“Let Love In”

The words I write upon the page.
Here are always done to encourage.
Just to have others see.
How life could really be.

You know just because I talk the talk.
I don’t always walk the walk.
There are times I need.
To take the time and read what I write and proceed.

I don’t profess.
Nor do I try to impress.
Another you see I’m just me.
If you look you will see.

That I’m just like you.
At times I sit back and view.
What others do and say.
And the way there words display.

At times of what they have been dealt.
And of the hurt they have felt.
It touches my heart.
Right there from the very start.

I realize that no matter what.
It grabs me right within my gut.
You see I have learned.
That so many have been burned.

Within the heart and have closed that door.
Not letting what life has in store.
In, that could fill a heart with all the love.
They ever wanted; for they think they are unworthy of.

It is so sad to see.
A heart that is not free.
Learn to open that door today.
And let love come your way.

K.L.M
1/13/2008

Nice...if everything could be so easy. Love your writing ability.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Puddin Cup,, when one opens the door ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh the endless possibilities,, Thank you for guiding me to the open door,, for holding my hand and allowing me to rest within your arms when the world seemed so dark...

MMMMMMMMM.....nothing like a little of life's windex



to open up our view...........

Very Nice Write SIS.....

Entanglednstuff1 aww but to open the doors to the heart is easy it is dealing with the pain is were the work comes in but one must have lost love to know what love is.

(((((((Buttercup)))))) your soul shines now like a beacon in the night

Heheheheh I got your windex dear brother lol heheheheheh And what a view it is shshshhshsshh hope you like long rides that has a sweet reward at the end

"It is so sad to see.
A heart that is not free.
Learn to open that door today.
And let love come your way."

A sniffle is heard, deep in the night.
A little lost soul, so far from the light.
She remembers a time when love guided sight.
When did she lose it, what caused its flight?

Her chest muscles tighten, she stifles a groan.
She remembers the wall, she built ---- all alone.
It surrounded her heart for protection from pain.
She remembers each brick, they helped keep her sane.

The walls intent was not to keep out the light,
The intent of the wall, was to shield her from sight
Of the ones whose words brought the feelings of shame.
The ones who would use and abuse the heart that she gave.

So long ago, she built her soul shell,
and most don't know how she survived that hell.
Many don't need to ------ some know too well.
But now its time to live out of the shell.

I'm sure there'll be more to this. It is why I started the ramble. I hate it when you make me think Texas, but damn you do it well......

Always thought provoking Kristi and always good as ever.

Great job Kristi!

very nice ( K )
i realy like this one

Differentkindofwench awww girl BRAVO I love it talking about making the mind think ohhh the wheels are in motion.


Thank you all for reading also and glad you each liked it but sure there will be more to this one

“The Wall Crumbles”

There was a wall that had been built.
Slowly but surely it started to tilt.
Inch by inch they chipped at the brick.
That had been laid so thick.

Within time it started to thin.
They started to feel as if they would win.
Why in time had it seemed.
That it was deemed.

It was necessary to build such a wall.
That no one could even begin to crawl.
Over and see.
What life could be.

Within these walls it felt.
As if no one again could melt.
This heart and soon again leave it broken.
Not wanting to hear those words spoken.

Just words that some have no clue.
They should say them only when they are true.
But within time there was this one.
A heart once broken they have won.

So slowly but surely they started to chip.
Away at that wall and made ones heart again skip.
A beat then two it happen so fast.
Wondering will this last.

Then they watched the wall.
Slowly start to crumble and fall.
They stood and looked around.
Down it fell to the ground.
There they stood and looked at the mound.
They realized there heart had been found.


K.L.M
1/14/2008

Ahhh, Texas Love, we have different (go figure) perspectives. Thank goodness we do; both are necessary. You write of the beauty of others and being open and accepting to the outside teachers/healers. I write of the beauty of self and the worthiness of meeting he/she who dwells within and accepting the inner knowing of what's right for self; the inner teachers/healers. With the others who write in these forum walls, check it out ----- we all see the whole of life. Ahhh, (sigh of immense delight) much goodness..... (I wonder where the blinkin and nod emoto's are?)

(((Txs))) (((DKW))) .... good stuff ladies!!!!

(((TXS)))

(((Wench)))