Take My Hand...

Red hair waving in the summer breeze,

Her piercing gaze staring at the endless sea,

Ears being serenaded by wind playing through trees,

Her soft lips smile as she relishes the feeling of being free.

Pain, numbing and agonizing at the same time,

Tugs at her heart from memories long past,

As she recalls every verse and every rhyme,

He used to make her heart beat fast.

Her eyes show of sorrow,

Her heart longs for a better tomorrow,

When he can finally throw

Away all her hate so that she can grow.

She's waiting for someone to show

The meaning of and how to love

And wonders if God will know

Her insecurities from His heaven up above.

Maybe now you'll see,

Just how much you mean to me.

Fret not for I will walk with thee

And show you all that you were meant to be.

When you're feeling lonely, hear me say,

You're never alone, walk with me today.

I'll be by your side everyday and in every way,

Until your dying day, come what may.

Hidden...

If you find yourself alone,

Stealing glances at your phone,

Thinking of a knight to call,

Irresistible, charming and tall.

Let, then, the whole world know;

Let them snarl and growl.

Happily ignore them like so,

And relish their burning scowl.

Verily, you have hidden,

Every bit of sentimental emotion,

Not knowing you have smitten

Or that you have my full attention.

This poem, I give to you;

Grand as I can make it too,

In hopes that you will see,

Verily, how much you mean to me.

Even if nobody sees you,

Never will I forsake you, it's true;

Unwavering will my friendship be,

Please, let me help you fly free.

Only you shall know,

Now and forevermore,

You weren't meant to be a show

Or to be kept in a store.

Understand, now, that I haven't given up on you...

...

Listen close to this tale I'll tell,

Of a man who once was well,

Wherein whose heart, did the devil dwell,

And from grace he thus fell.

He toiled land to make end's meet,

Long were his days working on his feet,

His harvest never could be beat,

And that, in a country full of farm hands, was no small feat.

Then came men from lands of sin,

Offering pleasures of which he has never seen.

Thus went all his virtues into the bin,

As he turned his back on a life that could have been.

For years he was showered,

With riches untold.

At beggars he glowered,

To his family, he was distant and cold.

"Dada, are you free?"

Asked his son expectantly, wearing a crown.

"No, boy, I'm busy, can't you see?"
Said he, looking up from his tab wearing a frown.

"Can you help our daughter with her prom dress?"

Asked his caring wife gently.

"Don't you think I've enough stress?"

He barked angrily.

Then one day he was taken ill.

He told the doctor to prescribe any pill and

That he would gladly pay any bill,

For his agony to end.

"I'm sorry" came the reply,

This is an illness that no money can cure.

So make peace with the past and cry

For forsaking a life of love so pure.

So, my children, you see,

Don't be like me.

Treasure everyone and everything you love,

And know that I'll be watching you from above.

As for you, my dearest wife,

I'm sorry for all the strife

You've had to endure this life,

And if I could do it all again,

I'll bear all the pain,

You had to go through in vain.

Debts...

Time makes fools of us,

Rushing for time in search of wealth.

If only I had taken the time to write a verse,

Remembering you in good health.

There are many that I am grateful for,

There are more of whom I adore.

Then there are those who walked out the door,

But such are memories from days of yore.

She who has shone so bright,

Illuminating mine endless night,

With love and care so warm, so kind.

I, in turn, was callous and blind.

I hope it's not too late.

Even though, my love, you are now dead,

I am thankful for all you've done and said;

For I understand now there's no escape from fate.

Hear now of a man I respect and fear,

He's my father and all that I hold dear.

He brought me up when my mother fled

And he forged me to be stronger than lead.

Listen then of my mother,

A lying bitch like no other.

She turned my heart to stone

When she fled while her debtors broke my every bone.

I thank God for the life I've lived,

Though there were many more miseries and sadness.

I am grateful for the life he breathed

And for letting me bask in His greatness.

For the company of people who accepts me,

For the teachers who have made me see,

For my enemies who have left me be,

I thank thee.

So you see, while debts like these cannot be paid

And words of anger cannot be unsaid.

Are you willing to help them accept their fate

Or will you leave them for dead.