Frozen in Time

... Changes flow in the slightest breeze...

... Stopped in an instant...

... Time was then meant to freeze...

... Surreal would the moments feel...

... From that moment after...

... Signifcances become made...

... As these moments become Captured...

... Recognizing the difference in time and space ...

... Yet lacking the knowledge of this place...

... Understanding the power of greater Creation...

... Feeling His presence as life takes formation...

... Wondering where time will release...

... These moments to again feel lived at ease...

@s.ray 2-28-2013

Mother's Heart

how...
how is this the heart that gives
the heart that feels
that breath that lives?
when so easily it is cut
and so wounded, 
dicarded...
death is what this beating heart is.
this heart to you has given all
cant think beyond
the breath you take.
would sacrifice the world it knows
to see you smile
to see you glow.
swallows up the aches within,
beats stronger than life
when you call it a friend.
captured completely
with the first butterly kicks...
displayed so sweetly, in loves gently kiss.
time takes from it
those precious things
and leaves behind what
true life rings. . . .

how...
how is it this heart
can find such strength
as it grows old.
left only with those
precious memories to now hold.
as time has taken
its toll on love
time has 'tainted'
this gift from above.

@s.ray 2-28-2013

Simple Beauties

The sun will shine on each one the same
will awaken each flower and bring it life.
Yet what will it be that decides the path
the human will take when its love it desires.
To what extent will the wind blow across the sea
to move the waves to where they long to be?
And to what desire will the human cave
when its true loves bliss it eternally craves?
A tiny bird flies from the nest knowing it can.
Will the heart let go and find love before it lands?
Love and a bird and flower are free...
its the human mind that can so easily rob of lifes
simpelest beauties...
or capture them and LIVE...

@s.ray 2-27-2013

Driven

They say its chemical, an inbalance of sorts.
Yet it feels emotional, as the cycles take force.
Feelings drive these, the demons finally ...
feeling like they are being set free.

As long as emotion is killed and detached,
these cycles end and demons never attack.
So is the price, the sacrifice?
To live life emotion free?
A burden no more to society?
Feeling nothing with people?

The anwer is to escape in the beauty of this wordly place.
Heavenly creations capture the senses,
fill the heart beyond comprehension.

If you dare to live in emotional realms,
love must be pure to survive this inbalance.
Pure to see beyond what drives.
To let the cycles go free when the time comes
that the soul needs to be Driven to survive.

Love must be pure to escape,
the paths of the driven mind.
The demons of the Manic State...
yet the depths also to where they will sink.
Love must be pure to keep this
from reaching beyond the brink.

@s.ray 2-27-2013

Not the Words

Its not the words
that make this heart
skip a beat or fall apart.

Its not the words
that fill with love
the soul within, that overflows.

Its not the words
that raise the fires
that burn the bodies strong desire.

Its not the words
that will fade this heart
when love begins to fall apart.

Its not the words
that crush the soul
when all it knows gently lets go.

Its not the words
that ever passed across the lips
that will make this last.

Its the love within.
The souls connection.
The desires felt from every direction.

Its stronger than any word.
So, dont listen with the heart
don't let them reach the soul...

Hold onto everything love knows.
Close your eyes and let the words go....
Find within what doesnt need to be spoken.

@s.ray 2-27-2013

Chance or Fate

A face or connection
unexpectedly made.
The moment captured
strongly engraved.

As realization falls
and voices connect.
In words that carry meaning
the mind then brings to recollect.

This person, these words
did they come by chance?
Or was it fate that
orchestrated this dance?

Grasp this moment
this blessing in life.
Fill yourself with all
that will follow and decide.

Whatever it was
that for time did pause.
Know that by greater things
this meeting was caused.

@s.ray 2-26-2013

sunlight on

the light you bring to start my day
a vision so perfect as a departure you make
in the moments in between you peek on me
and find me absorbing you...
the perfect rays you break through the clouds,
look like Heavenly reaches, so pure.
the warmth you offer even through the windows
remind that there is so much more...
in this vast and endless place we rein
its the light, the warmth, the knowing that leaves me,
longing for somthing so simple and plain ...
as the feeling of the sunlight on my face.

@s.ray 2-25-2013

A Reason

find in me...

a reason to hold onto this love
a reason to live out of the past
a reason to know that it will come true
....a fairytale life that seems so unreal
a reason to know the heartbeat is real
a reason to know the words are more
a reason to think outside these walls
a reason to set these inhibitions free
a reason to not let the tears of fear fall
a reason to not picture you in her arms
a reason to not want you so badly
a reason to not feel sick and weak
a reason to not have this love.... crippeling me
a reason to not see you setting me free
.... .... but then ... it would mean,
something, anything....
would have to be found, need to be seen...
yet I dont feel like a reason for anything ....

@s.ray 2-24-2013

Touched by a Psycho

We were not the ones to choose,
to bring that pain into our schools.
We filled those halls with laughter,
learning and memories...
This was a place where innocence
ran so free.
The punishment now falls upon us,
with guards and locks and no more trust.
We can barely ever enter in,
we've become treated like society's sin.
Cupcakes to share with classmates? ...
"Leave them on the table please,
place a paper and a name and we will see to them."
Can't they see?
Don't they feel?
These are our children.
Our love is still real.
We want to be allowed in.
We need to be a part of them.
Their innocence will always remain,
wether set free or locked in.
Its us you hurt by treating with less pride.
Are we not still, the person you smiled with?
Laughed with, talked with?
When did we become the Enemy?
Those were people and places we didn't even know..
So why is it that these lives become so....
...... touched by a Psycho?

@s.ray 2-25-2013

 

Touchable

The reality is that it can't be difined.
Really, what is touchable in ones life?
Would touchable only be the the things real?
tangible, solid, that one can grasp and feel?
Because honestly there is so much more,
things that touchable is the right word for...

The moment when a smile breaks
across the innocence of a little face...
The sounds you hear when lost within
and music engulfs you.. becomes your friend.
Words read, thoughts captured...
visions seen, souls raptured...
Looked upon and seen from within... touchable
is the mark that will be left on ones being.

A touch does not need to be defined
within the boundries of the human mind.
When opened up and all is let get...
Everything will become ..... Touchable.

@s.ray 2-24-2013

Cheated

Cheated for having the mind of a woman
for believing in trust... for hoping for love.
Cheated for not being a man...
not being good enough in others eyes.
the weaker sex, less than in life.

Cheated for searching, believing, forgiving,
the tenderness is really never a blessing.
Cheated on, because ... I'm so easily used.
Cheated with because I am a just a tool.
Cheated out of the best in life....

Beaten down, is what cheated feels.
Dirty, neglected and yesterdays appeal.
Broken, bent, tatered and torn....
Yet .... Willing to fight in any storm...
the strength of cheated .... will always be
greater than than those who choose to cheat.

@s.ray 2024-2013

A days Reply

I know this reply will throw you...

I realize it's not what you know...

As I read the lines before me...

I see places that weren't meant to go.

　

The heart knows no bounds...

When filled with love true and pure.

The mind will join the soul...

For a journey that is shown to endure.

　

For all the purity and love disgraced...

The heart still blooms within this place.

From heights as high as heavens dreams...

To valleys beyond, sights unseen.

　

Sanity forced to cling to loves delicate string...

Madness in the seat of the mind.

Barely alive is what you fear...

Yet, Love still has a life in here.

　

Days will come, time will flow...

The strength from within will continue to grow.

Held precious in the heart and mind...

This Love that is shared... is One of a Kind.

　

@s.ray 2-23-2013

Victims

What is left of the ones who are sit on the sidelines?
How will they feel when we blink and change our lives?
For them the days were lived like others...
oblivious they were... to the changes they'd discover.

Do we stop, do we pause.... do we give them any clue?
Or are they left... wondering, waiting utterly confused.
Is thought given to the victim of change, when one day
life for us decides to no longer be the same?

Are answers deserved? Should our voice be heard?

Or in silence will this continue... 
Can anything be done for the heart that breaks?
What of the hope and dreams that reamin?
Who decides what ever becomes,

.... of the victims???
The ones who never wanted...

Lives to change....

The ones who believed.

@s.ray 2-22-2013

Provoked!!

These words ...
stir fire from so far within.
Capture emotions
that NEEDED to live!
Draw life in each and every beat,
like the heart that causes
me to eternally...
Breath!
They... Release from
deep inside...
thoughts and emotions
I didn't dare
draw to LIFE!
Losing it all,
in each verse and phrase,
finding solace in this
new found RAGE!
PROVOKED to escape
lifes realities,
now finding myself...
LOST in MUSICS ...
mental release!!!

@s.ray 2-22-2013

In Black and White

Thoughts embark in the farthest reaches
a mind they play with, hoping to teach it.
Vision are seen in colors of dreams
still searching for ways they can come to be.
Words of expressions float, drifting around
waiting to find order as they are sought and found.

So much of life is seen through the eyes
and yet more of life is lived in the mind.
Constantly changing and waiting to take form
holding to the hope that one day they will be born.
A moment will come and the time will be right
these thoughts, these visions, these words
will appear in Black and White.

Then they become real, never to change
no more hoping and no more dreams.
Never searching or waiting to be found
no more floating or drifting around.
Born and now given life, confirming that they were there,
showing that they bore the right...
          .... to spring forth and embark,
                   on a realistic start... in Black and White.

@s.ray 2-22-2013

We Are

Awakened by desires.
Driven by fires.
Frightend by feelings.
Emotions send reeling.

Seperated by physical.
Connected by soul.
Mental rarely has control.

Human beings.
Created intricately.

Destroyed Freely.

@s.ray 2-22-2013

Promises of Forever

A vow of devotion
a plea of eternity.
Words so elegantly spoken,
ah...
but if only they were words that could be:
　
"Sometimes I wish I could have held,
God's hand... and pleaded...
Traded my life when He was watching...
as you got tainted.
by His creations... in so many ways...
But.. then I think,
if you weren't this broken,
I wouldn't have ever
had the heart to collect you and give you
the shape you were born for...
I will always be with you... Forever"

　
so quickly time passes,
and the shades of that tainting
fade even the purest of intentions...
and Forever becomes only a time once mentioned.
　

@s.ray 2-22-2013

How Deep

The heart can hide what it truelly wants
behind a wall of what its already seen.

The mind can fill a persons thoughts
with the conclusion of "only in dreams".

The soul is in control of its own desires
leading the heart and mind to be free.

Visions of perfection it leads us to find
moments of beauty in realms of reality.

If the soul is followed we may be blessed
to find what it is we truelly seek.

If the mind is followed, then in all of our efforts
we wil find it will become havoc we reek.

The heart can never be followed in life
because the heart never truelly takes the lead.

Realms of reality then become
visons we only see in our dreams.

@s.ray 2-22-2013

Can't See

You can't see,
that...life is a priceless gift...
a journey of love and knowledge.
You can't experience life...
for what God intended it to be,
.... if your experience is clouded.
You can't see the beauty...
in the world around.
Feel the wonder of a simple breeze...
if in misery you are bound ...
... God can spread sunlight across your face,
to warm you and brighten your day ....
but if you are lost in sadness ...
the sunlight will simply fade away.
Never to be felt....
What do you think that brings to Gods heart?...
....at the end of the day.... ?
When you are trapped in a world of ' can't' ....

　

@s.ray 2-22-2013

while he sleeps...

I come here so quietly as you sleep ....

... as thoughts of you fill all of me.

I wish I could take this confusion away...

as it was a game within myself that was played...

Questions thrown from the heart to the mind...

causing a mixture... a taker of time. . . .

I wondered somewhere.. what gave me the right...

to fall in love so deeply with someone elses life.

How is it that I can feel that the one...

who completes me, and fills me, knows me and loves me ...

is yet another womans Husband? ...

Why did I lose all my inhibitions,

tear down those walls in almost an instant...

so willing trust, so completly embrace...

a man who lives so far away? ... ...

How can it be that words typed on a screen,

can reach out and feel as if I were touched by more than a dream....

by something so real. ..

a hand that can travel through virtual space? ...

there is no such thing... but it doesnt feel that way.

I wake up each day and close my eyes at night...

feeling you here, a part of my life.

My heart beats and stops for you,

my soul belongs completely to us....

so then tell me why its my mind that wont trust? ...

Taken on a journey, a trail without end...

searching for answers for reasons within....

how can it feel, how can it be, how does this thing breath life into me? ... ..
When did I change, when did I give...

so much of myself? Where was it to give? ...

No longer a mask, to hide behind...

no longer shadows that cast darkness in life...

filled with a blinding hope of all dreams...

filled without the knowledge of how it will come to be ... ...

yet driven, driven from sooo far within.... ???

... how, ... why... and when did it happen?? ....

.... but here I am... with my heart beating to its own beat...

as I think of you lost somewhere in a peaceful sleep....

Love from every ounce of me knows...

that this is what I have lived for,

what I survived for....

what I will die knowing ....

this is my eternity ... .....

... but my mind says look beyond... and see...

there is another who lays there while he sleeps . . .

. . . wondering ...

.. will it ever be me?....

@s.ray 2-20-2013

Don't Trap Me

Amazing how it falls on me,
when choices made in the lives you lead...
bring you to the hard crossroads.
Yet, still I am the one who apparently chose.

Was I the one who chose to throw
care to the wind with no rules to follow?
Did the consequences my life change?
When the dicisions in an instant you quickly made?

So then why am I the one who must give
the answers to the problems you live.
My life a living sacrafice,
to take what's wrong and make it seem right.

Never did a single one care,
when those choices "I" made without a care.
Alone I struggled through this life,
my wrongs I lived to make them right.

Don't look at me all shocked and confused
when strongly I stand and boldly refuse.
It's time now for me to be, the one who lives
the one who breaths...
                  the rights for setting myself free.

@S.ray 2-20-2013

Thieves of Life

In the heart the love is so real it soars
it fills days with smiles and overflows to all shores.
An emotional and phyisical high life becomes
when at last the heart has been won.

But peace and joy will not prevail
when the mind is broken and ships set sail.
A drain is pulled on lifes happiness
Shadows are cast upon the hearts newfound bliss

The mind will so quickly claim the space
where sadness reins and demons chase.
Leaving the body feeling bearly alive
by these yet so familiar Thieves of Life.

@s.ray 2-20-2013

Trails of Tears

Too tender to understand why the voices sound so loud.
Too small to see the pain in the faces of this crowd.
So nieve to the hurt being flung within the words.
Yet she senses the fears, the threats in what is heard.

Alone in this world amoungst so many others.
Loved by one yet spited in the absense of a father.
Where will the innocence of this one land?
Do they not see that she falls victim at their hands?

Finding solace in the seclusion of her room.
How is it a child so young can feel such gloom?
Animosity and rage feed the mind of the innocent.
Where love and nurturing should be all that is spent.

Sadness touches the purest of hearts.
Leaving in its path a trail of broken parts.
Pieces to be shuffled and placed in disarray.
Trails of tears are what touches this day.

@s.ray 2-18-2013

 

grasp me

reach out and touch my mind
open me up and see what you find
dive deeper within than anyone before
as you reach to limits
i become more and more yours
show me that you wont move
when all that you find makes
lives quiver and lose
lose what they held in deepest parts
lose themselves to the love of the heart
one by one the past comes undone
and a future feels almost real
almost won
touching the very soul of me
without a hand or a way to be
anywhere near close to me
yet inside and out its me you grasp
the me that everyone has passed
so grasp me
hold me
make this real
grasp me closly and let it feel
let me lose myself in emotion
lose myself to all logic and notion
grasp me tenderly, passionately, sensually
grasp me and keep me
forever i'm yours....

@s.ray 2-17-2013

Heaven Speaks

What would it take to know what you search for?
a risk, a reach, and vision you long hoped for...
The lessons are there, to know how to recieve.
A key we must carry when we choose to believe.

Leaping into the unknown for answers,
obediently following the trail that faith takes.
In search of simple, and atainable truths,
the task is but to trust God, or lose.

Then as simply and purely as the questions are asked...
the answers come in clear words that pass.
Places that never would be sought for these,
now provide comfort... and place, the soul at ease.

The world seems clearer with questions answered.
A hope and a dream, and a trail to follow,
a lesson learned, why wait in sorrow..
simply open your soul and hear - as Heaven Speaks.

@s.ray 2-17-2013

Driven from Brith

On the day I was born,
I traveled the journey from Heaven to Earth.
I was placed into the lives of parents...
who would love me yet give me such little worth.

In moments of chaos I chose to come,
perhaps it should have become a sign.
A farm burning to the ground,
as insistantly I push to hear the sounds.

My drive that brought me here, my desire-
a time entered upon earth amdist a raging fire.
It's sybolic in ways never examined,
a symbol of the power of the soul within.

I can't look back and reflect upon,
the day I was born and feel peace and love.
I feel drive, and burn, and tension, and fear.
These emotions I carry from year to year.

Searching for reasons, for answers that give...
the disire and purpose for me to Live.

@s.ray 2-17-2013

How Do I ...

How do I speak what's in my heart...

when my heart only speaks with emotion? ...

How do I speak what's on my mind...

when my mind is a foggy ocean?


How do just I let go and dream...

when it is within me to be the Logic Seeker?

How do I stand and face this stong...

when confusion leaves me feeling weaker?


How do I grasp whats in my soul...

when all I long for is this to hold?

How do I know what's real and what's not...

when all the trails begin in the same spot?

@s.ray 2-16-2013

If only ...

If only time could pass in an instant,
and with you'd is where I'd be...

If only every kiss that passed,
was one that was shared with me...

If each time I closed me eyes and dreamed
it was you who woke me from those dreams...
then perfection is where we'd be...

If only - if only this love we found,
could bloom like a rose in reality...

If only there was a way to make
time move or stand still ...
  .... only at our hearts own pace...

Then with you I would always be,
for now and all of lifes given days...

With you... for now through all eternity ....

@s.ray 2-15-2013

Why ...

Why do I wake up and smile?
Because I am alive!
Why do I find happiness...
in the sun that shines on me each day?
Because its a gift, a gift that I can receive.
Why do I believe in things unseen?
Because I came into this world,
simple and naked and free!
Why is my heart full of love?
Because what else could make me happy!
So many things in such a creation,
and still each one is seen as perfection.
Why am I the soul I am?
Because I am who God made me to be!

@s.ray 2-13-2013

What Happened...

I'm not sure really what's going on.
Honestly at this moment... I'm still feeling numb.
I never for a moment imagined a day...
That I would come here to talk
and you'd be gone away...

My heart is pounding and still
it skips a few beats as my mind...
it tries to grasp this reality...
hands shaking, thoughts racing...
wondering how or why to begin.

Do I stumble and struggle
the pieces to make sense of?
or do I sit and wonder how long
before I need to give hope up...

I can't even sit here and write you a letter
because the thoughts are so confusing
my mind needs to release them
piece by piece... into a rhyme...

Hoping with each thought, each word
each line that is released I could find the verse
The one that would make it all a dream
that would take it back to the last moment...
and stop it all from leading to Change.

Bring back a connection so magic and pure
take me back to the time I could
so freely speak and listen to the words...
... I'm struck... ... by confusion and pain...

Struck by the fear that this was all
just a dream... ... Struck by the knowing...
that I can't do a thing...
but sit and listen to my heart beat.

.....

@s.ray 2-11-2013

Changes

It starts in the most subtle way
the changes that barely change a day.
Noticable differences that hardly show
yet ones you will look back upon and know.

Times move along and the choices we make
will slowly begin now to reflect in the day.
Not enough yet to grasp our attention
or even worth the time to mention.

Then they become recognized on occasion
marking the event as something you know happened.
Maybe even an impression they will leave
so as to make it a moment you will wish to relive.

The life changing moments get carved in the mind
a time to remember for now and all time.
Changes come wether big or small
recognized or wether even noticed at all.

Then something will come one day in your life
a moment that gives you reason to gain sight.
The changes will appear as a surprise in your mind
as you realize how quickly and easily
                    .....things change with time.

@s.ray 2-11-2013

As the spirit dies

So you've decided that this is how it ends...
While inside my heart screams "this is where it begins"...
Breathless is what its left me... it hurts so deep I can barely breath.
So much anger, resentment and frustrations you feel...
My mind is struggeling to conceive this is real.
Now I see what you wanted me to see...
The choices are gone, we will no longer be.
In my head I heard the words spoken...
It didn't reach my heart 'til my spirit got broken.
So now I know as clear as can be... there's nothing left for me.
                  in this realm of reality....
I've been here before... a place I tried to ignore.
A place visited not so long ago.. had I listened then,
                  I wouldn't be here now.
Hard to explain the shock that I feel...
Then the numbing sensation as it becomes more real...
As I open me up and let go of what's within...
As I finally admit to my own distructions...
Focus seems clearer as it comes into light...
The reality that I have just enough left to make things right.
Give me the courage to do what I must... Let me for once in my life,
                   open up and trust....
I try so hard to be in control when all that surrounds me is screaming
                    "Let Go!!"
I struggle so hard to "make things be"
                     Stumbling through life -- I can not see....

@s.ray 7-24-2005

Time's Mind

 Hard to believe the time that's gone by...
Hard to conceive the hurt that's inside.
Change is what's controling my life...
Things change so much; now nothings right.
Where did the open ~ oneness go?
The love we shared that was meant to grow?
How could this be so right and true...
But only until we spoke the words "I do"?
After that moment time started to change...
Like raindrops falling.. nothings been the same.
Now minds decide our hearts should be parted...
Yet the heartache says "We've barely started".

@ s.ray 3-1-2005

A Breath Away

Memories and moments are what's left of the time that's passed.
Friends and loved ones now stare back through the glass ~
          ~ photos kept to help heal the holes within my soul.

Remembering a friend....
You lived, you smiled, you loved... ... but inside of you --
                    ... you hurt...
the truth will become so hard for people to accept.
For you to have hung that rope and let go -- it took a strong will,
                but it also took -- a Deep Pain...

I just wonder, how it can hurt like that and NO ONE knows...
      .... it scares me ... I looked at you, a few days ago ~
           Laughed with you and smiled...

                ....a breath away....
          and I ... Didn't sense your pain.

Which is stronger the will of the mind, or the ache of the heart?
The fine line between heartache and happiness..
is being able to see beyond the pain.

There is a moment everywhere, every second...
just waiting to be captured and cherished.
Even the simpelist things can hold an eternal treasure.

@s.ray 5-1-2011

RIP JT.

In a Book

A look at myself is
     what it took....
To get me to open
     and read this book.
I search to find
     what lies within.
A journey once before
     traveled with friends.
Time has passed
     friends have too.
Now I search these pages
     for just some clue.
What did I feel
     or maybe think?
Some time to remember;
     wounds to shrink

@s.ray 6-9-2012        

Another Goodbye

As I sit quietly and read the thoughts...
... I'd give the world to have it back...
The struggles we made as a family to unite...
when the time came and you passed...
they were one... the family we tried to perfect,
had somehow grown and woven lives together.

As we go back to "sort out" your life,
I find that I'm still there...
in the pictures, the cards, the things of mine I left..
So I moved out yet you never moved on?...
What's it worth now... now that you're gone.

Your daughter won't hear you laugh, cry, play, or even sigh.
She won't see your pride when she does right,
she won't feel your kiss on her cheek, or be given away one day...
when she marries the man of her dreams...
You won't be in the crowd when she graduates,
you won't see her life unfold... sitting in the stands.

I will live on with the emptiness, confusion, regret...
yes, the hurt the anger and the lose... .... will become a part of me.
All of these children left... with no father alive. . . . .

As you take your place in Heaven...
       just remeber to shine down on them...
            remeber to keep them in your sights.

@s.ray 9-27-2008

Silent Tears

Once again we lay in silence.
No space between us... yet a thousand miles apart.
Our bodies touch but we don't touch one another...
How do we continue on? ....this way...
We claim love yet live without even the resemblence of like.
Can't you reach out?
Am I not the one you long for anymore?
Can you lay in the same bed as me and still...
not want to hold me or speak to me?
I truelly believe now that you do hate me.
Where has the love gone?
Why do I lay by you at night and cry silent tears?

@s.ray 3-12-2004

Taken Away...

Our Love was strong enough and pure enough
to last through all things to endure all time
to forgive all wrongs and cherish all rights.

Together we created...
Beautiful ~ Intelligent ~ free spirits
that will bless the lives of many.

We were supposed to be together for a lifetime
somehow life has gone wrong and taken
the other half of me away too soon...

As the sun sets each day it is followed by the moon ~
I shine in the lives of those around me..
yet when the day is done ~
                      where lies my moon?

.. ... ( Taken away too soon) ... ..

@s.ray 1-6-2004

R.I.P SAJ.

illusion of beauty

If I put on a dress
and six inch heels...
then take you to bed,
and ask you how it feels?
If you pay for my time,
my gifts of pleasure?
Does it increase my worth,
on an internal measure?

The face of perfection
the artistic creations
the illusion of beauty
is all that is seen through
the nights persuasion.

The face recognized
by the person within
trapped in a life
that is ridden with sin.
When set free to live
within realities realm
will not ever see beyond
that illusion of beauty.

The people who smile
and great with kind words
will only be seen as
others who judge worth.

Trapped by the image within.

@s.ray 2-10-2013

A Golden Rule?

"Do Unto Others" is the Golden Rule.
Ironically ~ I don't really follow life to that;
         Why?

Because my spirit guides me another way.

I can not look at my past, present, or future
and say that I would want to treat
others this way...

Someone need to be the stronger free'er one
and just do as it should be; or try to anyway.

If I went through living giving back
what I've gotten.. ~ I'd be no-where!

Not everyone is the same ~ we are not all supposed to be.

If we all wait to treat someone how they treat us...
       Who goes first???
           .... or do we all just sit and wait...??

@s.ray 2005

Minds Fire

This is not because I misunderstand,
not because theres something wrong with my mind.
This is not because of my emotions
not because I took it too far this time!

The truth is bottled up inside-
so far deep and Never let free.
For so long I considered others
and Never wanted them to be upset like me.

Yet at some point in life you must see
you must be able to open your own eyes.
The things you do, the words you say
will come back and haunt You one day.

Lashing out in simple frustrations
never considering where the ending will take us.
Yelling, insulting, demanding, and disrespecting.
All of these will eventually leave...
         even the best ones... unprotected.

The human heart can only hold
its weight worth of happinesses in gold.
That leaves so little room for the hurt...
that gets injected through the burning cuts.

Shutting down is no longer an option.
Tuning away has only worked for so long.
The false smiles and pretend words...
can no longer stand against these hurts.

The Mind now controls, and is filled with fire.
The words that now flow will reflect the hearts desire.
Lashing Back has finally come.... but always with a price,
always leaving victims on the run.

Reflect now, and look deep within
for the answers you seek,
        and realize--
             a person can only withstand,
                      just so much in life...
before they claim it their own again.

Standing tall agaist lifes winds... setting them free
to dwindle the minds now raging fires....

@s.ray 2-10-2013

Required by Love

Love requires:
  patience
   understanding
    respect
     tenderness
      passion
       imperfection
        forgiveness
         compassion
          time
Love does not Require:
  pain
   hurt
    tears
     anger
      fear
       hate
        animosity
         sarcasm
          control

@s.ray 2-8-2013

Vision of Happiness

If I could choose the perfect one,
the one I'd spend my life with...
Then what would it be
that would make me happy?
What would it be that would make
life complete?

A smiling face that smiled from within
and filled each day with reason.
A gentle voice that wispered
the sweetest secrets...
and a strong voice there when I need it.
Laughter that lived without end.

A heart that loved so completly
it saw even the deepest parts of me.
The hand to wipe the tears away,
and the shoulder to lean,
and shed them upon...
Comfort that could withstand.

A mind that would travel the journeys
to worlds and places, that set us free.
Words that express the deeper thoughts
and capture the simple purities.
The owner of an artistic vision,
a muse to each other we would be.

A follower, a leader, a companion.
To forever hold my hand and
Live this vision of Happiness with.
United we'd be in all that we choose,
facing life together...
win or lose.

@s.ray 2-8-2013

Escape Me

I can put on
            a mask,
and hide the scars...

I can change
            anything about,
how I appear to be...

But whatever I do,
          wherever I go,

I can never
         escape from,

What's really...
         ~   Me  ~

@s.ray

... not a poem this time...

What is it that can make the words rhyme?
Why would everything flow on a line?
Is the mind loosing touch with reality?
As page after page of words are set free?
Law of averages seem to say...
more that 1 is written a day.
The truth of the words are more frightening,
some days they flow with the force of lightening.
On others the peace comes and quiets the mind,
giving the soul an escape,
-- a place to unwind.
Then as if to prove its grip on these,
the words flow again, with the greatest of ease.

@s.ray 2-2-2013

The Power of the Soul

Its the driving force that always ends strong,
the loud voice that pushes us forth.
The strength that flows through our veins
and Beats resounding force within our hearts.
In the moments when life is a challenge,
the power can step back and seem to absorb.
But in the final decisions, the impacting moments...
The power of the soul will put life on course.
Clearing the mind and setting the heart free,
this power will open the eyes to see all lifes beauty.
The soul thrives on the power within, it breaths it deeply
as after each stumble, a new course, it begins....
Like the mightiest forces in this land, the soul will forever
stand simple and yet grand.

@s.ray 2-2-2013

Pains of a heart

A simple organ
deep within.
Yet the sensations
attached spread so far beyond.
It skips a beat
and the rhythm is felt.
As emotions build
and become ever stronger.
The ache inside
when for lust it is yearning,
is the same ache it feels
when from love
it is burning.
When excited for life
or hurting from love
the pain of the heart
controls what one does.

@s.ray 2-1-2013

It All Has A Price

Nothing in this life is free,
the ideas and dreams we hope for,
the wants and desires that may one day be.
All come with a price attached.

Happiness we long for,
eternity we try to live for,
even when found will somehow have...
A price that is attached.

The value of the life will live,
is easily determined by ones worth.
Yes, even the soul we long to connect to,
Will somehow come with a price attached.

When life is done and answers come,
the life we lived is valued.
In our final moments of recollection,
we will realize...
            ... there was a price attached.

@s.ray 2-1-2013

Word Dreams

Words filled my head
since life began to make sense.
Secretly and protectively
I kept them only for me.
Frinding their way
to see light of day.
Even when I tried
desperatly to silence them.
Filling the space
and breaking away...
to one day run free..
in the open light of day.
Mind, ... finding peace
in words that can be...
instantly combined in elegancy.
Dreams of being
for more than just me.
Ideas of finding place in lifes eternity.
....

Only to have dreams checked
once again by reality,
reminded that words
are only....
           ... our own best friends.

@s.ray 2-1-2013

the Oak in Me

The seasons change and life slowly drains.
Leaving lifes source all crisp and dried up.
In a perfect world, as all grew cold,
they would have let go and scattered in beauty.
Protecting the ground that preciosly surrounds.
Keeping it warm and full of lifes fertility.
But for this strong and growing oak,
the perfect world so clearly evaded.
What made life cling so strong, to dry in a blowing breeze?
Why does this oak stand, amongst the bareness that surrounds,
still covered proudly in its leaves?
The moments of change show so clearly now, as the cold wind blows.
Leaves that rustle, still hold strong to all that life offered,
not willing to change lifes destiny, not willing to let go.
Soon the warmth of spring will come... and force them then to fall...
cheated of their final puprose, as new life springs from the earth.
Blown away and quickly forgotten is all that will remain...
of the oaks great sheild this winter... its proud and strong cover.
                    ..... I look at the proud oak...
                    and know it is a reflection of me.

@s.ray 2-1-2013

Waters of Change

the fuller a stream becomes...
the faster the water flows...
the imperfecions
so easily turn...
into bumps that add to the beauty...
lost in the fullness...
of the raging emotion...
the drastic ledges...
creature inspiring attraction...
forcing new outlets...
for all that is churning...
the river is full...
its banks are reforming...

@s.ray 2-1-2013