http://trueloveofcoffee.com/poetry Tue, 15 Jul 2008 22:53:53 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Growing Up ***** When I was younger, I found many things that amazed me. Exotic things, erotic only in the imagination, Little nuances that no one else cherished. Then I realized, gleefully feeling That no one knew what could be seen. I was a child, blissful, never wishing Ignorant in how life could ... http://trueloveofcoffee.com/poetry/2008/07/15/daily-poetry-2/ I find myself amongst scattered stones. Fallen heroes and indifferent hearts. The chaotic rush of defiant inhumanity, And the deafening thunder of war. When I live such things, I no longer find my honor, I find my soul to be untouchable, The search for a king is over. I hold onto a blade, That once defended all I ... http://trueloveofcoffee.com/poetry/2008/07/10/the-sword-and-the-stone/ I wish that my life, Could be remembered, As if someone cared. Wanting and hoping, For when the day comes, And they recall. I wish for so many things Curious and cluttered dreams, That fade into a place I cannot go, Where I may find myself, Trying to hold on, To just ... http://trueloveofcoffee.com/poetry/2008/06/22/the-essence-of-dreams-forgotten/ As a person, I don't mind myself often. In silence my heart defines. Creating words of recollection Almost meaningless, that no one knows. I have meaning. My life is not without purpose. Beauty. It pauses your breathing. It stops your heart. Makes you feel more than you can. I cannot deny how ... http://trueloveofcoffee.com/poetry/2008/06/22/heavens-light/ Tinman When I was whole, Like the audience who laughs at me, I was perfect. The heart I had wasn’t faulty, Merely happy in a world of hope. That I would lose. My place in life, Was never to be complete. Just knowing I was lacking. The body I would live with, Held by ... http://trueloveofcoffee.com/poetry/2008/06/19/tin-heart/ The saddest day I tried once to sing. Breathing in a moment of dreaming, trying to believe. Yet the essence of my world was intangibly transparent. In my tears my voice left me, sweet begging asking for forgiveness that wouldn’t come. My heart had left my spirit to succumb to the ... http://trueloveofcoffee.com/poetry/2008/06/19/individual-pieces/ People are, by genetic definition and historical observation, pack animals. We are not designed to be individuals with isolation. We are created by our very nature to relate and communicate. As individuals any one of us is tragically flawed- the very items that give us strength in the right situation ... http://trueloveofcoffee.com/poetry/2008/06/17/meaningful-things/ When I look at the sky, gray clouds become white, the rain, warm tears from an angel. I do not think of now and here, but everywhere, the places I have been, and dream of believing. When I hold myself, I am warm, steadfast in knowing how life connects itself, touching the people I care for, and ... http://trueloveofcoffee.com/poetry/2008/06/13/when-will-you-see-my-wonderland/ If you had a heart of gold, could you afford anything more? would you find that a price was worth paying... No one knows the weight of compassion, of a heart of gold, heavier than the strength it affords, pulling you down. If you had a heart of gold, could it leave ... http://trueloveofcoffee.com/poetry/2008/03/19/if-you-had-a-heart-of-gold./ Some people ask themselves questions, some listen. In a few of us, the conversation is often fluid and whimsical, and in others we just find ourselves sitting in the wind. My thoughts are tones of trivial nature, wrapping themselves upon a canvas of presence. ShareThis http://trueloveofcoffee.com/poetry/2008/03/19/some-people-3/