Companions

Now you will feel no rain

For each of you will be

 shelter to the other.

Now you will feel no cold

For each of you will 

feel warmth to the other.

Now you will feel no loneliness

For each of you will be

companions to the other.

Now you are two persons

But there is only one life 

between  you two.

Lit

Never let ever

Never let ever happen again

The fall needs no remembrance

of its past due.

Have you seen this new light

The light of cheer

How can you see through me

I risk to lose

when the light can not be canvassed

Why should we waist time

Fallen but yet revived

When I see you again

Will it be you

sometimes I risk to lose....

more than a thought, more than a dream

JR 9/26

Tminus 2 hours

 

“Only those who will risk going too 

far can possibly find out how far one can go.”

 

T.S. Eliot

Two roads

 

 

 

IN OCTOBER 2009 I WROTE

and the days that pass by

the song in my head

the image of your stare

and the cold sets

you're everywhere

it blows right through me

i'm standing here

but you don't see me

it achingly seeps through your palms

my thoughts are confused

the kind of clutter that just wont move

and i can't move.

I'm stuck, with no thought of advancement

TODAY I WROTE

after some time

maybe a long time, for me at least.

my mind has forgotten these things,

the true feelings of today realign my thoughts on my future.

my heart has let it fade

and i am happy that my heart has healed

to the point of restitution.

then what might have been

can be replaced and covered over by my love of love.

and eventually the days have turned into excitement,

this memory is a foregone thought

my pieces, have been sewn up, attached anew to 

a soul that cries for patience.

Joyful for an additional journey 

with the one I see with myself 

as if it were always meant to be.

This is me.... Content

Success

To laugh often and much;

To win the respect of intelligent people

and the affection of children;

To earn the appreciation of honest critics

and endure the betrayal of false friends;

To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others;

To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child,

a garden patch or a redeemed social condition;

To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.

This is to have succeeded.

She.....

 She stood there and she was beautiful. Her face was full of worry, confusion, anger and she was upset. She stood there and i stood across from her, looking at her, unable to take my eyes off of her. While i was full of regret, she was lost in her own train of thought. Someone had to make her think though. Silence filled the air for longer then i realized at the time. She looked up but quickly away, avoiding my eyes that were visibly begging for hers, and in that instant her tears played tag along her cheeks, dripping aimlessly down to the floor, giving into gravity. But she was beautiful. Biting her lip out of shame for crying, she looked back down and in that instant, defeat took over her every inch. I stood there, my eyes still begging for hers, and I couldn't move. She was beautiful and I was numb. To check if I was alive, i took a step towards her, being drawn in by her beauty, then i took a few more, until i found myself quickly wrap my arms around her. She went to turn away cause she didn't find herself deserving of this, but i held her, deserving or not. I held her because i wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon and i didn't want to let her slip away from me like i did the rest, because She wasn't the rest, she was her and she was absolutely beautiful where she stood. I didn't let her go because, I couldn't, i wouldn't let myself. Her being there, within my arms, was my realization, the kind that's just a whisper in your ear. I pulled away and wiped away her tears. Finally, her eyes met mine. It was then that we both knew. She was everything. She was my beautiful girl and she is beautiful where she stands.

Lost for so Long

I have seen your Grace
so lost for so long now
Simplicity of Grace calls
for celebration in my heart
Because I gave up somewhere
A face I've forgotten now
I am free. To give you my heart.
Today light penetrates my dark shadows
I see myself in you and it brings a smitten view
And I want you hand in hand to cross paths
left, right, over, under
so lost for so long now
What is love without You.......


J.R. 9/8

Secret Grace

 I can understand for this moment
whatever is happening in my life

However heavy my heart feels,
or how difficult the trials may be
I know I can keep on believing,
the myriad that make up

my thoughts and dreams.
I know darkness will fade into morning,
and with this dawn a new day, too.

I understand that our life is an empty canvas

waiting to be drawn out.
I know that we mold, create and shape our life.

With our faith, we trust, to be born again.
I try to lead by example, knowing
  that my smile merely brightens a day for others, 

while their reaction brings my heart closer to home.
I hope that my darkness is hidden from the rear view
  and our pain is halved by sharing the same feeling 

that others endure throughout a lifetime of grace.

JR 8/17

Attempts at Art and Poetry

In my mind the idea of losing is prevalent.

Relations, thoughts, opportunities come often,

yet swiftly get taken away by irreplaceable loss.

Daily practice is recurring

rehabbing through art is strengthening

 while continuing to lose the names, titles and places

  in which I wish I could still be at.

None of these will bring disaster.

But it can make it hard for the necessity of Growth.

 

I've lost family, a connection, a lifetime.

 We Lose something every day. 

With loss comes growth and a chance for redemption.

Growth is funny. It opens doors for feeble hearts 

to shine like never before. 

 

The Road Least wanted to Travel

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

Small Steps...

The next time you take a step,

where will you go? 

To another city,

to another relationship,

to another level?
Will you contemplate who has been there before,
or will you be grateful just to be there?
Searching for a place where the accomplishment

makes the heart grow ever so fondly.  

Take a step back now to recall
the needed steps you take now so small,
Small steps of.....
Who?
Where?
When? 

JR

7/7

The beginning of an addiction

Ruby Adelia Prinz
 You are so perfect in every way,
 I need your smile by my side,

Your smile brightens up my day
Much more than the sun’s warm rays
And all the myriad of stars in the sky,
Nothing can comes close to your beautiful eyes

I wish I could tell you how I feel
But words cannot express;
The depth of love I have for you
And each day is no less

I want to show you how I feel
And this is where I’ll start
I hope that you’ll take care of it;
I give you my heart

JR  6/14

The Day

The dawn breaks with excitement on his mind.

He collects his thoughts as two years have past.

His love for something as simple as a 4 piece quartet

has driven his heart, soul and body toward exhaustion.

Night turns into day as the fire continues to burn.

Will the night equate complete happiness?

The cold concrete is forgotten

as the seeming less future is foreseen.

Dates, pictures, hymns and stories are

thrown around as a stepping stone for discussion.

The group commences.

they begin there walk towards a song in the night

My heart rejoices with the rest.

The exhaustion secedes long enough 

to feel success of a brighter day.

The ink still stands 

as a reminder of better days spent

with the people I love.

jr 6/7

June 1st......You Suck

The life continues
but the living hurts
Is this the way she wins its way
against all costs
My head is worn down
My attitude is jaded
and poetry becomes the only shelter
of my time

I'm not dead
I'm still here
And life, as torn and fresh as it may be,
begins a new chapter in his melancholy novel

I feel
the hurt inside and out
I want to be happy again
the delight needs to be
brought back into his eyes

My two worries
failure and recovery
I pray
become respectful
each and every day
but these days he's silent now
and slow to adjust.

J.R. 6/1

Missed Opportunities

I miss opening the door for them
I miss surprising them with flowers on a dreary day
I miss paying for dinner bringing a smile to her beautiful face
I miss spending time on a picnic bench filled with conversation
I miss sharing a bottle of much overdue Picazo Cabernet
I miss the inspiration that assists in creating a poem
I miss the security of our late afternoon talks
I miss taking a walk with my good friend
I miss discussing the details of the day
I miss the chance at a great friendship with quality
I miss my missed opportunities.

my thought

my thought
look what I found
under a rock, around the bend,
in the backseat
it’s been missing for some time
but it’s been found
now let’s find that thought
floating on a breeze
a thought to find its way to me
to breeze through my fingers
pen to paper
stroke to canvas
thought to words
a thought needing to be found.

Becoming

The day awakes with beauty by its side

Ready for a new start, poignant smiles encourage the 24

The lock lay on the nightstand searching to be free

In his eyes, Beauty draws him closer via the sight of simplicity

The heart at times needs a meek companion to strengthen its walk

It wears him out. The long dreaded disappointment vails his courage.

The smiles are a harsh façade to the inconvenient truth

Engraved on a fresh canvas reaching the wanted

It’s contagious….

It sets him free

The day gives itself away in the mean time

thoughts and meanings cascade through his mind.

She comes with a calm whisper to drown his negative worries

Hidden beauty holds the key to unlock the torn heart that shames his soul.

4/13/11

JR

Today

Greet your elders with a smile today
Work on developing your soul today
Laugh with someone that could use it today
Canvas your thoughts into a dream today
Forgive a hardened, uncivil heart today
Be inspired by a friends beauty today
Remember that your purpose is all your own today
Listen to your heart beat today
See elegance in every direction you look today
Remember that life is a creation today
Make your life special today


JR 3/29

Sometimes you CAN make it on your own

These are what I call trinket paintings. 8 inch by 8 inch. Just enough canvas to get the word out.

RUST
I spoke with you today
the predicament at hand will not extinguish the hurt
the composure of the setting is fresh
like a blade of wet grass in the garden
sentence after sentence the relationship builds into a conversation
likes and dislikes are created as a form of dignity and remembrance.
I want our memory to last longer than a wooden box of handwritten letters.
Give me that one chance to reveal my true inner most feeling for you.
As we walk hand in hand through our lifetime we hold on to what is true
Don't let your LOVE rust away, as together we extinguish the pain that we call hurt.

J.R. 3/25

Kindness

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel your life get handed to you as it were ending in a quick abyss
What you worked so hard for, strive for, loved for
what you gave every ounce of your heart so graciously
all this must go
so you know you may finally realize in your heart
the true definition and spectrum
of kindness.

Before you learn the entire spectrum of kindness,
you must live in a battlefield of angst and pretentious living
You must see how this could affect you,
how your life was being affected by a long journey
of lies and incomplete dreams.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice from inside cries effervescently
and then makes the light arrive when your soul begins to sing.

Then it is only kindness that is the only thing you need in your life
only kindness that makes the day feel so much more brighter
Kindness is what I've been looking for, kindness is what I've missed.


JR 3/22