The First Word
December 31, 2008
The first word isn’t always
The most important, nor is
The first word
The one that says the most. Even though
The first word may be forgotten by
The time you reach
The end, we are still indebted to
The first word for what it begins.
The statement starts with the first word.
The second word depends on
The first, and the first word depends on
The one who speaks it. Who speaks
The first word may not speak
The second or third.
The first word always comes before
The last word, which in this case is the
End.
~wbv
Why Flowers
December 30, 2008
A flower is precious
And we give it away
We give it away
Not because we don’t care for it
But because we do.
We give it away
Because it’s the loving thing
Because if we hang on forever,
It will eventually die.
We give it away
Because we love the flower
Because we have to
Because we need to
We give it away
Because we want it
To be given to us
And giving it away
Is the next best thing
~wbv
Believer
December 29, 2008
The man
The believer
He speaks
He listens
He believes.
Some listen
Some walk
Some talk
Some doubt
He believes.
Fast speech
Moves quickly
Avoids detection
In honesty
He believes.
Some love
Some hate
Some lie
Some steal
He believes.
Lesser evil
Hides between
Dogmatic faith’s
Empty pages
And he believes.
~wbv
Harmonize Or Die
December 28, 2008
Once I met a melody
That was traveling on its way
I stopped and asked like I often do
“Hey, how are you today?”
The tune just turned and looked at me
And didn’t miss a beat,
When it said “You can’t just interrupt
Every Melody you meet.”
I said “my name is harmony
And I think you have good tone,”
Melody said “If you’re thinking duet,
Then I’d rather go it alone.”
So I sat back and listened to Melody’s song,
I’m not sure what it was about…
Then I stepped up my own little vocal offensive,
And snuffed the poor Melody out.
~wbv
Thank You For Staying
December 22, 2008
When you were turned off
When you wanted to leave
When you thought of walking away
When you were scared
When your life was difficult
When you had better things to do
When you needed answers that I didn’t have
When the answers I did give were wrong
When the sky was cloudy and the room empty
Thank you for staying.
~wbv
This Much
December 21, 2008
As much as water fills the ocean,
As much as sand touches the beach
As much as air is in the wind,
As much as stars span the sky…
As much as light brightens the day
Or darkness conquers the night
As much as lovers love, and melodies sing
As much as words speak, and eyes behold…
How much?
“This much.”
~wbv
Forgotten
December 19, 2008
I’m talking to you
But you’re not listening
I’m speaking words
But you’re not hearing
I’m singing songs
But you can’t hear them
I’m dying inside
And you don’t seem to care
I’m looking for you,
But I can’t find you
My eyes are searching
But you are hidden away
I watch without resting
But you won’t be found
I’m dying inside
And you’re not here to notice.
I’m dreaming of you
But your essence eludes me
You are fresh on my mind
Yet I’ve forgotten your face
My heart is screaming
But my agony is useless
I’m dying inside,
And my soul has been forgotten.
~wbv
Say It
December 16, 2008
Just say it,
Today, because you never know…
This may be your last chance.
Just say it,
Today, because if you don’t
You might regret it tomorrow.
Just say it,
Today, because you’ll never know
What happens next if you don’t.
Just say it,
Today, because the reward is
Well worth the risk.
Just say it,
Today, because it doesn’t matter
Who thinks you’re crazy.
Just say it,
Today, because if you don’t say it
Then who will?
Just say it,
Today, because somebody
Needs to hear it.
Just say it,
Today, because not saying it
Leaves room for question.
Just say it.
Speak your heart and quiet your mind
Because the right words illuminate the path
Of the wandering soul.
~wbv
Quietly
December 15, 2008
Bending and bowing
Stretched out before
Softly slipping
Quietly waiting
Moving and turning
Laid aside nicely
Patiently watching
Quietly waiting
Shifting and swaying
Brought near enough
Eagerly accepting
Quietly embracing
~wbv
Pain Beneath
December 13, 2008
Hurting deeply, aching of love
Folded hands of intense longing
Heartache holds on for dear life
And misery won’t let go
Nobody sees what’s underneath
Not the clothes but the soul
For whichever would bring fewer sobs
From a heart that knows the pain beneath
The shadows speak of not being heard.
~wbv
