Fallin' in Love with Fall

Well ladies and gentlemen, it's that time of year again.

The days of summer lovin' are falling slowly behind us as Fall comes into play. Shorts are replaced with scarves, and those icy chilled drinks are substituted for warm hot chocolate. Time to pack up the kids and go apple picking as they file into school...time to wish those sunny Sundays goodbye and fall in love with those chilly nights by the fireplace.

These are the days I wish I lived somewhere with actual 4 seasons to watch the leaves turn different colors....sigh.


Well Summer, it was nice spending a few months with you. But along with the heat came a lot of drama in my life, and I'm tired of those long sleepless nights from hot drama and....well, just plain old summer heat.

'Til 2011 summer...2010 is slowly fallin' behind us.

Beware the Eyes

The eyes that pierce a thousand souls
And lie awake in misery--
Look hard as stone, feel icy cold
Become a nightmare's mystery.
Drunk with hatred, high off pain
Peering deep into your heart;
Destroys your love as it must stain
Your heart black and tear it apart.
Be cautious as you wander close
To this evil and daunting pair.
It thirsts for pain and will engross
Your hopes and dreams into its lair.
You are now warned--a word to the wise,
For I know the truth, as these eyes are mine.

A tear is but...

A tear is but a drop of pain
Bleeding from a broken heart.
Dying hopes; relentless strain
A shattered soul, shred apart.
And like a storm, a drop cascades
Softly from a cloud up high.
Rolling thunder; lightening shades
A drop is but a storm's soft cry.
But tears are strength, tears are power
Just like each drop found in a storm
A rainbow lies within each shower,
Each tear, a story to unroll.
So a tear is but a broken dream
Tearing a soul right at the seams.

When is Who What, and Where do I know How?

What to do--what to say.
Who to be--what to pray.

How to live--how to be.
Where to turn--how to see.

When to live--when to die.
What to try--when to cry.

Who to trust--who to seek.
How to look--who to meet.

Where to search--where to go.
When to find--where to know.

Why do I even try, when I already knew Where
The how, what, who--YOU--are always there.

Hoping for Home

Let me tell you about this place,
That nothing can compare to.
My home--my home sweet home.
Come, let me show you.
For this is a happy place,
As I hope you'll get to see.
A place where you feel whole,
A place for you to be.
And in this home you're blessed
In so many different ways.
My home is where the heart is,
The place it likes to stay.

And as I lie here
In pain and deep distress,
I dream about my home
With its image on my chest.
My home is far away from here
From this deep and troubled land,
And as I cry in agony
I pray to understand.
How I traveled so far away
How I came on this road?
For when I found myself lost,
I discovered lands unknown.
And I traveled deeper within
Praying hard to get out
Looking for my home
Not quite knowing how.

My home--my home sweet home,
The place I want to be.
Let me out of this dark place,
Please, someone help me.
My home--I want to go home.
I want peace within my heart.
The darkness here frightens me,
And is tearing me apart.
My home--my sanctuary.
You are so far away.
I'll continue dreaming for you,
Continue to hold on and pray.