"I have dreamed a dream, but now that dream is gone from me..."

Blessed,

Let me get this off my chest because who knows if there will ever be another opportunity.  Thank you from the bottom of the depths of my soul that you stopped through here today.  I do give JAH many thanks for you and how this manifested.  You certainly exceeded my wildest imaginings.  My spirit is whelmed.  Thanks for sharing that small piece of you, the small tangible piece that computers letters and telephones are hard pressed to capture.  I breath you in in every moment Liza.  Even now trace scents dance beneath my nostril and give me pause that I have known that side of you.

Well, the more that I could say is no longer my place to say.  It gives me some small measure of what have you knowing that were it not for circumstance or situation, or perhaps both, that you and I would be.  I doubt that not.  I am though, grown enough to hold my tongue and caring enough to make this short.  There is always a place in this heart dear Liza.  As sure as the sun will set this eve and rise again in the morrows.

Words no longer live up to the story of us.....

Love Always,

Who do I kid?

Just sat down to write you a letter and all the confusion about you and us was released in a heartbeat.  How could I not love you?  How could I not be in love with you?  I have resigned myself to the idea that if I must wait a lifetime or two until we can soundly and safely and with righteous blessing be together, then wait I shall.  Corny how the only words that are acceptable here run the course of being so cliche.  Maybe it is you and I both who have been the source of tales of unrequited love and still yet love everlastings from time immemorial.  Please give the children my love.  Please know that I will wait.  I will wait.

My two cents...
Jah C

Damn

I just don't understand how it is that you are still so
burned into my brain, heart and soul
even after everything.
When will you give up
haunting my dreams,
and my every waking moment.
When will I get
to love you
without the pain.
How I long to only
remember you fondly
from a distance.

My two cents
Jah C

A Game Well Played At Last

I want to thank you for giving me back a piece of myself Father.  Took a lifetime, or at least the feel of one.  How many times before have my actions burdened you?  How many times have they scorned at your love?  I had disgraced myself a thousand times over and still yet you favoured me.  How I do give thanks.  Lessons learned through pain are difficult to forget.  But the wisdom borne on the other side is just.  At last a worthy opponent....


Just my two cents...
Jah C

--- Congolese saying

Soul and skin are linked: Soul can lead skin. Skin can call soul. Both soul and skin can be stolen or torn apart. Shun the man who would tear skin-for he is evil. But fear the man who steals the soul, for that man can steal stars from the sky.---  Congolese saying



Just my two cents...


Jah C

No More Tears

Just saying that a real woman would have had the decency to just come out and say what was truly on her mind.  No need to mask it behind feigned intrigue, care and/or love.  Much as you claim wholeness of spirit and completeness of worldly love, truth is justice.  Maybe it was never to be as it had once promised.  That is just.  That is a truth we can walk into proudly.  But waiting on the edge of the abyss, waiting for a light to shine that had no intention of shining, that is disdainful.  That hurt can not and will not be forgiven.  But what hurts most is knowing how much was given over to you.  That which can not be reclaimed.  And that for what it's worth, it was all taken for granted.  I blame myself for not knowing better and for having myself done the very same to one too many before.  Damn shame though, cause it was real.




Just my two cents...


Jah C

Now Is The Moment

I awoke with fear
And trembling, broken and still.
Now it is over.