Circle Of Life

So many of us contemplate our life and the purpose we serve in it. We often do not realize that we have already served our purpose.

 Each time we awake and enter someone else space we connect.

 Our interaction with people changes the course of time, whether it be small and insignificant or bold and strong.

 We are always looking forward to the future, looking back to the past, the present is always taken for granted. 

Our impact on this time here on earth is determined by our actions and our decisions. 

We are the thread that must stay woven in to the pattern.

If our thread becomes loose it shall affect all those around us. Connection to all beings here in this world is the sole purpose. The circle of life is what we make it.

                                                                 By- LMA

Shadow Song

My shadow is my very best friend; He walks with me for days on in.

We’ve traveled to the deepest places no one has ever seen.

My shadow is the only one who knows me. My shadow never gets weary or weak.

 He communicates with me, although he cannot speak.

When the sun goes down and he disappears from my sight, I know it’s only because he’s afraid of the night.

Great times we’ve had, running and dancing in the long lost summer wind.

My shadow knows no vice or sin.

And when winter’s wrath came and left me in the blistering cold, I hid behind my shadow to keep me warm.

At times, this world takes me for granted and mutilates my suffering and broken heart.

He stands there, taller than I; He gives me the strength to never give up.

I know there’ll come a time when my shadow will not be at my side.

When I gently close my eyes and will not awake from my dreams.

I will become my shadow and he will become me.

                       By- LMA

             

The Season Of Hope

Extreme exhilaration. waiting in anticipation for the one holiday where stillness calms the heart.

Where hope is not taken in vain.

Where innocence be-stills the heart and the peace and joy renders an uplifting feeling of never giving up.

The colors and pure brilliance of Christmas is so serene with the purity of snow that covers the land and earth. 

Sounds of joyful music fills the air, while the smell of sweet baked goods entices the heart: 

Bestowing  youthfulness to all who embrace the simplicity therein.

                                           -LiSAMARIE-

     

The First Song I Ever Sung In Chorus When I Was Young , Shaped Me As The Person I Am Today

Come Together

The state of the world and all it's sadness lies therein, in this game of politics no one will win.

This world is not ours to do as we please , it belongs to each generation that resides and super cedes.

Nature at it's best is put into place to be an example to "us" what we call the superior race of species.

The colors of the trees are all different and unique. No one animal is superior to another.

 We should all learn that we are all brother's and sister's of humanity.

The example of division that spreads pollution in this world is nothing but a cover for "some" to use it as control.

 Look at the ancient books of time, the lost civilizations due to wars and divisions between    themselves.

 A house cannot stand divided amongst itself. America is my house.

 Come together people as one and we shall once again stand strong.

                      By LMA

Timeless

Timeless whispers across land and sea, it’s your love that captures me.

Shore to shore beyond the raging tide, it is you who I want by my side.

No fire, mountain, rains, or seas can take your love away from me.

There’s a certain knowing you feel inside that, whatever life brings and whatever may arise:

 that love will always keep you alive till the day you die. 

                                               -Lisamarie-

           

The Drifter

I am a drifter I walk through the night. The sores on my feet have oozed out pus of the color crimson mixed with creamy white.

I have no destination as of yet so my legs just move as a mechanical robot as I go forward non-stopping motion.

Each muscle in my body pulsates as I breathe in, causing a painful chain of thunderous bolts, which vibrate through the canvass of my body.

I beg for reprieve but pardon comes to no avail , as I tread on.

Finally I succumb to my own weakness, as my knees cave in , my lips and face touch the ground.

 I rest realizing that yesterday, will be another tomorrow always trying to reach another today.

                                          -Lisamarie-

A Treasure

I lost a treasure , Where could it be? 

I searched inside a hollow tree.

I searched inside the murky fog.

I searched under a long dense log.

I searched behind the tear drop of a little girl when she cried.

I searched behind a dead man’s eye. 

I looked deep under the stagnant waters in the swamp.

I’ve looked under the baby while being held in a mother’s arms.

I’ve looked under a rock. the belly’s soil still so moist.

I looked under a flower but I was careful not to dig up roots.

I’ve looked between each rain drop that falls from the sky. 

I looked between the sun beams and it shined a single ray to my heart.

Then Finally I realized I held the key.

The treasure was always inside of me.

                             -Lisamarie-

The Puppet Master

Her body flows in symmetry, she moves with the strings of her puppet master as the blood pumps to heart. 

The silent melody of her cries echo throughout her body as  her tears taste like salt. 

Her dress flows through the wind as the songs of the mourning doves ring. 

His eyes are like magnets to her soul that leads her to wherever he may go.

Inseparable never to be torn apart is the love of her masters heart.

            

                                               -Lisamarie-

I Am my Brother's Keeper

Why are the children dying?

Doesn’t anyone see?

I remember a time and place when this world was safe.

My heart mourns for all these poor innocent lives 

We all have to ask ourselves are we doing and focusing on the right things,?

Why this world is getting worse and not better. 

If we all come together Instead of dividing and conquering, then we can at least have a fighting chance to repair the damage that’s been done and save the next generation. 

Our species is on the verge of extinction, not from war or outside influences, but from ourselves. 

Our emotions of fear, insecurity, mental illness, drug addictions has taken over, infecting high levels of administration that was set in place to give checks and balance.

If each individual holds themselves accountable for their own actions regardless of status or position, then there still is hope yet for the human race and for our children. Regardless of race creed or religion or sexual preference your child is my child. We must ALL set an example for OUR CHILDREN. I AM MY BROTHER’S KEEPER. Are You?

    

                                                     -Lisamarie-

            

Each Tear

Distant lands far and in between with wind catching and lifting the leaves.

The memories are stored in each tear drop that falls from your eyes, which forms a huge ocean that reflects off the sky.

Voices  of the past echo and as time goes on they slowly dissipate until they are gone.

Time has moved on at an accelerated rate and all i’ve ever known has been erased.

The wind mingles with the sand and sea and one day they will carry me.

    

                                                      -Lisamarie-

Wake Up People

Mysterious wonders across time and space gravity causes my heart to be be displaced.

The invisible ink that’s written in the book of life has many names crossed out due to killings and strife. From the tallest mountain I look upon the world and view it in it’s complete desolation, and revel in my absolute isolation. People are destroying each other , tearing each other apart, wars in foreign countries is not merely enough? I refuse to be apart of the madness and join in the segregation and sadness. Life is a cycle that repeats itself time and time again simply changing patterns but having not ending. If we do not wake up and make a change everything our forefather’s fought for will have been in vain.

                                         -Lisamarie-

        

My Love

My love is the Ocean.

My love is the sea.

My love is the summer’s breeze the blows through the trees.

My love is the splendor of a newborn baby’s cry.

My love is the crystal tear that falls from your eyes.

My love is the wind, that carries the ancient scrolls.

My love will keep lift you up you when you are old.

                    -Lisamarie-

    

I Think Of You

Today I think of you and wonder if your okay, my thoughts are with you everyday.

What once stamped my heart with love and pride, now fills it with emptiness inside. 

Why did you go ? Why did you leave? despite my  best efforts to beg and plead.

Sometimes people fight and make mistakes, that’s not a reason to throw them away.

The only fear I hold deep  inside, is that you will never cry for me when I die.     

                                               -Lisamarie-

A Sonnet For My Love

You are not a God. 

You are man.

You’ve learned to understand, accept and love me for who I am.

You are my stability, my rock ,my cool evening shade.

You took all my fears and tossed them away.

You touch the hidden places within me, where no one’s ever been. 

You are my sweet sin.

You’ve removed the bitter sadness and anguish from my eyes.

You’ve taught me how to laugh instead of how to cry.

You find me, even when I want to hide.

You are a perfect imperfection, an image never to be erased.

You are peace and tranquility, in a world of confusion.

You are my fantasy , my dream, my ultimate illusion.

You are man.

               

                    -Lisamarie-

Replenish

My eyes are wide open. I see the world in a whole new light.

I have learned never to give up, and always fight. 

Life is what you make it either sorrow or joy. 

No one man can dictate or have control. 

The truth  is in your hands, The choice you make to either cower down or stand.

Stand up for the things you perceive to be right, or run away from the darkness  towards the light. 

Implant a seed of love in your heart, that’ll grow and flourish instead of breaking apart. 

My eyes are wide open, the tunnel of pain has been rebuilt brand new.

I can see the beauty and light that shines from within you.

                                                      -Lisamarie-

In Quiet

In quiet, in a dream the silence of my thoughts sings to me.

Like unto the whispering of the mountains roar and the stillness of a summers breeze, the silence embraces me.

Like unto a melody without words, a source without a name;The silence soothes me all the same.

Vibration echoes and tumbles in my soul. Silence is a gift, which makes me whole.

                            -Lisamarie-

Forgivness

Welcome! To my alternate reality, where people take on different shapes and perception is merely an illusion.

 Your chaos is your own delusions. 

Those whom you’ve once cared for and adored has locked you out and closed all the doors.

 No time to weep . No time to mourn. I’ve plucked out that rotting, jagged thorn. 

Keep blaming me for what’s supposed to be my mistakes, you’ve planted a seed of malice and hate. 

I forgive you, whether it be today or tomorrow and my wish for you is to have no more sorrow.

                                                                                                 -Lisamarie-

Infinite

I’ve traveled many oceans.

I’ve stormed over many seas.

I’ve looked and searched everywhere for my dream.

I’ve climbed many of mountains.

I’ve touched falling stars.

I’ve rode on the wings of the wind.

I’ve tread through the sand and snow.

I’ve quenched my thirst with the waters of fallen rain.

I’ve smelt the first air of the morning dew.

I’ve combed the heavens and earth to find you.

                       -Lisamarie-

        

Invisibe Science

The human being is the only species, who bathes themselves in perfume and cologne to get rid of our scent. Is scent though something that we can cover up?

The way we choose our friends, lovers, and associates, we do it all by smelling each other’s scent.

Therefore, I wonder if murderers have don’t have a scent.

 They kill to steal another’s scent.

The reason why I spend so much time pondering this is because I find it amazingly sad.

We are supposed to be a superior species, but some kill for fun and amusement.

Is it something that can be helped?

Or a predestined order to which they must succumb to in order to survive.

The invisible science, which groups us together as either as outcast or members of society will probably always be a mystery.

                                                       -Lisamarie-

Chained By Love

I know your in pain I can see it in your eyes. You laugh and socialize when all you want to do is cry.

When will his memory ever go away? The love you have in your heart captures you like a slave.

You know the truth that it can never be, then why won’t his love set you free?

Your body is numb even though you try to carry on, acting like nothing is wrong.

The one thing you have and the one thing you possess is that you know that you gave your very best.

For now, you hold a secret that no one else will ever know.

You shall keep him locked up inside until your ready to let him go.

     Dedicated to A dear Friend:

                                                                                                               -Lisamarie-

Writing On The Wall

This blank page is my canvas. My words are painted in black.

Artwork of my soul, it illuminates and makes me whole.

Like a craftsman I carve out each thought with ease and care.

My writing is a window to my life, a sonnet of my dreams.

My art  will live to go on , even when I have turned to ash and stone.

                                -Lisamarie-

Miracles

Miracles can happen, not only in your dreams though impossible it may seem.

My faith is strong and true, because I will always believe in you.

Broken yet still alive, I feel you clawing your way out of the darkness and into the light.

Don’t succumb to the dead of night. Take my hand and I will hold you tight.

I’ll never let you die, i'll never walk away. 

Miracles happen everyday.

                                                         -Lisamarie-

Let Me Love You

This Is a song I wrote when I was only 15 years of age. The age where everything seems complex and love is the ultimate fantasy.

Let me love you in the moonlight.

Let me show you how you sweet love can be.

When I hold you in my arms, you give me feelings of complete ecstasy.

Late in the night when I'm dreaming of you , and you come to me.

I see in your face the love shining through, I feel so close to you.

I remember the times, the moments we shared .

You told me you loved me and will always care.

Our dreams that we had , our lives starting over: but now I'm so blue cause now it's over.

Can you show me that you love me , show me that you care.

My Slideshow

The Key

Why is it that we hear but never listen?

 Thoughts get tied up and disintegrate in the air. Is it so hard to find someone who really cares?

Nowadays we are so wrapped in our lives, which we cannot deal with anyone else’s pain.

Everyone wants to be happy, but do we know what happiness is? Is happiness watching a favorite video, or hearing your favorite song?

 Or is happiness just simply sitting in the dark pretending nothings wrong. What really is the key?

I know I will not find out until I’m free.

                                                                    -Lisamarie-

Reach Out

Our Fears

Everyone has nights, where they sit up and can’t sleep, because you can’t really tell if the dreams a reality or just a dream.

Everyone has nights where their darkest secrets come alive and you feel the dread and fear inside.

Everyone has a fear that they pray will never manifest itself and come to life.

In everyones life there’s a moment where you ask yourself. “Why am I alive”?

Having these fears and questions does not make you abnormal.

Acting upon your fears and turning them into reality, that’s when it becomes a tragedy.

It’s important to know that we are not alone, and the heavy burdens we carry are not all our own.

People drown themselves in fears, because they convince themselves that no one cares.

If only one voice is heard through the muffling of chaos and confusion, then we have succeeded  in saving at least one human.

                                                                           -Lisamarie-

The Elements

Earth ,wind, fire and sea, these are the elements of life that I breathe.

Down to my very bone I feel nature in my soul. The sea roars, bouncing off my cells and vibrating into  blood vessels .

I get swept up in the wind's embrace while the gentle air cools my face.

The fire heats up and ignites my soul, which is the very essence I need to make me whole.


                                                      -Lisamarie-

Maze

Let me enter the corridors of your mind , where all my senses are a heightened state.

I float weightless laying on the cushion of your dreams, where all things are possible and life is not what it seems. 

 I glide slowly past the memories, sorrow and regret and plunge through a tunnel of despair, which propels me suspending in mid air.

 Reaching out I take hold with one hand a vessel carrying love, hope and faith , which leads me out to the end of your maze

-Lisamarie-

Maze

9-11

On the day of 9-11 the cries can be heard all over the nation, when one evil act put thousands in obliteration.

Bow your heads lift your eyes up to the sky.

Remember our dead and how they died.

We shall all hold our hands and band together as one, as echoes of voices reaches the sun.

Today there’s an eerie silence that fills the air, as we remember the souls that perished year after year.

With a badge of honor their memory shall go on and each and every name of the fallen will be carved in stone.

-Lisamarie-                                                                                   -Never Forget-

Helping hands

I can recall a time and place where children’s laughter filled the air.

My children danced in celebration of their innocence as I looked on in splendor and wonderment.

They knew nothing about the chaos and confusion of this world.

They only had the complexity of what clothes to wear the upcoming day.

In my day when I was younger, adulthood crept on me.

Nowadays children transition into young adults too quickly.

They are not prepared for the harshness of this world.

Many children succumb and are lost in the storm, because they lack the will and determination to fight and hold on.

We are left with a complete degradation of an entire generation.

I implore the people of this world, if when walking, driving, and doing your daily task: to please take the time to reach out to our younger generation.

Do not judge, do not be afraid, what might not be your child is someone’s child.

We are what can make the difference between a younger generation who’s filled with hate, or a generation of hope.

Not only does it take a parent to raise a child, but also it takes a well-developed society to be the background to hold up the foundation.

Let’s not be by-standers and when something goes wrong, judges and jury.

Lets all be helpers and partakers in making a difference in at least one child per day.

What we do today, determines the evolution and continuation of all mankind.

                               Lisamarie-                                

Captive

He held her in his arms while his razor sharp fingers caressed her cheek.

He held her captive with his words and when he spoke his breath formed into flames.

He put her in stupor of false ecstasy, and bellowed out laughter while her loved ones hurt over her demise.

Pleading and begging won’t bring her back, she’s under his spell.

                                     -Lisamarie-

Change Of Season

In the breath of the wind, I gather the flying leaves. 

The flower pedals begin to dissipate with time it’s the season all things change and frost looms and covers with their shimmer over the land.

                                                                        -Lisamarie-

Shadows In My Mind

Shadows in my mind, mysterious of darkness trying to find light nowhere in sight but I fight to hold on to my heart.

Save me from these dreams bringing back those memories, which have faded, through time.

 I remove the shackles and tug on the reins get back up and fight again. Re-arranging the colored fragments in my mind, I hold on and cling to life.

Little Tattered Girl

Little tattered girl who wears a torn dress and torn shoes. 

She grows hungry for freedom and she thirst for desire that never comes.

She roams in the darkness searching for light, thinking that if she was a butterfly, she could take flight.

She pulls at her skin to make sure she’s really alive, trying to feel something other than the nothingness around her.

She falls to her knees in sorrow and pain, but help comes to no avail leaving her to beg barter and steal.

Little tattered girl with no hope left in her heart please help is coming don’t give up . Don’t give yourself away to the dark.

              There's A Broken Little Girl In All Of Us

                                  -Lisamarie-