The Gift

Tonight I was reminded of a lady with whom I had a brief relationship before the big C took her from us, this is my dedication to her:

The Gift - Robert Le Noury
You showed that life is today,
not tomorrow,
not yesterday.
Wear your heart for the world to see,
for tomorrow it may have faded.
Tell me you love me now,
don't hesitate,
for tomorrow is but a mirage,
yesterday was a golden memory.

I will collect the rest and post as the mood takes me as Maria suggested I do.

Yes, she passed at the end of March this year, we had only know each other since August 2003. She was a great person and taught me not to fight the useless things and issues in life, probably because she had fought the fight so to speak.

The networks must be down...
You are somewhere on the town.
I dunno where, I dunno why.
Time to spend but not with me.
That tells me we may have no future.
It tears at my heart wich is not there,
I forgot,
you took it with you when you kissed me...

The networks must be down...

This was written at the height of my romance with a YW in June 2004

There is no angst...
There is no pain...
Just this dull dead feeling in my brain.

Try to be nonchalant...
Try to be flippant...
Just this dull dead feeling in my brain.

Lauging my head off...
Crying in my beer...
Just this dull dead feeling in my brain.

I see as clear as crystal...
It stared me in the face...
Just this dull dead feeling in my brain.

Trying to make sense...
Wishing for your presence...
Just this dull dead feeling in my brain.

Nothing happens without a plan...
Sometimes Cupid is a scam...
Just this dull dead feeling in my brain.

Next time his wings are history...
Next time ignorance is bliss...
Just this dull dead feeling in my brain.

Now where did I put that gun...
I need to have some fun...
Just this dull dead feeling in my brain.

Just after getting a SMS message... not unexpected, but it still hurts.

Supernova - Robert le Noury

It came without warning in the dawning
feelings so strong, feelings hidden all along
Bright as a Supernova our love shone
Fast and furious it grew, expanding
Blinded by the light
I never saw the night
Fading as all the energy is expended
How quick it ended...

The afterglow is gentle
Friendship from the chaos of my heart
Arose like an all enveloping cloud
Marks the spot in my soul that will never fade
Supernova's must be the starseed
for the making of the friendships we need
Never thought I would witness bear
creation of friendship so rare.

This is how I saw my brief crush with a very special person...

Salad Day - Robert Le Noury
Whipped cream, salad and ice cream
wondering what I will dream
my mind in a quandry
I find life a mistery
full of suprises and miracles
emotions and commotion
too much to handle in one mind
needing restfull devotion...

Just a poem about life.

Loser - Robert Le Noury

Loser
What does he have that I do not
What does he do that I have not
What does he feel that I do not
What?

Loser
When will he be the one to feel the pain
When will you see that none gain
When will you see that you are the agony
When?

Loser
You had my heart
You had it all in the palms...
My scorned and scorched heart
Why?

Loser
Still I care
Hoping, even dare
Maybe you care...
Who?

Loser
When will you see?
What must I do?
Why should I care?
Who loves you no matter what?

I do...
You are lost... I am found
wanting, waiting
forever aching for you.

Losers never win...
but who is lost
who is found?
Am I the loser or are you?

Tonight I saw a old flame and realise I have a looooong way to forget...

Wednesday Blues in Dancing Shoes - Robert Le Noury
Jip, that's me tonight, melancholy and blue
wondering what you are going to do
anticipating a meltdown
expecting a fall
I'll be there when you call,
I'm always there when you call...

A phone conversation with a person that still means a lot to me prompted this one.

Today it struck me how wonderful our God is, our creations are but a mirror of His...

Numbered Four - Robert le Noury
Twenty seven letters and eight notes
does poetry and music make.
All these words we say,
all the notes we play,
to give meaning to our longing,
to make clear the desire,
of love and life,
of trouble and strife
never mixed never cloned.
How wonderous then!
When considering,
He made us of nucleotides
numbered four!