Where are you when my writing doesn’t rhyme
The most simplistic line is the beholder of the concept everyone is suppose to
understand, comprehend, know, grasp or get
yet, not written in long fulfilling sentences but in 1 word paragraphs and phrases
My writing is not assonance or alliteration
Metaphors and similes are like the ideas of alien residing on earth to plan the assassination of cartoon characters
especially the symbolic meaning of the elephant and donkey
It is no longer an It

Mere words cannot express the love and acceptance
You have brought to my longing heart.
This is not the rule game that I follow.
This is not a ‘religious’ facade.
I follow You,
The Lover of my soul.
For You have made me whole.
4/30/07 CMH

The woman sits alone in a fragrant field on a starlit night.
Her wondering eyes take in the vastness
Of the universe and all of its splendor.
The sliver of a moon only magnifies the infinite shimmering stars.
And she ponders on the meaning of it all.
She wonders if it is better to belong to the mass at any cost
Or to stay true to herself and live what she believes.
She chooses the latter.
After all:
It is only herself that she has to live with
And it is only herself that she will have to die with.
And finally:

The old mare is weary for trying to survive.
Thick, solid muscles have turned into bones
With a thin coat of tired flesh.
The atrophy of her muscles has settled on a body
That longs to die to ease the pain.
The flame of light and life long ago left her beautiful, dark, liquid eyes.
Her spirit is broken.
I ask the owner "Why aren’t you feeding her?"
He gives me an arrogant, stupid sort of reply
That does not even merit the space to write it down on.
But Rose and I have a secret.
She will eat today and every day that I see her.

If I didn’t have beauty that you wanted to possess
If I had no talent at all
If I had no attatchments of any worldiness
 
Would you see the beauty I have inside
And the important things that I too often hide.
Would you reject me for the things I am not.
Would you hate me for the things I haven’t got.
 
Would you push me aside when trouble appears.
Would you suddenly act like you’re deaf, and can’t hear.
If I turned ugly according to the world’s point of view
Would you suddenly say that we were through.
 

when i walked through the lonely moon light
i remembered my sweet hearts words,
saying i will be by your side all the time.
my heart became heavy when i thought
those words were just empty words..
suddenly i heard my sweet hearts voice
calling my name by my side
then only this stupid heart realized
she is by my side as my shadow..

                                        Bianca wanted a shaggy dog

Unfettered
The weeds grew tall
Neath the garden wall
Stones once carefully grouted,
Now cracked
And green with moss,
The old man gone now
Unable to care.
Yet she notices these things,
Of his passing
And sheds
A silver tear…….
 

I see him holding it all together
His desires intertwined with his tears
And he’s running scared and living in fear
Of feeling this way forever.
It’s hard to feel normal
When you feel so out of place.
I look at him and see my face.
People think we’re dry
But they don’t see the tears we cry
Or the days we have wasted
For fear of measuring up.
I don’t want him to waste forty years wondering
Like I did.
He is an amazingly gifted man.
He doesn’t need to keep it inside.
I wish he wouldn’t hide.
He is not alone.
 

What Is Love?!?!?!?!?
Is love the way I feel about you?
Or is love how I always dream of you?
I dont know, all I realy no is that i think I love you!!
Is love the smile that i give whe ppl say your name ?
Or is love the tears i cry cause you put me though pain?
I dont know ,All I realy no is I think I love you!!
Is love the way I want you to be mine?   
Or do you no what love is ?? Do you know whats lovs all about ? 
Can you tell me so I can find out?