Category Archives: Poetry
Thoughts on Life and Love
Because of you I have no regrets
If I made any mistakes in life they brought me to you
Those mistakes resulted in lifelong love, friendships, blessings
I could go now and have two lifetimes worth of happiness
and not enough regret to fill up even one second of life
It makes me wonder
Did I even make mistakes in life
Why would I even want to go back
Why would I even think of going back to change anything
at the risk of losing everything that’s important?
You complete me
A Love Story (10 Years in the Making)
As I reflect on what’s been over 10 years of marriage to my beautiful wife, I realized how many changes you can go through in 10 years of life. To put it in perspective I wrote a poem/short story a few months ago that I shared over the course of 10 days. The pieces are personal and the entire story is included in the anthology I’m working on… of course it’s copyrighted…
A Love Story – Part I: February 18, 2010
Love
At the alter
tears roll down
cheeks saturated with
love’s promise
“..for better or for worse..”
Hands held sincerely
as they intensely stare into
each others’ eyes
“..for richer or poorer..”
Full of hope
for tomorrow
American romantics still
believe in the idea
of love
“..in sickness and in health..”
and soul mates
and eternity
God brought them together
in holy matrimony
love binds them to eternity
“I do”
Would the love be enough?
We Drift
We drift
Lose focus
on what’s important
disconnect
from the essence
of who we are
take the present
for granted
waste away life
pondering,
on a time
that may never come to be
We drift
Exhaust
ourselves from the chase
of possessions
that don’t matter
covet
possibilities
that have nothing to do with happiness
lose focus
on what’s important
until one day
it hits us
one day
we lose something
so meaningful
it hurts down to our bones
We drift
Until the day
we find ourselves
on the verge of nothing
losing our grip on everything
and at that exact moment
realize,
we’re not hurt because of what we lost
we’re hurt because we are lost
hurt because we lost
the opportunity
to appreciate
what we had
took you for granted
when you were here
and instead of loving you
waited for you to wilt away
and built a shrine in your honor
cried rivers at your feet
hoping
you could hear our wails
or feel our tears,
but you had already drifted away
Left us beaten
in a puddle of guilt
broken by regret
drifting in the moonlight
on a white horse
wondering
what could have been
if we loved you then
the way we love you now
We drift
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