Beauty isn't hot
Beauty can seem ugly but it's not

Beauty is like a thief in the night  
Stealing my dreams thinking it's tight

But your Beauty can be anything! Can't you see?
Beauty is you, you are my life and you're always with me

Your Beauty is everything I need.
Your Beauty isn't on the outside but in the roots of a seed.

Your Beauty is something deeper, something I can't understand.
Your Beauty is marvelous, its like looking at uncharted land

Your Beauty is complex and not completely insane
But it's a sign of strength and happiness along with pain

Your Beautiful! That's something you need to hear,
Kylie oh Kylie you make me smile from ear to ear

I died a few months ago
And nobody's even noticed.
They all smile at me in the halls
Tell me how nice my hair looks
Show me all the little things I used to like.
But not one person has noticed
How the happiness has been burned right out of me
Or how the light has been blown out of my eyes.
Not a single soul has noticed
That I now walk around without one,
My eyes are barely open
To anything that is not clearly seen.
My mind is closed up
And shut away
And my heart's still missing.
I died a bit ago,
The only trouble is I'm still breathing

To have everything known
No secrets left
That's true freedom

To have no restraints
No bars blocking me from doing what I want to do
That's true freedom

To have a heart be known
No love to hide or secret admirers
That's true freedom

But who will remain
to fill the spaces
between my fingers?

when all your sorries blur together
they almost sound
sincere

The blank page lies open,
Like a freshly fallen field of snow,
Ready for me to leave my mark
In mucky prints of ink;
Dark across it's ****** slopes

I have little issue with speaking the unspoken,
But begin to falter in breaking the unbroken.
The page is inscrutable; oppressively immutable,
But it's inexcusable to deny its aspiration.

So I must bite my lip and gird my *****,
Break the unbroken and spoil the unspoiled.
But if I set off will I stumble?
What if I fall?
What if the penprints I leave across the field of my page go nowhere after all?

Well there are many fields, and many pages;
And on this long journey; many stages.
I roll in the snow and make a mess;
Start with a word and see what comes next.

So just explore where the blank page leads you.
It may not go where you expect.

I've had my share
of grief and trials
Here upon this earth.
I have lately given thought
To what all these are worth.

There are folks who
Go through life
Blessed beyond compare
They never seem to be inspired
To learn the world's despair.

They have never loved and lost
Stayed dry in the rain
Never had to beg for food
Nor felt a moments pain.

But we are not within this group
We've loved and lost and more
There were many times for us
Cast upon painful shores.

But tho we lost
when love we did
At least we gave and TRIED.
We never laid the blame
Or held bitterness inside.

There's no hatred in our hearts
We've maintained a stance
Of letting people make mistakes
We've given them a chance.

If we'd wanted riches
We could have compromised
If we'd wanted vengance
We could have destroyed lives.

But we didn't do that
Thru bitterness and strife
So, my friend, hats off to US!

We've lived a

WELL SPENT LIFE!!!


Soul Survivor
Catherine Jarvis
(c) March 5 2013