Tragic

Tragic  The struggle we find ourselves in Morbidly unnecessary.  For life as short as it is Filled not with pleasure But with pain A pain so palpable we need  To run from it just to breathe Death and destruction  The brothers to Vindictiveness and spite  Bowing my head Knowing there is a greater power Taking control Taking a stand I lean to the lord Lean so far I'm horizontal  For mercy grace and safe passage  Having faith that I have earned it Tears burning parallel trails of grief Down my face to pool at my feet Suddenly I'm Alice Drounding in my own sorrow Frantically searching For a hand to hold Like something bred from a nightmare The hands I grab for turn to ash Frustration breeds desperation  Turning in circles Forever alone

You and Me

You and me We've been there Seen the lights  The fights the thrills The pain horror and strife But I wouldn't change a thing Wouldn't pull out that thorn That feeling of betrayal That pricks at perverbial bubble That sheilds our life  Wouldn't pull the plug on The things that are a memorial  To who and what we are I Would do it again And again Because before and after Crashing into the valley Of uncertainty Our love Our joy Gave us the wings On which we could soar Exhilarating uplifting Fun exciting Worth it Wouldn't Change a thing Because Together  we are a strength  Indisructable With an inpenitrable bond That will never Be broken By no one and nothing

Thinking out loud

Sometimes I just sit here I wonder where my life has been Where it will go If I will survive Time passes so fast I drag my feet Wanting to grab hold Of everything that is slipping Through my fingers And cry! Oh how I cry! As if I'm losing something Wasting a precious moment Wondering if maybe  A single simple moment Could have changed it all. A simple hello An easy "stay with me" A pittance of pleading. An " I'm sorry " A resounding scream Three small words... I love you Who would here them? Who would care? Close my eyes Just shut them Reaching out Reaching out

The beautiful life.
Is being surrounded by the happiness of a child.
Bella Vita..
Is their laughter
Is their dancing to a new song
Is their smile
Their very outlook on life, it's like a breath of
Fresh air
So what is the beautiful life? What makes the very essence of a bella vita?  
It's life ever present through the eyes of an innocent child...