Whats missing? Modifying by suggestions. All advice welcome. Oh and thanks up front.

wrote it two weeks after wife left. its been almost 7 months now
I just like the comments I get when I post it

Well done

hear I stand with my heart at my feet
I kick it around and still it beats
I look around and hear no sound
I look down and hear I found...
my heart beating on the ground.

for what does fate have for me
in the future I hope to see
to find the truth and hope to see
the me that I hope to be.

my heart is hurt, and my soul is damaged
but still i find some way to manage
for time will never slow
and time will always know
that time will heal your heart
all I need is a place to start.

my heart is full of desire
putting up a sign for hire
to find someone to find
the man I see
in my mind.

For now I will stand hear kickin
my heart at my feet still beat'in
to finding a to way to survive
the feelings i feel inside.

Tim R.

What it takes



What it takes

Home

IT takes a heap o' livin' in a house t' make it home,
A heap o' sun an' shadder, an' ye sometimes have t' roam
Afore ye really 'preciate the things ye lef' behind,
An' hunger fer 'em somehow, with 'em allus on yer mind.
It don't make any differunce how rich ye get t' be,
How much yer chairs an' tables cost, how great yer luxury;
It ain't home t' ye, though it be the palace of a king,
Until somehow yer soul is sort o' wrapped round everything. Home ain't a place that gold can buy or get up in a minute;
Afore it's home there's got t' be a heap o' livin' in it;
Within the walls there's got t' be some babies born, and then
Right there ye've got t' bring 'em up t' women good, an' men;
And gradjerly as time goes on, ye find ye wouldn't part
With anything they ever used -- they've grown into yer heart:
The old high chairs, the playthings, too, the little shoes they wore
Ye hoard; an' if ye could ye'd keep the thumb-marks on the door.

Ye've got t' weep t' make it home, ye've got t' sit an' sigh
An' watch beside a loved one's bed, an' know that Death is nigh;
An' in the stillness o' the night t' see Death's angel come,
An' close the eyes o' her that smiled, an' leave her sweet voice dumb.
Fer these are scenes that grip the heart, an'when yer tears are dried,
Ye find the home is dearer than it was, an' sanctified;
An' tuggin' at ye always are the pleasant memories
O' her that was an' is no more -- ye can't escape from these.

Ye've got t' sing an' dance fer years, ye've got t' romp an' play,
An' learn t' love the things ye have by usin' 'em each day;
Even the roses 'round the porch must blossom year by year
Afore they 'come a part o' ye, suggestin' someone dear
Who used t' love 'em long ago, an' trained 'em jes t' run
The way they do, so's they would get the early mornin' sun;
Ye've got t' love each brick an' stone from cellar up t' dome:
It takes a heap o' livin' in a house t' make it home.

Thanks for the complement.

Thank you. Don't like the emotional level it takes for me to write this well, but I like how it turns out.

hear I stand with my heart at my feet
I kick it around and still it beats
I look around and hear no sound
I look down and hear I found...
my heart beating on the ground.

for what does fate have for me
in the future I hope to see
to find the truth and hope to see
the me that I hope to be.

my heart is hurt, and my soul is damaged
but still i find some way to manage
for time will never slow
and time will always know
that time will heal your heart
all I need is a place to start.

my heart is full of desire
putting up a sign for hire
to find someone to find
the man I see
in my mind.

For now I will stand hear kickin
my heart at my feet still beat'in
to finding a to way to survive
the feelings i feel inside.

Tim R.

other then the stress of a divorce I am drams free

Trained mine to use a sand box size litter box in the basement during the winter. better then the wind across there butt's.

Why cover your eyes? Other then that I am all about the first and the last. Got to like the girls!

Very good work in my eyes. Sounds like you are having a birth day soon. Each person can take what they do. I see a lonely birthday. Hold strong and keep writing. Chin up you got a talent for words and a heart of love a passion.

Beautiful work. I saw my grandfather in your words. Thank you for your great way with words. paint me another?

I wrote that six months ago. Not good days. Things are good now. no need for tears. Don't consider myself a poet, but they come to me now and then thanks for your comments and input.

Words to live by. Actions to work for.

Heart felt. Great work!

Hear I stand with my heart at my feet
I kick it around and still it beats
I look around and hear no sound
I look down and hear I found...
my heart beating on the ground.

for what does fate have for me
in the future I hope to see
to find the truth and hope to see
the me that I hope to be.

my heart is hurt, and my soul is damaged
but still i find some way to manage
for time will never slow
and time will always know
that time will heal your heart
all I need is a place to start.

my heart is full of desire
putting up a sign for hire
to find someone to find
the man I see
in my mind.

For now I will stand hear kickin
my heart at my feet still beat'in
to finding a to way to survive
the feelings i feel inside.

Well you say you get what you see. Well all I see is a picture. I will give you the same advice that I was given. Your profile lacks body. Who are you. Ask your close friends. What to like to do and why. use examples to show your personality and interests. Don't be afraid to make it long and full of information. The more you can say the better.
After changing my profile i got three mails the same day.
So maby that will help

Thanks all for your input. I understand what you were getting at with the way my profile looks now. And with the pet pics. I will get them on tonight. some are a bit old but i will take more soon and post them.
Thanks again all
Tim

Got the chance to change up my profile after the input of people on hear and some help from my friends. Will change more but what do you think.