jenileaj
February 18th, 2008, 04:26 PM
A girl I didn't know
A girl I didn't know ,
Her face I didn't see.
A spirit that was so low.
As low as the sea.
A day that was so nice
cold but quite splice
I went along my merry way
not thinking of her today
To the many of us not disturbed
this day was one of many
not different from the rest
nor the same as any of the best
One girl with inner wars
with thoughts of pain and unconstrained
hoping to escape through one simple act
to her it all seemed so wrong so lost
I went to work this normal day
only thinking of the sublime
dwelling on my own thoughts of pain
a bubble of resistance so plain.
To another I didn't know
tis would be the last of her today
the pain the games would end for her
at peace she would be .
Many tears would I see
on the faces of the sea.
The cold would take her so slow
the Ice would cover her grave.
Her thoughts never let her know
the pain that this would sow.
To those around her in there bubbles
they would burst this normal day.
Her pain would be all of ours now,
her tears and hurt would spread
from her to the world they were released.
For her a sudden peace but for them nothing
quite that close.
From her pain comes more pain
a cycle we cannot close
for this is what happens
when we are closed.
On a normal day like so many others
the end would come so slow unlike the
world we know.
Red flows from every store
Love is wrote in the snow
Promises made, songs sung
Happy girls , shy little boys
He said he love’s me mommy
He wants to marry me
To take me away on his horse
Living happly ever after
Love is such a funny thing
We base it on nothing
A feeling we have
A notion we think
Love breaks hearts and wounds the soul
Kills and maimes those in its path
Fules wars and crimes
Love we want but Love we don’t have
True Love is but a dream
A place where peace can be seen
To many, this is beyond there reach
And always will be forever more
The love I speak is not a feeling
Not a fleeting moment of time
But a faith above all in this world
In one who always knows the truth
My Savior my love
There you are , waiting for me
Together we will be, always truly
Living Happly ever in thee.
The place of the soul Jan 29 08 by Jenilea Jamieson
Today I look outside my window,
I wonder if everything will be ok,
If only I knew what the future held.
God come now ,come soon this I pray.
If today was better then yesterday ,
For this I ask and beg of you,
A cruel place I see beyond these window pains
A child crys, a mother suffers, a father in despair.
The Lord I know he sees it all.
But times like these I doubt
Where is my faith , what do I think
Is this my lot in life, to live in disharmony?
It could have been different I was told
I didn’t listen and for this I pay
A life I wasted , all to forgotten
A childish mind yes I have
This window is my soul
A place I hardly tread
To open are the wounds
They never heal , never gone are they.
Where did I go wrong all those years ago
Was it when I took the wrong turn
The cross roads where I did not listen
To think I new it all before my time
I pass this caution on to you
To head the voices who float around you now
Take heed to listen to there wisdom
For wisdom is to understand and to understand is that of wisdom.
A girl I didn't know ,
Her face I didn't see.
A spirit that was so low.
As low as the sea.
A day that was so nice
cold but quite splice
I went along my merry way
not thinking of her today
To the many of us not disturbed
this day was one of many
not different from the rest
nor the same as any of the best
One girl with inner wars
with thoughts of pain and unconstrained
hoping to escape through one simple act
to her it all seemed so wrong so lost
I went to work this normal day
only thinking of the sublime
dwelling on my own thoughts of pain
a bubble of resistance so plain.
To another I didn't know
tis would be the last of her today
the pain the games would end for her
at peace she would be .
Many tears would I see
on the faces of the sea.
The cold would take her so slow
the Ice would cover her grave.
Her thoughts never let her know
the pain that this would sow.
To those around her in there bubbles
they would burst this normal day.
Her pain would be all of ours now,
her tears and hurt would spread
from her to the world they were released.
For her a sudden peace but for them nothing
quite that close.
From her pain comes more pain
a cycle we cannot close
for this is what happens
when we are closed.
On a normal day like so many others
the end would come so slow unlike the
world we know.
Red flows from every store
Love is wrote in the snow
Promises made, songs sung
Happy girls , shy little boys
He said he love’s me mommy
He wants to marry me
To take me away on his horse
Living happly ever after
Love is such a funny thing
We base it on nothing
A feeling we have
A notion we think
Love breaks hearts and wounds the soul
Kills and maimes those in its path
Fules wars and crimes
Love we want but Love we don’t have
True Love is but a dream
A place where peace can be seen
To many, this is beyond there reach
And always will be forever more
The love I speak is not a feeling
Not a fleeting moment of time
But a faith above all in this world
In one who always knows the truth
My Savior my love
There you are , waiting for me
Together we will be, always truly
Living Happly ever in thee.
The place of the soul Jan 29 08 by Jenilea Jamieson
Today I look outside my window,
I wonder if everything will be ok,
If only I knew what the future held.
God come now ,come soon this I pray.
If today was better then yesterday ,
For this I ask and beg of you,
A cruel place I see beyond these window pains
A child crys, a mother suffers, a father in despair.
The Lord I know he sees it all.
But times like these I doubt
Where is my faith , what do I think
Is this my lot in life, to live in disharmony?
It could have been different I was told
I didn’t listen and for this I pay
A life I wasted , all to forgotten
A childish mind yes I have
This window is my soul
A place I hardly tread
To open are the wounds
They never heal , never gone are they.
Where did I go wrong all those years ago
Was it when I took the wrong turn
The cross roads where I did not listen
To think I new it all before my time
I pass this caution on to you
To head the voices who float around you now
Take heed to listen to there wisdom
For wisdom is to understand and to understand is that of wisdom.