Thursday, August 20, 2015

Self hurt & Cutting yourself

I think anyone with this type of problem should try this... Never know, could be the best thing ever happen to you...

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Beauty



One does not own beauty,
One creates it.
In their dreams
They feel they can obtain it.

All alone, in a dark nights 
rest.
All their thoughts.....
Lifeless.

Cursed by change
Hidden by lies,
Running from the truth
Beauty now dies.

They don't understand
They don't really care.
Beauty now burns
Smoke in the air.

Years go by
And age seeps in.
Beauty's worn out
Life is giving in.

Death creeps up,
Beauty now cries.
You're all alone
In your beautiful lies!

Saturday, February 16, 2013

what's in a Body........

From Evernote:

Picture @ Huron Shores, Ontario

What's there in this body?
It's only the cover of the soul.
What's there in this pain?
It's only the search for love.
This desire for love
Has destroyed me.
I am defeated in all the ways.

What a breeze you have-
Destroyed my life and heart!
What a punishment you gave-
Made the fidelity infidel.
Wow, you separated me
From my life in this way.
Where should i wonder looking for you?

There where you are my cover only,
There where the search is for you only,
There where hope ends on you only,
There starts and my life ends there

Saturday, June 4, 2011

WHY WOMEN CRY???????

A little boy asked his mother,
"Why are you crying?"
"Because I need to" she said.
"I don't understand," he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said,
"And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father,
"Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"
"All women cry for no reason,"
His dad answered carelessly.

The little boy, still wondering why women cry, finally asked the old wise scholar.
"He surely knows the answer",
He thought. "Ya Shaikh!
Why do women cry so easily?"
The scholar answered:

"When God made woman she had to be
made so special.
He made her shoulders strong enough
To carry the weight of the world,
Yet gentle enough to give comfort.
He gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that comes
from her children.
He gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
He gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child hurts her very badly.
He gave her strength to carry her husband
through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
He gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand
beside him unfalteringly. And lastly,
He gave her a tear.
This is hers and only hers exclusively to use whenever she needs it.
She needs no reason, no explanation, its hers."

"You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the beauty of her face, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

The little boy got the answer and never asked the question again...............................
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Wednesday, March 9, 2011

IF I COULD WALK

If I could only walk ...

I'd come and run into your arms ...
and run through fields with you filled with yellow and pink flowers ...


 If I could only walk ...

I'd go swimming in the blue water with you  ...
and wrap my arms around you so tight ...
as we make love so sweetly in the clean fresh ocean ...
and I'd kiss you all over ...
and you would taste like the peach I ate last summer ...

 If I could only walk  ...

I wouldn't feel this pain so deeply inside ...
The physical pain ...
The emotional pain ...
Running as deeply ...
As my inability to be with you ...
To bring you coffee ...
To make you dinner ...
To go on the bus to show you around town ... 
To be a good man for you...

What can I offer you my love???

How I miss your touch ...
How I miss you ...
and ALL the dreams I have.....
Of what we can't do even if you do  finally come to me ...

If I could only walk ...

I know I have SOOOOOO much ...
Especially, because I have you ...
and I don't want to seem ungrateful ...
But I CAN'T help thinking  ...
HOW different life would be ...
for You and Me ...

 
IF I COULD_______________
Tee Jay
timemachine10@sprint.blackberry.net
313 409 8529

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Thank God 4 Friends

Thank God for divine friends
Who really care
And show you that they do.
By acts of kindness, letters, calls,
You know their love is true.

These kinds of friends will stand by you
When trouble comes your way.
Tho storm clouds gather, friends of worth
Will never turn away.

Thank God for kind divine words they speak-Choice words that heal and bless,
And for the way they comfort you
In loving tenderness.

Thank God for friends who really care
And take the time to pray
To ask that
God will meet your needs
And grant you divine strength each day.
It truly is a divine miracle
What caring friends can do-God's hand. extended, reaching out
To help both me and you.
I know you're thankful for your friends
Just as I am for mine-These precious. friends whose loving touch
Reflects God's love divine

Sunday, September 26, 2010

More Than Life

I love you more than life itself
But I'm afraid to love.
My heart is like the fragile wings
Of a tiny little dove.

I'm scared to get too close.
I feel that I can't win.
You'll love me for a little while
Then you'll set me free again.

I've lived so long on hopes and dreams
I don't know what to do.
I don't think I can trust my heart,
For it belongs to you.

I know you'll only hurt me
Yet, I still keep running back.
Between the paths of our hearts
There's a worn and beaten track.

You've got my heart held on a string.
It's breaking right in two.
Enough belongs to me -to hurt-
The rest belongs to you.

I know that somewhere in your heart
There is a place for me.
I just don't know how to find it
And there's no way to make you see.

I can only hope that someday
You'll wake up and you'll find,
That while my heart belongs to yours,
Yours, too, belongs to mine.