The greatest battle to ever fight
who hurt you most, how much your situation is tight
perhaps in the middle of the night
when the secrets sum up and come as a pair
all tracing up and lead to a cascading abyss of despair
Alas another hurt is declared
leaving you so broken and wounded
most battle life so!

This morning i look through your anguish
right down to your soul
I know you can make yourself whole
I look through your posture and past your disguise
and see your love for family in your big brown eyes
clap your hands and get from the low road of indifference
and reveal your heart,revise your spirit and cleanse your soul
invite joy into your conversation
have the grace to look up and out
and into a sisters face and simply say
very simply "Buenos Dias" (good morning)

the battles we all fight
perhaps in the middle of the night

It’s easier to dream of romance whether true or fantasy; some things you think but never consider writing. And to write about the bonds between just the guys that I've known, under the subject of romance, was quite challenging, until I began to write. There are many things, feelings, and emotions shared; not in secret but openly that reveals a great deal about that bond. And having compared it to the bonds that I've shared with women, I added them all, and called it platonic love.
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For love is passionate but truly abstract
A trek which makes the heart seem decumbent
As the mind vies to gait and not retract
The soul does not try to circumvent
His embrace for life when it's ephemeral
When sharing advice is still the most
Then sharing a mat is still venerable

Moving faster, rampant technology, and a great and caring concern for nature and all it's inhabitants. Way too much energy, which was great at that age; a lot of faith, and something called hope that I recently regained in the first half of that two thousand-mile trek across Amereice. It was soothed by a ride from the consciousness of America and its' guests.

We can’t transcend life; it must be lived,
Although it’s the quest most arduous
I could tell you all that I know, but all
About life, that would be ostentatious

But first the inquisitive spectrum must
Be edified with true integrity
And set ablaze with spiritual as
Well as colloquial hyperbole

Things I learned at five simply amazed me,
At twenty some still seemed farcical
With perspective, tales of devils and dreams
Of angels are even venerable

Laughing at flaws brings calumniation
Even with capricious approbation
Though resentment is a cohort, a pious
Perspective vetoes ratification

(Because) Respect is a powerful gift, it
Can commute a disposition sardonic
Faith, progression follows, is the second
And the greatest of the prophetic

There are many rooms in a heart
Synchronized chambers pouring
Moving our being, a steady drum
Within this messenger is our story
We move within its desire to serve
Our heart, the Light of our wonder
Born to welcome in our humanity
Each heart destined to love others
Transported in an unending melody
Calling minds and bodies to inspire
The flame of our universe flickering
Constellations move through hearts
Time tested in its magnificent waters
Matters of the heart define our living
The heart is not governed by our will
Our will is governed by our heartbeat
Creation placed the heart in our core
To know its origin, we will know ours
In the east, a Great Light calls our heart
Prepare a room for the Light of the World
Within your beginning is your everlasting
Joy

Rhythm shakes, oh' my soul
Fire dancing, on red, hot jive
A limbo, of ups, and downs
A steady pulse to stay alive

Bouncing up life’s freeways
In the vibrations of its beat
Rapping the steering wheel
Hip hopping with both feet

Decked out in my sneakers
Pumped up to take a spin
Salsa at 75 miles per hour
The cosmos dance begins

Rocketing emotions blast
Igniting the flight of heart
Soaring in the stratosphere
Like cupid’s capricious dart

Rhythm shakes, oh' my soul
Fire dancing, on red, hot jive
A limbo, of ups, and downs
A steady pulse to stay alive

©Kathy Paysen 2009

Clouds blossom into billows
Tears from heaven’s shore
Streams of seraphim kisses
Fall gently into Earth’s floor

Diamonds in crystal waters
Shimmering like bright stars
Gentle bouncing reflections
Sent from messengers afar

Drifting with the moon light
To softly set sail on streams
A flurry of silver snowflakes
A cherub’s twinkling dreams

Lights glisten on the ocean
A mirror of heaven’s shore
Bathing in lit angel’s kisses
The fragrance of God’s love

Forevermore

Kathy Paysen 2009

A trickling trail of water rolls as the Earth weeps
Cool cascading teardrops pooling up to gently seep
Messages into ancient stones submerged in streams
Rippling in their worship of clear mountain dreams
Gathering into rivers carving time into God’s Earth
Surrendering their life to the bounty of their birth

©Kathy Paysen 2009