We are all the same except:
*The Way We Are Born
*The Way We Live
*The Way We Die
Diana Nelson 6/2004
Friday, July 22, 2011
Patient Love
Oh be it not for my lonely heart,
I'd have the one that I have sought.
I'd have the one that I have sought.
For in haste I do take,
what in waiting I can make.
Be it time I place the blame,
for in urgency I play the game.
As one would come along,
see it right when it is wrong.
To be unhappy but not alone,
to bide my time but pass the one.
Let I now find what love is true,
in hopes to find this love in you.
Diana Nelson 5/98
Special Place
I have spent my days in the garden of time,
past-present-future all are mine.
In my silence it is but a bitter snow,
as the sun shines down in a hazy glow.
past-present-future all are mine.
In my silence it is but a bitter snow,
as the sun shines down in a hazy glow.
As I sit and think in these memories dear,
I pause and wonder if you will hear.
When I walk among the daffodil,
loves bitter sorrow is standing still.
When the raindrops fall on the roses here,
I often question if it is me I fear.
My eyes they close on the path I chose,
where nothing is understood and nobody knows.
When the sun comes up and the day is bright,
only then will I know what I did was right.
Diana Nelson 1/04
Paradise
Where is this PARADISE that we all search for,
that we pass up this world in want for more.
When did it get so bad that we had to believe,
that our only good thought was on wanting to leave.
that we pass up this world in want for more.
When did it get so bad that we had to believe,
that our only good thought was on wanting to leave.
So much on this earth that we never do see,
the changes it makes in our history.
This place full of wonder on land and at sea,
so many hidden places to set our souls free.
It took history so long to get us to here,
and still there is much we all have to fear.
Many worked and strived and what did they know,
they paid with their lives and their very soul.
Young ones were lost and the old very few,
doing what they could for what they thought was true.
We are learning all along what our past has to say,
hoping we will learn something from that day.
We have a long way to go if we are ever to find,
that PARADISE we lost-
from the one in our mind.
Diana Nelson 2004
Why?
Many times we have asked the question why,
to look for some answer in another's eye,
but the thought we often tend to forget,
is that others have different needs to be met.
to look for some answer in another's eye,
but the thought we often tend to forget,
is that others have different needs to be met.
We opt to stay true to our own point of view,
while we dispute the things that others do.
In us all we have a world of our own,
where all our beliefs and dreams are born.
Along the way, our minds are led astray,
for there is much we let stand in the way.
In many there is peace that can never be found,
and in this reality their lives are bound.
Who is to say what is really the truth,
when our very existence is planted in youth.
We truly believe we are seldom wrong,
and in this never know where we truly belong.
Searching for truth when life goes astray,
never believing in the good of the day.
For all the things that may happen to you-
and in all the places that life sends you to-
remember this now your whole life through-
When you say you are right and others are wrong,
and you favor your own point of view.
How can you be sure what you believe is true,
when others believe in what they think too.
Diana Nelson 2004
Life in Pause
Within the forest of this home of wonder,
there lives many beasts with a growing hunger.
A power they possess with a strength to destroy,
yet see it not with wisdom but as a child would see a toy.
there lives many beasts with a growing hunger.
A power they possess with a strength to destroy,
yet see it not with wisdom but as a child would see a toy.
they have split their souls between two Gods,
yet do not realize they share the same odds.
With their life of want, desire and need,
they do not not look ahead as to where this will lead.
In the journey to have what they wish to possess,
how it will be in the end really matters the less.
For in striving to have is what gives them their fire,
that gives them their energy to send their souls higher.
When it is all said and done and desires come to pass,
what then in a world that is all theirs to grasp.
there will be nothing left undone-
nothing else left to do-
it will be as they wanted it -
not the place that they knew.
No new wars to win-
no old grudges to face-
the world would become a most solemn place.
All the struggles they passed that got them to here,
are a lost reminder on a frozen tear.
They settle themselves in this newfound embrace,
and keep their eyes open...
just in case.
Diana Nelson 8/29/2005
The Long and Winding Road
Down that long and winding road,
amidst the broken brier,
I walk aside the burning asphalt,
never do I tire.
Once it seemed to take me home,
right around the bend,
now it stretches toward the sky,
to a future without end.
Oh, that long and winding road,
wherever you lead I go.
The heat of the day,
or the cool of the shade,
you take me forward,
you see me run,
Closer, closer, here I come,
My destination: The setting sun.
Diana Nelson 1989
amidst the broken brier,
I walk aside the burning asphalt,
never do I tire.
Once it seemed to take me home,
right around the bend,
now it stretches toward the sky,
to a future without end.
Oh, that long and winding road,
wherever you lead I go.
The heat of the day,
or the cool of the shade,
you take me forward,
you see me run,
Closer, closer, here I come,
My destination: The setting sun.
Diana Nelson 1989
The Candle
In the midst of all your pain and confusion,
when it seems in your fight to win your losing.
A candle is burning to light your way,
to help you make it through the day.
As the candle flickers and sways,
it casts the shadows of tomorrow's days.
As the darkness lay ahead,
this candle you hold shines brightly the way,
it will lead you to a day,
when pain and confusion go away.
Diana Nelson 2/93
when it seems in your fight to win your losing.
A candle is burning to light your way,
to help you make it through the day.
As the candle flickers and sways,
it casts the shadows of tomorrow's days.
As the darkness lay ahead,
this candle you hold shines brightly the way,
it will lead you to a day,
when pain and confusion go away.
Diana Nelson 2/93
In Memories dear: Over the passing of my father
I sit here and I wonder where it is that you have gone,
for the times that we have shared were not for very long.
For my entire life you were there in my need,
and now in my thoughts your love takes the lead.
for the times that we have shared were not for very long.
For my entire life you were there in my need,
and now in my thoughts your love takes the lead.
I will always remember the times that we shared,
the simple things you did that showed that you cared.
The trips to the park and the places we went,
those moments to remember of a love that was sent.
I will never forget and I will always look in the past,
for your smiles and your humor that your love to me has cast.
I know it's hard to think of you without a single tear,
but as long as you are in my heart there's nothing left to fear.
Maybe somewhere out there you are looking in on me,
your here to ease my pain and are helping me to see.
I know this life was so unfair for all it put you through.
you had to struggle long and hard for what belonged to you.
Yet there was something that you got-A precious little pearl,
you got to have one special love...from daddy's little girl.
Diana Nelson 8/29/2005
My Father-Dedication to my Dad
My father, he is one special man,
he has struggled to do the best he can.
He gave me a special place to be,
by always being there for me.
he has struggled to do the best he can.
He gave me a special place to be,
by always being there for me.
My father, he is not an easy man,
yet I stuck by him when others ran.
He tried to give me all I could have,
all I could want and it made me glad.
Yet the one true thing I could always see,
was his never ending love for me.
My father, he is a caring man,
he looked out for me as no one can.
Even when I moved away,
his love for me remained to stay.
And as the years go by so fast,
I know our love will always last.
My father, there is none quite like him,
never was and never has been.
He is my father, and I am proud that he is,
I will always be the little girl of his.
Diana Nelson 1/2002
The Abyss
Standing near the deep abyss,
I feel the grasp of danger's kiss.
Sunkin deep in hollow sand,
no one to give a reprimand.
For I teeter on the makeshift ground,
hoping that someone will hear my sound.
All I can hear is the echo's drum,
and know I am the only one.
Bending-I peer at the depths below,
and think about the life I stole.
It was not much but mine to hold,
I never meant to be so cold.
If only someone had made me stop.
as I ponder this thought...
I let myself drop.
Diana Nelson 6/27/03
I feel the grasp of danger's kiss.
Sunkin deep in hollow sand,
no one to give a reprimand.
For I teeter on the makeshift ground,
hoping that someone will hear my sound.
All I can hear is the echo's drum,
and know I am the only one.
Bending-I peer at the depths below,
and think about the life I stole.
It was not much but mine to hold,
I never meant to be so cold.
If only someone had made me stop.
as I ponder this thought...
I let myself drop.
Diana Nelson 6/27/03
Pause
I look out to the man that is standing on the bridge,
and my thoughts are like a plea-
does he intend to take his life in order to be free.
His body sways upon the rail that overlooks the lake,
I want to cry out to stop this man-
but for whom would I put at stake.
Would he later become a man the world will want to know,
or would he spend the rest of his life in a deep and dreadful hole.
Would I put a stop to some mistake-
for what I cannot say,
or would I make the matter worse by making another day.
Just as I think I must stop this man-
that I need to try the best I can-
he falls from the bridge to the water below.
and in this moment I feel the blow.
The splash it leaves me soaking wet-
and finally I understand what I could not get.
It was not that I meant to save this man-
to clear my guilty soul,
but to help stop the pain that he must have felt-
that finally took it's toll.
Diana Nelson 1/2004
and my thoughts are like a plea-
does he intend to take his life in order to be free.
His body sways upon the rail that overlooks the lake,
I want to cry out to stop this man-
but for whom would I put at stake.
Would he later become a man the world will want to know,
or would he spend the rest of his life in a deep and dreadful hole.
Would I put a stop to some mistake-
for what I cannot say,
or would I make the matter worse by making another day.
Just as I think I must stop this man-
that I need to try the best I can-
he falls from the bridge to the water below.
and in this moment I feel the blow.
The splash it leaves me soaking wet-
and finally I understand what I could not get.
It was not that I meant to save this man-
to clear my guilty soul,
but to help stop the pain that he must have felt-
that finally took it's toll.
Diana Nelson 1/2004
The Rose
Red satin gown,
damp from the dew.
In sadness I wait,
for someone like you.
Bend over softly,
don't make a sound.
Whisper a kiss,
pluck me from the ground.
Diana Nelson 1999
damp from the dew.
In sadness I wait,
for someone like you.
Bend over softly,
don't make a sound.
Whisper a kiss,
pluck me from the ground.
Diana Nelson 1999
Love Is?
Love is foolish-love is blind,
love is selfish-seldom kind.
Love is lost-love is found,
love is that which we are bound.
Love is sorrow-love is pain,
the love we need leaves much to gain.
Love is what we fight to win,
even when that love is sin.
Love is glory-love is pride,
love cannot see what to put aside.
Love is felt-love can touch,
for some very little-to others much.
Love has no direction-it may often fall,
but we carry the roadmap in us all.
It is only a matter of what we choose to see,
that sets our course in history.
Diana Nelson 2003
love is selfish-seldom kind.
Love is lost-love is found,
love is that which we are bound.
Love is sorrow-love is pain,
the love we need leaves much to gain.
Love is what we fight to win,
even when that love is sin.
Love is glory-love is pride,
love cannot see what to put aside.
Love is felt-love can touch,
for some very little-to others much.
Love has no direction-it may often fall,
but we carry the roadmap in us all.
It is only a matter of what we choose to see,
that sets our course in history.
Diana Nelson 2003
Paincan Street
I walked along Paincan street and saw the sorrow there,
people sad, some were mad, but most without a care.
I looked upon my very soul and uttered out a plea,
in my darkest, desperate day may it never happen to me.
I know this may seem such a selfish thought,
for seldom do we wish for the lives we got.
For many people have traveled broken roads,
and carried the weight of heavy loads.
Then there are those whose dreams come true,
and never give thought to what others go through.
Seeing I will never reach the end of the road,
I stop and I look behind,
and know there are many hardened souls,
whose peace they will never find.
As I close my eyes to everyone I see,
I realize these lives are people just like me.
Diana Nelson 2002
people sad, some were mad, but most without a care.
I looked upon my very soul and uttered out a plea,
in my darkest, desperate day may it never happen to me.
I know this may seem such a selfish thought,
for seldom do we wish for the lives we got.
For many people have traveled broken roads,
and carried the weight of heavy loads.
Then there are those whose dreams come true,
and never give thought to what others go through.
Seeing I will never reach the end of the road,
I stop and I look behind,
and know there are many hardened souls,
whose peace they will never find.
As I close my eyes to everyone I see,
I realize these lives are people just like me.
Diana Nelson 2002
Copper Rose
Down, way down below echo's sound,
far beneath where time is found.
There is a rose with tarnish thus,
broken thistles, waters rush.
The rose embedded in martyred stone,
without a touch it sits alone.
Many have come, gone and went,
never knowing what was not sent.
Reddened bricks stacked one by one,
up around with no view of the sun.
Not a single light shines in,
yet the rose it lives within.
It never dies, can never see,
yet it waits to be set free.
There is an urge one can't deny,
and so to pass unanswered why.
For the bud cannot wake up to bloom,
without another it seals it's tomb.
It will continue to sit and wait,
wanting only for the love of fate.
Diana Nelson 2001
far beneath where time is found.
There is a rose with tarnish thus,
broken thistles, waters rush.
The rose embedded in martyred stone,
without a touch it sits alone.
Many have come, gone and went,
never knowing what was not sent.
Reddened bricks stacked one by one,
up around with no view of the sun.
Not a single light shines in,
yet the rose it lives within.
It never dies, can never see,
yet it waits to be set free.
There is an urge one can't deny,
and so to pass unanswered why.
For the bud cannot wake up to bloom,
without another it seals it's tomb.
It will continue to sit and wait,
wanting only for the love of fate.
Diana Nelson 2001
Hand in Hand
I walked along future's beaten path,
wanting to stop and walk away.
I had all but given up,
a task for another day.
wanting to stop and walk away.
I had all but given up,
a task for another day.
When up ahead I saw a weary soul,
trying to reach the very same goal.
Head held down,
without a sound,
shallow steps on the hot cruel ground.
Slowly I walked up by his side,
when he looked over at me,
I could tell he had cried.
The tears had made a darkened swell,
his troubled eyes told of his personal hell.
I touched his hand in mine,
and we continued to walk,
where all around was not a sound,
and neither of us talked.
We knew the path that must be taken,
and we were not alone,
for I knew that I would make it now,
with the friend that I was shown.
Straight on ahead toward the horizon,
without another worry.
I was walking hand in hand with time,
and with him I could not hurry.
Diana Nelson 2002
He Touched Me There
He touched me there.
I threw myself upon his feet and begged for more.
I took hold of his leg and prayed for mercy.
I held him tightly and wouldn't let go.
He comforted me.
I looked up into his dark blue eyes.
Twin flames burning into my soul.
He told me I was safe within his aching heart.
He lifted me up with his hands so strong.
Standing before him we were one.
I threw myself upon his feet and begged for more.
I took hold of his leg and prayed for mercy.
I held him tightly and wouldn't let go.
He comforted me.
I looked up into his dark blue eyes.
Twin flames burning into my soul.
He told me I was safe within his aching heart.
He lifted me up with his hands so strong.
Standing before him we were one.
Darkened Day
I embrace his soul on this warm spring afternoon.
I move within the shadow of his touch and yet I feel his aching desire.
I long to reach out and embrace him but that would be wrong,
knowing this distance makes it feel fresh, new, and alive.
To cross into that realm would make me escape the meaning of this need.
Only in wanting can I feel desire;
only in not having what I wish to possess can I take him completely.
I watch his every move, every gesture, every word that escapes his moistened lips.
The way he turns his head and looks out across the plaza,
his dark eyes bore into the very core of my being.
I feel a shudder, a creeping up my spine, at the intensity of his gaze.
He looks through me for only a moment before touching her.
The one he is with, the one who knows nothing about him-of the true man he is.
His touch is for her and her alone.
How it pains me to see him laugh and take hold of her hand.
I feel the burn of my tears as I slip farther back into the darkness that suddenly clouds the day and I silently slip away.
I move within the shadow of his touch and yet I feel his aching desire.
I long to reach out and embrace him but that would be wrong,
knowing this distance makes it feel fresh, new, and alive.
To cross into that realm would make me escape the meaning of this need.
Only in wanting can I feel desire;
only in not having what I wish to possess can I take him completely.
I watch his every move, every gesture, every word that escapes his moistened lips.
The way he turns his head and looks out across the plaza,
his dark eyes bore into the very core of my being.
I feel a shudder, a creeping up my spine, at the intensity of his gaze.
He looks through me for only a moment before touching her.
The one he is with, the one who knows nothing about him-of the true man he is.
His touch is for her and her alone.
How it pains me to see him laugh and take hold of her hand.
I feel the burn of my tears as I slip farther back into the darkness that suddenly clouds the day and I silently slip away.
The Padded Cell
In the corner of the padded cell,
I heard a feeble cry.
Not for the pain inflicted,
but for the will to die.
Who was I to be,
was all that he could say,
he banged his head against the wall,
a prayer to end his day.
The time was coming near,
only death did he have to fear.
Looking back on his past,
what little love he cast,
thinking not what his future could be,
the many things he could not see.
Not one soul did he learn to touch,
only to snatch away,
and now his time was coming soon,
his life would end today.
This retched soul a gift of life,
is what the preachers say,
but how can you show compassion,
when they give it all away.
what little choice life gives to you,
we never truly understand,
in which direction right or wrong,
we stand on sinking sand.
Within this conscious life does stem,
with desires we must fulfill ,
and for those of us who lose our way,
show them wisdom we can all instill.
Many believe it comes down to us,
but we all must stand beware,
For we may think our hearts are true,
but there are those who do not care.
For someday we may turn around,
and find that we are lost,
in the corner of a padded cell,
wondering...
was it worth the cost.
Diana Nelson
1/14/09
I heard a feeble cry.
Not for the pain inflicted,
but for the will to die.
Who was I to be,
was all that he could say,
he banged his head against the wall,
a prayer to end his day.
The time was coming near,
only death did he have to fear.
Looking back on his past,
what little love he cast,
thinking not what his future could be,
the many things he could not see.
Not one soul did he learn to touch,
only to snatch away,
and now his time was coming soon,
his life would end today.
This retched soul a gift of life,
is what the preachers say,
but how can you show compassion,
when they give it all away.
what little choice life gives to you,
we never truly understand,
in which direction right or wrong,
we stand on sinking sand.
Within this conscious life does stem,
with desires we must fulfill ,
and for those of us who lose our way,
show them wisdom we can all instill.
Many believe it comes down to us,
but we all must stand beware,
For we may think our hearts are true,
but there are those who do not care.
For someday we may turn around,
and find that we are lost,
in the corner of a padded cell,
wondering...
was it worth the cost.
Diana Nelson
1/14/09