Knowing Love

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When the nights are lonely, and the breaths are low,
When the world spins fast, and one does not know.

When down is up and up is down,
when your common acquaintance has become a frown.

When sunlight makes you yearn for shade,
and thoughts a thickened path to wade.

Know that love is lingering, always by,
It may seem confident, disguised, or shy.

Know it stays, it never goes,
Reach inside and above though low.

Know that love prevails even when felt lost,
and believe in love no matter what the cost.

Believe in love, be it self or faith,
Believe and breathe, it is worth the wait.

© Jennifer Lee Dethloff 2010

A Hand

A hand that reaches at first light for anything that looks new.
A hand that becomes more cautious after being burned a time or two.
A hand that trembles and sweats the first time it touches the opposite sex.
A hand that unjustly learns a slap as a natural reflex.
A hand that helps another hand begin an innocent life.
A hand that slowly lets go, leaving pain, joy, and strife.

© Jennifer Lee Dethloff 2007

I will tell you want I do want

I dont want to ask the questions
because I dont want to believe the lies.
I dont want to feel dishonesty
and I dont want to learn to cry
I dont want to wake up restless
and I dont want to feel death’s pain
I dont want the flame to flicker
and I dont want to play the game.

Watch the wind blow and catch the energy,
into your soul and born you will be.

I do want to ask,
and I do believe the lies.
I do deserve the truth,
and I do let weakness cry.
I do want to wake up content.
I do know of death’s pain.
I do watch the flame flicker
I do see reflections the same.

But ask me what it is that i want to see?
Imaginary facts to an endless degree.

the artist’s way

I drink my wine,
Its breath of swine,
the game of life at stake.
I held my breath,
the world regressed,
my soul was up for takes.

It pushed. I cried.
It laughed. I sighed.
Its power must be bled.
I walk to fly.
Oh paradox sky.
Speak. hopeful soul be fed.

I paint to cleanse,
the voices within.
For a change in lifes array.
And then I sigh,
and perhaps I cry.
It is the artist’s way.

Jennifer Lee Dethloff 2/2010

Growing in the unknown

There’s a feeling.
A question.
A desire.
An apprehension.
A wonder of if or why.

There’s a hope.
A dream.
A yearn.
A projectment.
A possible smile or sigh.

There’s an unknown.
A known.
A being.
A soul.
A body one holds in its own.

There’s a chance.
A whim.
A right.
A wrong.
Uncertainty til we’re grown.

Hand in life

I’ve lived, I’ve learned.
I’ve walked, I’ve ran.
I’ve tried in depths to understand.

I’ve laughed I’ve cried.
I’ve traveled far.
What we know is what we are.

Why we do and do we see?
In a world diverse with love and greed.
A world of wonder and dull lit space.
A world of pain and hidden grace.

What is to come and what will be.
We never know, we never see.
Eyes wide open, smokey haze.
Time incessantly counts the days.

Fear the hand that ceases to move.
Your debt in life will not be proved.

Jennifer Lee Dethloff 12/2009

Leap in Life

I want to step onto this path.
But what if it is broken glass?
What if ambers burning black?
One step forward, one step back.

I want to experience something new.
Can this inkling pull me through?
Inner desire burns stir the flame.
Is this life only a game?

And in this game are there rules?
and if so, only for fools?
Render sanity only to keep.
I merely gaze, I want to leap.

A leap in life, what if a fall?
An idiot will force to safekeep all.
Leap in life. Catch the wind
and soar until your journey ends.
© Jennifer Lee Dethloff 12/2009

Flickering Flame

The geese they fly in the orange sky,

They help each one along;

In a line they know they can find,

a promising breeze with their song.

 

When my heart sighs I tell my soul,

That it must keep  living on.

Even when the world grows dim,

with the flame that seems to be gone.

Life has been hard and needless to say,

I get discouraged at times.

And at the end of the day,

I pray to God and say.

Please let love be blind.

© Jennifer Lee Dethloff 9/2009

Scared

Im scared to death to get hurt.

Im scared to death to make it work.

Im scared not to get love in return

Though I want to try I want to learn.

How it is the one thing in life

that can bring such joy and yet such strife.

It is a paradox of the soul

To be in love and scared to let go.

Im scared because I love with all

Im scared he wont catch me if I fall.

Im scared because I need all of you

To make this work, to make it through.

It wont be easy.  It will be tough.

But in the war of love you must give more when it is rough.

Hold on to me and ill hold on to you.

Love all of me with all of you.

 

© Jennifer Lee Dethloff 9/2009

RED

Red to me is what I see when I hold desire in life.

Red to me is what I see when I view death and strife.

Red to me is what I see in the red veined teary eyes.

Red to me is what I see in a red rose of surprise.

Red to me is what I know is love deep in my soul.

Love to me is what I feel when I am in your arms, you hold.

© Jennifer Lee Dethloff 9/2009