November 30, 2014 – Page 2 – Momentary Lapse Of Sanity

November 30, 2014 facetioussoup aka MLWA

Fake people

November 30, 2014 facetioussoup aka MLWA

Come back to me baby, come back~

I am laying here in my bed, with thoughts of my husband running through my head. How we were supposed to grow old together, see our grandchildren. Just random thoughts, memories of us and things. This upcoming year would have been 20 years for us. How I wish I could wish him back. Sitting here talking to him, asking him to come back to me, why did he have to leave me. I miss that man so much there are no words to express it. The only things that can express those feelings are tears. Tears are like unspoken words, words so deep there just are no words. I really don’t think I will ever fall out of love with him. This year he was going to get me a one carat ring of my choosing for our anniversary. I will work on getting myself one. I have it picked out and our anniversary will be in June. I will try to get that from him to me. Loving him so much. Missing him so much. Wanting him so much. Wish he was here laying next to me.

November 30, 2014 facetioussoup aka MLWA

Somewhere On A Train

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Somewhere On A Train…

As the night-time falls
The windows go dark,
Lights on the horizon
Are destinations for someone,
Dreaming comes easy
If your pillow is soft enough
And your heart knows love,
Steel wheels never stray
From steel rails
Moving to the
New day,
From sea to shining sea
Amarillo by morning,
Amarillo’s where I’ll be…

Rtk

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November 30, 2014 facetioussoup aka MLWA

Bill Withers singing the truth

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November 30, 2014 facetioussoup aka MLWA

“In Moments of Silence”

The Vision of Poets

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“In Moments of Silence”

Writing is not necessarily an art,
Although there are many who can
Share their words so beautifully
That we consider them to be
Artistry of exquisite expressions

As I write my own words
In the quiet of the early morning
I have found that the words of others
So often fill my soul with inspiration
During moments of silence

Those very same moments of silence
Are the times when I find words
That have traveled to me from far
Beyond my own abilities of understanding…
Appearing from within the silence

In this moment of silence
The very first light of dawn
Has just crept over the eastern horizon
Making not the slightest of sound…
Yet, providing beauty far beyond
The concepts of my humanness

If I could only touch the dawn…
Would the wonder…