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-