Time in a bottle:
This is about me, and sometimes how you can hold back the very thing that could have saved your life; that could help your efforts. Well I can learn from my own actions, ones that have brought me grief before and ones that make no sense at all, now thinking of it. It is true that feeling should be expressed but when? and how so that you get the desired effect.
Now I call this piece "Time in a bottle" because it almost seem as if I have not moved from where I was years ago when I first fell in love; the man I was then was one who cared about everyone and everything. Well why can't you? I have love inside enough for the world to smile at least once all at the same time (that is a lot of love but it burns out in such a short while ) so why even try to do it? why even try to care? someone will find something wrong with it and cry foul. The sad thing it may be someone you really care for, in the end you are left standing looking foolish and heart broken; stomach tied up in knots just waiting to die from an ulcer.
So why don't you just move on? why are you the one person who fights and begs for the door to be left open? why do you think you care more than everyone? why do you hold other people much more dearly than yourself? and why Guy are you thinking the best of other people even when they think the worst of you? . . . . You must be a sadist! one who enjoys to been burned; well I am not all of the above. I just believe that there is good within people even if I am looked at as if I am not I will always keep love in my heart and I have no enemies they are loved. And if that causes me to fall then so be it but I maintain integrity and I have a soul that knows where I am going and my lips will speak truth always.
Ps: mankind you are loved even you if you may not love me.
A poem I wrote for someone special there is a key in there, and it unlocks the most valued gift I own. :-)
Time between you and me
It is more than time that brews when I don’t hear from you.
It’s the earth that shakes, and my little world that breaks.
I turn to write and there you are,
I am at the receiving end of a hole in my heart so I dare not pretend.
I never really knew that this was all because of you,
But it could mot be, this is insanity!
Truth is I really have not lived,
Just been on this last part of life’s decay!
A promise from God to me for a life filled, and totally free;
Then you came along, you seemed to be singing the last words to my song.
Just at the time when I was just giving up,
Your life filled my cup!
I found purpose to breath, the perfect peace and ease;
The distance is a test of our souls!
Two themes entangled collaborating to make a phrase,
Two stories telling a great tale and the product a great book.
I have seen many seeds planted and the tree produce no fruit,
But if visions were given to men then one was given to me!
I saw us two inspired to fly and this world be free,
A note to all that follow, the crumbs are there to lead you back home to the sea.
A place that you and I found at different times that was soothing,
And calming and brought peace to you and also to me.
The thing that separates us and can be so frustrating,
Is the distance and a small bit of time between you and me.
BY Guy T Woods sr July 24, 2011
