Tuesday, July 18, 2006

When you're Shining

When you’re Shining

By Sonia F Stevens©

When nothing is lasting forever

When the clouds of disappear

Come’s through your world

When you want to bang your head.

Don’t cry, give your time

Let you faith grow

Let you enter a new life

Give your heart control

Because you might lose your soul.

When your asking your soul why

You can do all and still lose control.

Nothing last forever,

You can close your eyes

You can live in a cloud.

Look around you

See the great things that are there

So what, if people stare

It is you that has to care.

Let your soul shine through it all.

Let the heart that is yours take control

Let you true feeling show

Let your dreams keep on the roll.

Forgive the others as they have not traveled your path.

Let them shine

But let your life be a glow.

Shine with your heart

Shine with your life,

Let the strife go

Let you live be a glow.

Be the shining light

Be true to your soul

It will be alright

Let your shine glow.

I found that who I am is unimportant. What I do is more important. Inspire creative passions which you were born to achieve and be, is!

Walls

By Sonia F Stevens©

We each have created walls.

It is because we all have had our own falls.

Some walls are high.

Some walls even block out the sky.

Some walls are thin.

There are walls, which encumber a rim.

Walls are thick so nothing will break in.

There are invisible walls and walls with cores.

There are all types of walls

There are so many ways, so many falls.

We can defiantly make our own walls.

We learn from our walls

We all shut those doors on those walls.

Each person has pain

Each person has a dark blame

Each one of us is also to blame

Because of all these walls,

We unwittingly make some desirous calls.

These walls were put up for protection

These walls are also our rejection.

But the walls are our own prison

Because, well all are forgetting our affection...

This is a major case for reflection

These walls have to be our own damnation.

We could never adjust for our own protection.

We all fear everyone’s rejection.

When these walls fall down

We each can turn around.

Come to terms with all matters of life

To heal and grow and live a true life.

For, we each have to live a life

To turn and learn

To experience, to dream

We each have the right to live out our own life.

We each have the right to speak, to listen, to question,

To answer, to learn, to teach and even to preach.

We are all learning, growing, and even showing.

Each, every single person has a right to live a life.

Each one of us has the right to give, to ask, to receive.

We are all worthy to live our own life.

The walls can be hard

This is because we learnt hard lessons

Do not want to remember what was on the agenda

While we were growing.

Each wall is different

Spend time to really care

Spend time to remember why those walls are there.

Then take the time to really care

These walls need your particular care

You have a chance to soften the walls

You have a chance to even break down those walls.

Show yourself that you can really care

Care for yourself.

I found that who I am is unimportant. What I do is more important. Inspire creative passions which you were born to achieve and be, is!

Wednesday, January 4, 2006

Flower

The Flower

By Sonia Frances StevensÓ

All things, which were, are nowhere.

All that were dreams are reality

All reality is now dreams of loss

I find it interesting that Dreams are lost

And that you have paid the greatest cost.

I have lost a man who I could call a lover

Only to find out that he has so many others.

I tried to give him hope and love

Discovered the man that was in the body of a friend

I wanted to make his life safe and free

Only to discover that he had to choose

I was the one who would lose.

I saw the man inside and I felt his warm pride

With everything I was the one who cried.

I give him freedom now.

He has his life and he has his ways

For with him he must find how to pay.

I loved a man who was a musician

He saw nothing in me

And that is where it was to be.

The man is now a toy

For others to live their ways.

Because of the games he plays.

I am giving him freedom

He has to choose if that is what he wants.

I paid the cost.

Now it is his time to believe or not.

I wanted his kisses and heart

But to all this he has to want.

He has to live his life.

I cannot live his life.

I can only share his life

If he asked.

My love for him is great

All my friends said he is not worth

All his friends warned me of his ways.

But I saw him as who he is.

I loved him for who he is.

He gave me flower.

A very small flower, It meant so much coming from him.

It meant so much even with his cheeky grin.

At that moment I could not be any more in love with him.

Although I was, because he gave me that flower.

He gave me the power.

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