Look out to the horizon,
A whole world lies beyond
The path of life shall guide you
And move you swiftly on,
There’s new things to discover
And unseen sights to see
But always I’ll be waiting
For when you return to me.
The road stretches before you
No one knows just how far,
And whatever may befall you
Just remember who you are
If others try to change you,
Think who you want to be,
And I’ll be right here waiting
For when you return to me.
You’ll find you’ve reached your limit,
When you can go no more,
And you’ll always have the memories
Of good times you’ve had before
So when your journey’s ending,
And you’ve managed to break free
Just remember I’m here waiting
For when you’re back here with me.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
cosa di cui essere grati?
in italian:
cosa di cui essere grati?
Sono grato per aver paura, perché mi ricorda ciò che è importante per me.
se so che cosa ho paura di mi aiuta a concentrarsi maggiormente su quello che voglio di più nella mia vita. Io so che le cose non sono sempre meravigliosi. vorrei che fossero. ma posso solo sperare che col tempo le cose miglioreranno. Troverò l'amore della mia vita. Mi dispiace che tu non lo sono. E 'difficile da aprire il mio cuore a chiunque, come di nuovo. ma la paura mi ricorda che I Love to Love. Mi piace imparare. Ho il desiderio di essere felici.
Sono grato per questo sentimento, aiuta a ricordarmi che io amo non solo con il mio cuore ma con tutta l'anima, la mia mente tutto, tutto il mio essere.
un giorno ho paura che vincerà e che mi renderà più forte. mi farà una persona più completa. così come ho detto, sono grato per la paura. Io non ho paura di essere soli. Io non ho paura di ricominciare. Forse volevi essere l'unica per me, ho capito che non seppe mai chi sei veramente. Mi dispiace per volere così male. Mi dispiace per voler aver trovato la persona che vorrei trascorrere il resto della mia vita. Mi dispiace che, quella persona non hai potuto essere e io la troverò un giorno. Sono sicuro di questo. E 'sicuro come so che il mio sentimento di paura se ne andrà.
cosa di cui essere grati?
Sono grato per aver paura, perché mi ricorda ciò che è importante per me.
se so che cosa ho paura di mi aiuta a concentrarsi maggiormente su quello che voglio di più nella mia vita. Io so che le cose non sono sempre meravigliosi. vorrei che fossero. ma posso solo sperare che col tempo le cose miglioreranno. Troverò l'amore della mia vita. Mi dispiace che tu non lo sono. E 'difficile da aprire il mio cuore a chiunque, come di nuovo. ma la paura mi ricorda che I Love to Love. Mi piace imparare. Ho il desiderio di essere felici.
Sono grato per questo sentimento, aiuta a ricordarmi che io amo non solo con il mio cuore ma con tutta l'anima, la mia mente tutto, tutto il mio essere.
un giorno ho paura che vincerà e che mi renderà più forte. mi farà una persona più completa. così come ho detto, sono grato per la paura. Io non ho paura di essere soli. Io non ho paura di ricominciare. Forse volevi essere l'unica per me, ho capito che non seppe mai chi sei veramente. Mi dispiace per volere così male. Mi dispiace per voler aver trovato la persona che vorrei trascorrere il resto della mia vita. Mi dispiace che, quella persona non hai potuto essere e io la troverò un giorno. Sono sicuro di questo. E 'sicuro come so che il mio sentimento di paura se ne andrà.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
There are times.
There are times when words aren’t enough
feelings can’t always be put into words;
because they are inadequate and often escape us
sometimes, there are only feelings.
There are times when all you need is a look;
a silent, wordless connection between souls
an understanding that needs no translation
a natural, knowing stare that says everything.
There are times when all you need is a touch;
nothing spoken - just the gesture of reaching out
touching, silently transferring your energy
conveying something that comes from within
There are times when all you need is acceptance
to know that you are valued as you are
that any changes you make only enhance you more
as you discover yourself.
There are times when all you need is love
no conditions or demands, only simplicity.
to know that for no reason at all
another chooses you over all others.
There are times when all you ever wanted,
was to be completed by another person.
There are times when you need all of these things
there are times when nothing else matters.
feelings can’t always be put into words;
because they are inadequate and often escape us
sometimes, there are only feelings.
There are times when all you need is a look;
a silent, wordless connection between souls
an understanding that needs no translation
a natural, knowing stare that says everything.
There are times when all you need is a touch;
nothing spoken - just the gesture of reaching out
touching, silently transferring your energy
conveying something that comes from within
There are times when all you need is acceptance
to know that you are valued as you are
that any changes you make only enhance you more
as you discover yourself.
There are times when all you need is love
no conditions or demands, only simplicity.
to know that for no reason at all
another chooses you over all others.
There are times when all you ever wanted,
was to be completed by another person.
There are times when you need all of these things
there are times when nothing else matters.
the will of god...
The will of God will never take you,
Where the grace of God cannot keep you,
Where the arms of God cannot support you,
Where the riches of God cannot supply your needs,
Where the power of God cannot endow you.
The will of God will never take you,
Where the Spirit of God cannot work through you,
Where the wisdom of God cannot teach you,
Where the army of God cannot protect you,
Where the hands of God cannot mold you.
The will of God will never take you,
Where the love of God cannot enfold you,
Where the mercies of God cannot sustain you,
Where the peace of God cannot calm your fears,
Where the authority of God cannot overrule for you.
The will of God will never take you,
Where the comfort of God cannot dry your tears,
Where the Word of God cannot feed you,
Where the miracles of God cannot be done for you,
Where the omnipresence of God cannot find you.
"Everything happens for a purpose.
We may not see the wisdom of it all now
but trust and believe in the Lord
that everything is for the best."
Where the grace of God cannot keep you,
Where the arms of God cannot support you,
Where the riches of God cannot supply your needs,
Where the power of God cannot endow you.
The will of God will never take you,
Where the Spirit of God cannot work through you,
Where the wisdom of God cannot teach you,
Where the army of God cannot protect you,
Where the hands of God cannot mold you.
The will of God will never take you,
Where the love of God cannot enfold you,
Where the mercies of God cannot sustain you,
Where the peace of God cannot calm your fears,
Where the authority of God cannot overrule for you.
The will of God will never take you,
Where the comfort of God cannot dry your tears,
Where the Word of God cannot feed you,
Where the miracles of God cannot be done for you,
Where the omnipresence of God cannot find you.
"Everything happens for a purpose.
We may not see the wisdom of it all now
but trust and believe in the Lord
that everything is for the best."
Saturday, October 23, 2010
What Dreams Are Made Of..
You became apart of me so quickly it caught me by surprise.
To have someone you've been waiting for walk into your life so unexpectedly.
I try and remember.
What was it about you I found so interesting. so fascinating?
A familiar bookstore.
A shy tall polite man said "Hello".
A pleasant smile.
A girl with a Beatles bag.
Who knew all these things would lead to now.
I was so interested in getting to know you.
Wanting to understand what it was about you that made you tick.
What was it that you wanted most out of life?
He said to pursue my dream, while I am young enough to have the courage in me to try.
He was 33 and a dreamer.
She was 27 and looking for something anything to inspire her again.
Inspire her to dream, to believe in magic.
Tea, conversations of god and the universe.
was this fate? Was this coincidence?
Was this just an accident?
I remembered him as we departed that day.
I remember being excited. Anticipating when we would meet again.
What would it be like?
Would I see you again?
As my mind filled with these doubts I got a text.
A transmission of the universe communicating with me.
You have a beautiful smile.
Here was this man so polite so gentle telling me he enjoyed our evening too.
What happened to me?
He mentioned that he had a show the next wednesday of that week.
So I went. I didn't know what quite to expect so I brought some friends.
I heard him sing.
It surprised me.
Here is this man I can so clearly see, trying to express his soul.
his music.
His views of the world.
He fustrations with life.
Born to bleed.
was he signing about me?
Did he know our paths would meet?
How can this be. i thought to myself.
How can this be.
After he greeted me with egerness. Delighted that I had come to see him.
To hear him. To get to know him.
Spend more time with him.
We laugh.
We walked.
we talked.
Breakfast at 1am.
He walked me back to my car.
He kissed my cheek.
And the smell of him so sweet lingered in the air in my car ride home.
I thought what is that smell?
What is it.
Intosicating.
sandalwood of all things.
Musk. Sweet scent, mixed with lavendar.
I loved him. I hardly knew him. But I loved him.
I wanted more. i needed more.
I was looking for more.
And was this it?
Was he it for me???????
Was this what I have been waiting for?
I saw you once.
I saw who you where.
I saw what dreams you had... and I believed in you.
I had faith in you.
I had faith in the posibilities that lied before us. this. Whatever it was.
time.
we both had left such and impression on eachother.
This yearning was there I had never felt before.
Words echanged.
You have stayed true to your words 2 years past.
You have never left me down.
You have never let me down.
YOU HAVE NEVER LET ME DOWN.
I have.
I stoped believingin the dreams.
I stopped believeing in the dreams.
for if we don't have dreams, we give into our fear.
I see that now.
I see that now.
You never stopped believing.
Show me how to have blind faith.
tell me i am wrong.
loving you was the best thing I will ever do.
inspire me to grow again.
To have someone you've been waiting for walk into your life so unexpectedly.
I try and remember.
What was it about you I found so interesting. so fascinating?
A familiar bookstore.
A shy tall polite man said "Hello".
A pleasant smile.
A girl with a Beatles bag.
Who knew all these things would lead to now.
I was so interested in getting to know you.
Wanting to understand what it was about you that made you tick.
What was it that you wanted most out of life?
He said to pursue my dream, while I am young enough to have the courage in me to try.
He was 33 and a dreamer.
She was 27 and looking for something anything to inspire her again.
Inspire her to dream, to believe in magic.
Tea, conversations of god and the universe.
was this fate? Was this coincidence?
Was this just an accident?
I remembered him as we departed that day.
I remember being excited. Anticipating when we would meet again.
What would it be like?
Would I see you again?
As my mind filled with these doubts I got a text.
A transmission of the universe communicating with me.
You have a beautiful smile.
Here was this man so polite so gentle telling me he enjoyed our evening too.
What happened to me?
He mentioned that he had a show the next wednesday of that week.
So I went. I didn't know what quite to expect so I brought some friends.
I heard him sing.
It surprised me.
Here is this man I can so clearly see, trying to express his soul.
his music.
His views of the world.
He fustrations with life.
Born to bleed.
was he signing about me?
Did he know our paths would meet?
How can this be. i thought to myself.
How can this be.
After he greeted me with egerness. Delighted that I had come to see him.
To hear him. To get to know him.
Spend more time with him.
We laugh.
We walked.
we talked.
Breakfast at 1am.
He walked me back to my car.
He kissed my cheek.
And the smell of him so sweet lingered in the air in my car ride home.
I thought what is that smell?
What is it.
Intosicating.
sandalwood of all things.
Musk. Sweet scent, mixed with lavendar.
I loved him. I hardly knew him. But I loved him.
I wanted more. i needed more.
I was looking for more.
And was this it?
Was he it for me???????
Was this what I have been waiting for?
I saw you once.
I saw who you where.
I saw what dreams you had... and I believed in you.
I had faith in you.
I had faith in the posibilities that lied before us. this. Whatever it was.
time.
we both had left such and impression on eachother.
This yearning was there I had never felt before.
Words echanged.
You have stayed true to your words 2 years past.
You have never left me down.
You have never let me down.
YOU HAVE NEVER LET ME DOWN.
I have.
I stoped believingin the dreams.
I stopped believeing in the dreams.
for if we don't have dreams, we give into our fear.
I see that now.
I see that now.
You never stopped believing.
Show me how to have blind faith.
tell me i am wrong.
loving you was the best thing I will ever do.
inspire me to grow again.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Stuck in the places we're at.......
I sit all alone with only my thoughts,
watching a blank screen
as I pray that you'll be coming on,
waiting by the phone every night
at the time you normally call
hoping just to hear your voice again tonight.
Life feels so hollow
without you here by my side,
with you is where I belong
and this distance is killing me slowly,
I hate the miles that separate us
but right now we're stuck where we are.
Stuck in the places we're at,
not where we want to be,
in this long distance relationship
with only pictures to hold at night
to feel just a little closer to the one we love,
stroking your cheek through the glass
instead of your skin.
Caught up in the world
and stuck in a nightmare,
not where we had seen ourselves by now,
the nights get so long and cold
and the days seem impossible sometimes,
praying the distance will melt away.
The minutes seem like hours
and the hours seem like days
as slowly the time apart passes,
so slowly it's killing me,
I just can't help but cry
as I think of you baby.
Praying to find the strength to keep fighting
for this love that means more than anything
but the distance hurts so much
as the days keep passing us by,
sometimes it seems like things will never change,
those are the days that hurt the most.
Stuck in the places we're at,
not where we want to be,
in this long distance relationship
with only pictures to hold at night
to feel just a little closer to the one we love,
stroking your cheek through the glass
instead of your skin.
I'll wait for you as long as it takes,
you're worth any and everything to me,
hearing your voice across the distance
is the sweetest sound I've ever heard
but it doesn't relieve the pain
that I still can't touch you.
watching a blank screen
as I pray that you'll be coming on,
waiting by the phone every night
at the time you normally call
hoping just to hear your voice again tonight.
Life feels so hollow
without you here by my side,
with you is where I belong
and this distance is killing me slowly,
I hate the miles that separate us
but right now we're stuck where we are.
Stuck in the places we're at,
not where we want to be,
in this long distance relationship
with only pictures to hold at night
to feel just a little closer to the one we love,
stroking your cheek through the glass
instead of your skin.
Caught up in the world
and stuck in a nightmare,
not where we had seen ourselves by now,
the nights get so long and cold
and the days seem impossible sometimes,
praying the distance will melt away.
The minutes seem like hours
and the hours seem like days
as slowly the time apart passes,
so slowly it's killing me,
I just can't help but cry
as I think of you baby.
Praying to find the strength to keep fighting
for this love that means more than anything
but the distance hurts so much
as the days keep passing us by,
sometimes it seems like things will never change,
those are the days that hurt the most.
Stuck in the places we're at,
not where we want to be,
in this long distance relationship
with only pictures to hold at night
to feel just a little closer to the one we love,
stroking your cheek through the glass
instead of your skin.
I'll wait for you as long as it takes,
you're worth any and everything to me,
hearing your voice across the distance
is the sweetest sound I've ever heard
but it doesn't relieve the pain
that I still can't touch you.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
Mountain Interval
1916
- One of my favorite poems.
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
Mountain Interval
1916
- One of my favorite poems.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Two Year Anniversary
Happy two year anniversary, Christopher
I love you with all of my heart and soul
You are my world, all of my dreams
And I want you to know that I'll never let you go
You truly are the most important person
In my life
Christopher, not only have you been my lover
But also my best friend
Through good times and bad
We've stayed by each others sides
Holding on tightly to each other
In each other we have found
Our happiness, our peace, and our home
Through the trials, obstacles
And even the distance
We haven't let it phase us
As we show the world that
Our love runs deep and true
That our bond is too strong to break
And throughout everything
We are forever devoted to each other
I can never express enough
How much I love you
How much I care about you
And how much I can't live without you
You truly are my soul mate,
My angel, and my piece of Heaven on earth
God has truly blessed us
For two years now and
I know He will continue to do so.
<3 Still Yours,
Crislyn
I love you with all of my heart and soul
You are my world, all of my dreams
And I want you to know that I'll never let you go
You truly are the most important person
In my life
Christopher, not only have you been my lover
But also my best friend
Through good times and bad
We've stayed by each others sides
Holding on tightly to each other
In each other we have found
Our happiness, our peace, and our home
Through the trials, obstacles
And even the distance
We haven't let it phase us
As we show the world that
Our love runs deep and true
That our bond is too strong to break
And throughout everything
We are forever devoted to each other
I can never express enough
How much I love you
How much I care about you
And how much I can't live without you
You truly are my soul mate,
My angel, and my piece of Heaven on earth
God has truly blessed us
For two years now and
I know He will continue to do so.
<3 Still Yours,
Crislyn
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Our Greatest Fear
Our Greatest Fear —Marianne Williamson
it is our light not our darkness that most frightens us
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other
people won't feel insecure around you.
We were born to make manifest the glory of
God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
Our presence automatically liberates others.
-Written By : Marianne Williamson Book Return to Love
-Speech Givin by: Nelson Mandela
it is our light not our darkness that most frightens us
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other
people won't feel insecure around you.
We were born to make manifest the glory of
God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
Our presence automatically liberates others.
-Written By : Marianne Williamson Book Return to Love
-Speech Givin by: Nelson Mandela
Monday, March 22, 2010
Mable
She is my other eyes that can see above the clouds;
my other ears that hear above the winds.
She is the part of me that can reach out into the sea.
She has told me a thousand times over that I am her reason for being:
by the way she rests against my leg;
by the way she thumps her tail at my smallest smile;
by the way she shows her hurt when I leave without taking her.
(I think it makes her sick with worry when sheis not along to care for me.)
When I am wrong, she is delighted to forgive.
When I am angry, she clowns to make me smile.
When I am happy, she is joy unbounded.
When I am a fool, she ignores it.
When I succeed, she brags.
Without her, I am only another woman.
With her, I am all-powerful.
She is loyalty itself.
She has taught me the meaning of devotion.
With her, I know a secret comfort and a private peace.
She has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant.
Her head on my knee can heal my human hurts.
Her presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things.
She has promised to wait for me...whenever...wherever--in case I need her.
And I expect I will--as I always have.
She is just my dog.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
it's hard to fall asleep.
It’s hard to fall asleep tonight
Because all I can think of is you
I can’t seem to get to sleep
Which is what I really want to do
I’m laying in bed…wide awake
When sleep is what I need.
But thinking of you is keeping me up!
What a problem this is indeed.
I’m still awake and it’s very late
This really isn’t fair!
I need my rest, it’ll be morning soon
But my mind just doesn’t care.
I’m thinking about you, how I want you near,
As I stare outside my window.
I cuddle up close, (which is dumb I suppose)
Because I’m wishing you were my pillow.
I wish you were here laying next to me
As I run my fingers through your hair.
I want to be warm, wrapped in your arms
And fall asleep knowing you’re there
I want to rest my head on your chest,
To be calmed by your steady heart-beating,
To lay there and smile because you’ll be here all the while,
Under sheets while we’re gently sleeping.
But alas, what a shame, everything is the same
And I’m still alone in my bed.
I’m thinking of you and it’s keeping me up…
I guess I’ll try sleeping again instead.
Because all I can think of is you
I can’t seem to get to sleep
Which is what I really want to do
I’m laying in bed…wide awake
When sleep is what I need.
But thinking of you is keeping me up!
What a problem this is indeed.
I’m still awake and it’s very late
This really isn’t fair!
I need my rest, it’ll be morning soon
But my mind just doesn’t care.
I’m thinking about you, how I want you near,
As I stare outside my window.
I cuddle up close, (which is dumb I suppose)
Because I’m wishing you were my pillow.
I wish you were here laying next to me
As I run my fingers through your hair.
I want to be warm, wrapped in your arms
And fall asleep knowing you’re there
I want to rest my head on your chest,
To be calmed by your steady heart-beating,
To lay there and smile because you’ll be here all the while,
Under sheets while we’re gently sleeping.
But alas, what a shame, everything is the same
And I’m still alone in my bed.
I’m thinking of you and it’s keeping me up…
I guess I’ll try sleeping again instead.
Monday, January 11, 2010
The Light
By moonlight,
or starlight,
or in the sun's bright rays,
I journey,
guiding my way
by keeping
to the light
as best I can.
Sometimes all seems dark,
then I remember
how the poppy turns its head,
follows the sun's passage across the sky,
then rests in night's cool shadows,
bowing in thanks
to whatever power
makes the stalk
stand straight and strong,
drawing deep from its roots
a wine dark love.
In moonlight,
the garden glows,
silvering the poppies.
And even by starlight
you can tell
shades of darkness
if you try.
So do not lose heart
when vision dims.
Journey forth
as best you can-
bloom when you are able,
rest when you must,
keep faith,
keep always
towards the light.
or starlight,
or in the sun's bright rays,
I journey,
guiding my way
by keeping
to the light
as best I can.
Sometimes all seems dark,
then I remember
how the poppy turns its head,
follows the sun's passage across the sky,
then rests in night's cool shadows,
bowing in thanks
to whatever power
makes the stalk
stand straight and strong,
drawing deep from its roots
a wine dark love.
In moonlight,
the garden glows,
silvering the poppies.
And even by starlight
you can tell
shades of darkness
if you try.
So do not lose heart
when vision dims.
Journey forth
as best you can-
bloom when you are able,
rest when you must,
keep faith,
keep always
towards the light.
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