crazy love by van morrison

I can hear her heart beat for a thousand miles,
And the heavens open every time she smiles.
And when I come to her that's where I belong,
Yet I'm running to her like a river's song.

She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love.
She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love.

She's got a fine sense of humor when I'm feeling low down,
And when I come to her when the sun goes down.
Take away my trouble, take away my grief.
Take away my heartache, in the night like a thief.

She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love.
She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love.

Yes I need her in the daytime.
Yes I need her in the night.
Yes I want to throw my arms around her,
Kiss her hug her kiss her hug her tight.

And when I'm returning from so far away,
She gives me some sweet lovin' brighten up my day.
Yes it makes me righteous, yes it makes me feel whole.
Yes it makes me mellow down in to my soul.

She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love.
She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love.

if i could....

....love a picture.....

knowing

i know that your heart is with me.
i know you are right beside me.
i know that we will be together again soon.
i know we will be together forever.
i know we fit.
i know you will visit me in my dreams.
i know i will see you each time i close my eyes.
i know i will feel you during my time away....

...also

i know that time is fast when we are together.
i know that it pains me to drive away.
i know that time is slow when we are apart.
i know that leaving is the hardest thing....

...but

i know that you love me.
i know that i love you....

...and

i know what this is.

tender moments

.....there are so many difficulties in the life of most single fathers. we concern ourselves with the safety of our children, their mental, physical and spiritual wellness, and if there is time, we try to fit in something for ourselves....all the while, doing it on our own. i feel that a father/daughter relationship is especially important, for the daughter needs an accurate representation of what men should be like. you build a loving, respectful, trustworty connection that is most important for your relationship....but something still seems to be missing....the love of a lady for yourself that can easily meld with your entire being (entire = daughter and self).....it is a very big deal to introduce a woman into the picture.....

.....well, this picture represents the 'life-picture', and how such a big deal can sometimes be the simplest of things....because it just feels so right. thank you jenny, for making this so easy.

a letter to you

dear sweet beautiful one,

do you know...
how deeply
my love river
flows?

dear tender hearted one,

do you know...
how carefully
i hold your
soul in mine?
do you know...
i will never
treat you with
anything less than
respect?
and honor?

dear young free-spirited one,

do you know...
that if you ever need
to run,
i will set you free
and,
do you know...
that if you need someone
to run
beside you,
i will?
do you know...
that wherever you run,
home-base will always
be in my
heart?

dear passionate one,

do you know...
that wherever your taste
will take you
that i
will always be
there?
do you know...
that your love for me
will always be
matched by that
of my own
for you?

dear questioning one,

do you know...
that i may not
have all
the right answers?

and no matter...
what the
question,

no matter...
how it may
pain me to hear,

no matter...
how it sounds,

my answer, sweet angel,
is always...

i love you.

further

what is it she does....
other than be.....
other than love?

is there a way to explain....
the loss of anger....
the absence of pain?

i see without my glasses....
our beauty for we....
a change for th'masses.

i used to wonder "if never"....
only now do i KNOW....
the meaning of forever.

You Are My Key by jenny

So it's been said that God made Adam
and from Adam, his own perfect mate.
Legend tells a lost rib to madam,
one gained love, and a sealed human fate.

They knew not what was to gain or lose
knew not of sin, nudity's uncouth.
They'd not felt curiosity's bruise;
She took his rib, gave him love and truth.

And so they fell, and fell together,
out from the garden's great harmony.
Held each other close through the weather,
learned how to surive earth's agony.

They and we are not so far apart,
our tales, actually, quite the same.
I was made with a piece of your heart,
the piece that you had the key to tame.

In taming, enflaming, engulfing
my being with love so true and right.
You fill me, you thrill me, completing
the real (w)me, show'ring man with God's light.

Together, our pieces burn with the
image of one unified God: Love.

introduction to love

when i was twelve,
something beautiful happened.
love was born....
.......inside of me.

i do not remember,
but i am very sure...
of it happening.
......i feel it now.

i know not how she grew,
from a simple piece of my heart.

i know not how she gave me hers,
and how i ever managed not.

.....to drop it.

it is now time.
for the melding of pieces.

pieces of poetry,
love,
artistic peace.

pieces of scap...
others have tried to sweep.
......under the rug.

pieces of a god.

i suppose it is time.
when there is truly no time.
like this present....

a gift....

i have been given.
given or taken...
either way, i earned it.

worked for it.

bled for it.

cried for it...


and it finally was placed before me.

from The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran

Then said Almitra, Speak to us of Love.
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said:
When love becons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yeild to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure.
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives not but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possessses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
o wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

hand signals - by jenny

this road
same old, gray, dreary road
has always made me feel partly dead
sepia barns and grasses pass by
none too satisfyingly

turn by the wheelbarrow
there will be an oak tree
and a cow
and then you take a right

I've been down this road a thousand times
but somehow I missed it
I did not see this turnoff before
has this street always been here?

Side road, I think not
change of course maybe; this is no detour.


Holding my breath I make the turn
No, it's not me.
you're driving... and as you take me through the turn
you have your arm out the window to signal Right

and suddenly, as though slamming into a wall
Through a wall,
life switches modes to colorvision
and that old gray barn fades into the distance..

unhidden for me - by jenny

I see you (we) there
on the other side.
These wire diamonds are my (our) only enemy.
I wrap my fingers around the holes and reach

but it's not far enough
and my flesh welps in squares, diagonal
as my body presses into the great divide

There is a door somewhere
some there
where?

I know you (we) can find it. .

You touch me
energy - tangible
effervescence

the light boils on my skin as I reach
to press against that blasphemous wall
most hated wall
why did I build you?

I can feel you around me, in me, through me
I press again with more might and
I
fall.

Hands, head, face, body, fall
heart, fall


I see you (we) there

so close

so, so close

shiver..

/There is no wall./