten.