Misunderstood

Seeking it so frantically

As if it’s all going to end

Fearful of the responses

Their unwillingness to bend 

Wondering about validity

Is it all in my head?

Better to be here

Or go where I am lead 

Wanting to share it all

Though some fear the deep

Looking for the bliss

A peace and joy to keep 

Walking in the snow

Frozen tears, emotionally blind

When will they come along?

Who will I find?

Only wanting to love

With a purpose to fulfill

Yearning for that one

To give his entire will

LH

2-13-14

Notes

Walking ever cautiously

Like a stranger in this land

Wanting to feel welcome

But find it hard to understand

Observing life uniquely

Feeling different than the rest

Laughter often surrounds me

But by the subject I am not impressed

Finding so much irrelevance

As others go along

Not meaning to offend them

But refusing to just belong

Operating on a level

That seems a bit above

I struggle to construct my crutch

While they judge me with no love

LH

2/11/14

Decision

So here I am, a mortal,
upon this spinning ball
watching all the people
taking note as they fall.
Let me ask a question.
Beg you forgive, I must.
If tomorrow you were terminal,
and you started to become dust,
if all that was important,
that you had said was odd,
if in spite of all your fighting,
there truly was a God,
If you knew before
before you crossed on through,
that you could be forgiven,
what exactly would you do?
Would you confess transgressions,
tears flowing from your eyes,
or would you embrace the liberalism
and foolishly die?

LH

2/10/14

Death of a Weekend

Reflecting on the choices
since life has gone this far.
Surrounded by the silence.
His peace bought with a scar.
Memories flood randomly
as he trudges through routine.
Piecing together happiness.
The picture clearer yet still unseen.
When each piece is added,
it brings a little tear.
He anxiously assembles
with anticipation of a fear.
He's listened so very long
to the thoughts of the unconcerned.
Believing the manipulation,
the consequences burned.
Shirking now the labels
of those who mindlessly judge.
He smiles because he knows they're lost,
cause their compassion just won't budge.
Now he lives his truest,
seeking what is real,
and when she kissed his lips,
he knew that he was healed.

LH

2-9-14

A Winter

A winter like no other.
A beauty without compare.
The past had just prepared him
For a future unaware

LH
2/8/14

What

He wonders what compels him,
as if it's something else.
And what is he pursuing?
It's Folly, yet still he delves!
Fun or is it Fire?
Bored or is he cold?
Time is disappearing... so,
Live before you're old!

L.H.
2/6/14

Serenity

Sometimes we just need to slow down..