The Answer to MY Request

I want the moon to my wolf,

The sun to my ocean,

The rain to my forest,

the cactus to my desert,

The scope  to my stars,

The river to my valley,

The sky to my mountain,

The bridge to my lake,

The sand to my beach,

The gold to my rainbow,

The books to my library,

The sound to my ears,

The colors to my eyes,

The texture to my touch,

The fragrances to my smell,

The sweetness to my taste,

The passion to my heart,

The whisper in the wind,

The softness in my voice,

The breath in my lungs,

The time in my life,

And the soul to my afterlife,

These are the things I look for in a woman,

Now who will be the answer to my request.

A Story Worth Talen

The fear of death is one that many possess,

A fear coming in the making, Thus I digress,

I have been to the edge but I never fell,

Thus thru this life I get to proceed with a story to tell,

No fear will I ever let hold me back,

Continuing to run my life on the right track,

Why should I fear the future or regret my past,

Anyone who proceeds this way will surely be the first to finish last,

So pushing my strengths and squishing my weaknesses, I will prevail,

Invisible to the rain, the sleet, and the hail,

I’ve set my goals well beyond the sun,

The light shining upon my life line until it is completely spun,

So thru this time I will surpass all space,

Whether I reach the stars or become the silver-lining across the milky way,

I will always proceed with on my face this grin,

Well beyond what many in life consider the end,

So I ask what fear will or have you let hold you back,

And I challenge you to grab those future fears and pass them into your past,

Because only with the success of many do we truly prevail,

This is the story I wish our lives to tale.

Rocky Road

It seems my whole life I have been on this rocky slate,

Maybe it’s meant to be; Maybe my life has a rocky fate,

Because it seems no matter what, I stay buried on this rocky bottom,

And as these rocks begin to pile up, it seems there is no stopping’ em,

So with the weight of the world on my shoulders I walk along,

Stacked up high I tote these boulders,but I carry on,

Steadily I struggle out here on this rocky road,

But even with this mountain of stones, I request no one to share the load,

Why would ask one to share this mountain of pain,

It’s fine for me because I now only have gravel running through these veins,

But though I have a gravel battle sweat never will I let this heart become stone,

Instead I will grind this mound of stone until every bit of the pain is gone,

Because even though I am consumed by this Iron ore,

Within me I will always have this molten core,

And with a heart of passion burning through I will survive,

Because there is no rocky mountain I can’t Breakdown and climb.

East is West

These tears I shed,

And this blood I bled,

These words I heard,

These words I said,

These fears I hide,

These tears I cried,

These words I hear,

These words I sigh,

What will I do,

And who will I be,

The words in these ears,

Have confused me,

How will I change,

For better or worse,

These words stuck here,

This is my curse,

Will life let me be,

Will life let me grow,

Or will I be stuck,

With only these words to know,

I fear the worst,

And hope for the best,

But it seems my north is south,

and my east is west.