The Journey and the Journey
The path wrapped round and round....
seemed to take away the essence of life.
sort of lingered, flowing up and down,
every turn showed....... but strife.
Struggles within my struggles were agast,
purpetuating themselves upon my soul.
Throbbing pain inside my body became a cast,
felt the falling into life's deep dark hole.
Seemed to be a never ending path,
turned to my left and then my right.
Couldnt seem to escape the terrible wrath,
Give up the battle or chose to fight?
Our paths have forks that change destiny.
Sometimes its courage that changes things.
Othertimes its a friend thats sent to me.
I choose to call them friends with wings!
No matter why I am brought to this place,
I see newfound liberty, opportunity and grace.
Here's to a new life with all new selections,
it comes with abundance, no time for reflection.
Dennis Thompson 5-1-2000
Perimeter
Gaze into her gorgeous eyes,
a reflection of Green to see.
He stumbles while he tries;
but he enjoys her beauty.
Many thoughts come and go,
theres' high tide inside of him.
He only wishes she could know,
that her heart for him to win.
The outward looks are drawing,
as how great to be near and hold.
His longing heart keeps gnawing,
crying out to him to stand up bold.
As his mind slowly wanders back,
he can only wait on his destiny.
Is he walking on the right track?
He can only wait and see.
Then his mind wanders onward,
as his fantasies with her abound,
He's longing and aching forward,
his feet not touching the ground.
Dennis Thonpson 5-13-2000
Walking as you Go
We are roaming down life's shorleine,
feelin the exsperience with our toes.
Moments like this make all very fine,
as the last thought erases all our woes.
The Suns bursting through the skyline,
it erupts as a promise of a new day.
Possibilities and promise are all mine,
as I choose todays path for my way.
Each day presents itself uniquely new,
as gift to exsperience lifes' pleasures.
As various cuisines and deserts abound:
all it takes is looking....to be found.
The sun has set on this days' excursion,
leaving a time for reflection and dreams.
What did you do with todays version?
However you view it is how it seems.
Dennis Thompson 5-15-2000
The Difference
There's a secret that all need know,.
It's plain and simple to comprehend.
Understanding this allows to grow.
Eventually seeing it is a God send.
We all have spirit and soul alive,
sometimes thought to be the same.
The truth propels our inner drives,
showing us from where we came.
Our Soul is our emotions...our dreams,
with our mind pulsating personality.
It creates longings in intellectual streams,
captivating and individualizing Generalities.
The soul is our mortal being, living to die.
It can be very pursuasive and leading.
Its outgoing, corrupted and never too shy.
It leads to trouble that leaves us pleading.
The Spirit's a perfectly sound eternal being,
formed to know the one who created all.
His creator is omnipotent and all seeing.
He cries to Daddy behind his fleshly wall.
Surrounded by lifes confusion and vanity,
he sounds the call for a persons meanning.
He leads from the poisoned souls vanity,
from there he knows the creators gleaning.
Dennis Thompson 5-15-2000
Thief
We all have been helplessly seduced;
whether by strangers or by friends.
I wonder what has really been reduced;
and can we count on anyone's amends?
Sometimes we are bludgened inside,
with nowhere to run for help.
This pain will dig deeper than our pride,
more often leaning on ourself.
Why do we often choose to accept,
and not believing ourselves strong?
Do we see ourselves as so inept,
or we accept their views all along?
The thief will win whatever form you see,
if you let him leave his brand.
They will decieve you and keep you,
make you think its his where you stand.
We must stand up and know its true,
that all thats happened is past.
repeat after me that he's through,
together our strength will last!
People need people that can love,
especially ones that persist.
We need to keep our stance above,
and remember to always resist.
We can overcome all past failure,
as it is a state we can leave.
Just beware of the thiefs adventure,
and all of his lies he would weave.
DennisThompson 6-3-2000
Where is your Treasure?
Is it found in the tropical paradise?
Do you lay it out for all to see,
or is it viewed only by the wise...
It is so diverse from person to race,
whether be money, homes or dreams.
Everyone seems to have it in its place.
They say it is where your heart resides,
and it will be easily heard and seen.
Yet there are those who keep it in stride.
I was taught that the greatest treasure,
is found in the loved ones you have.
How could things even take measure?
Once loved ones are gone its forever,
with us grasping for our memories.
Nothing hurts like deaths deep sever.
Almost anything can be stolen or destroyed.
But it can be duplicated and replaced,
yet losing love can only leave a vast void.
Dennis Thompson 5-22-2000
The Blonde Goddess
When I gaze into those green eyes,
I can clearly see,
A beauty tortured by many lies.
When I reach into her soul,
I can feel her very life,
it dreams f being whole.
Then it all becomes so very clear,
her spirit speaks to me;
the battle of her inner fears.
She is such a valued treasure!
I only hope that can believe,
That to me she brings great pleasure!
She is not just an outward beauty,
I see so much more than that.
Her kindness overcomes the most snooty.
How can I ever let her know in words,
that she has touched my heart,
in places indescribable even to verbs.
Perception is the wheel of the weaver.
I spin fond memories with her;
which is why I have become a believer.
Her time to blossom is but a path away.
I am so excited for her;
maybe she will share it with me someday.
DennisThompson 5-7-2000
Divide
I never thought this day would come,
when instead of two............was one.
The emptiness that lingers silently,
is ever present inside of me
I can still remember saying I do,
never imagining greiving and blue.
Thoughts and hopes were all so high,
but now I can only ask God why?
I can see but our broken words,
where the painful cry is always heard.
Otur choices had become so selfish,
to change it all is but an empty wish.
Sometimes our actions are portrayed,
through emotions so easily swayed.
Why we want to point and blame,
is nothing more than ridiculously lame.
So today a good choice to be made,
before emotions can control and fade.
Chose to courageously make amends.
and at least end our love as friends.
Dennis Thompson
