Do not let go

Do not let go of hope
of aspirations which give your heart wings

Do not turn away from the sun
who's brilliant light you need

Do not give into despair
though it seems to be everywhere

And do not give up on love
for it grows where ever we plant it's seed.

ghosts

spectres from another life

lingering in one mind's eye

some are whispering whisps barely seen

some wailing banshees overwhelming in their discord

still some are horrific apparitions of no sound

I've seen them all, heard them, felt them

been buffeted by their barage of tangible nothingness

In daylight, darkness, it did not matter

I drank, cowered, slept with the lights on,

begged, did spells, lit candles,

to avoid, appease, or just be rid of them,

and all for nothing,

I was never alone,

yet I was lonely with them

and who could I talk to about them that would believe me

everyone and no one

yes fun around the camp fire

but branded as a loon the rest of the time

still they came, every where I went,

ceaseless babbling and manifestations.....

I know what it is like to be special,

to be touched by an unseen world.....

some people spend their whole lives wishing for such

I only wanted it to end......

I tried everything, and one day

something worked

A prayer.....that I still pray every day

I pray it is God's will that it all really is over

that my madness has passed

that my days remain lucid

and that the only ghosts that I'll see for the rest of my life

are the ones I carry within and allow to haunt my heart

What is a miracle? *

A small and shining thing,
A granted wish,
the love of God,
A soul in heaven, free.

What is a miracle?
Is it the seed of faith?
The whispering of angels,
in gentle summer rain?

And how should I know
It's a miracle I see?
Will it be an answered prayer,
Or simply what I need?

Will it be the rain,
on a long hot day?
The smile on a child's face?
A simple act of God's grace,
Or his spirit next to me?

waiting

tired of waiting for empty hours
filled with the object of my desires
ignoring me
Empty minutes turn to hours
weeks, days,
too many moments to let slip away
and when you find time
the waiting has exhausted me
Resent that you finally decide to acknowledge me
and I'm asleep?
Me too
tired of waiting for attention
divided by a hundred other things
all trivial but a few
Do I care who e-mailed you
from Timbucktoo
but you do
meanwhile
How long should I wait for you?