I don't know why I bother...

I don't know why I bother...

One day everyone wakes up.
realizing; the things they wanted the most,
were right in front of their face.

Someday...
somebody will come along.
Someone who is not blind...
who sees, what is right there.
When the ones who were blind,
see us together;
they will be jealous,
it will make them sick.
I will feel sorry for them
and hope for them, the best.
While they find their perfect little sin.
Who is just as arrogant
and superficial as they are;
I will find the most amazing thing,
one human being can ever hope for.

In the land of the blind,
the one eyed girl is queen...
and there is nothing wrong with my vision.
I see right through it all...
So let them scoff at me,
let them think I am a joke...
We shall see who finds real love;
and who finds heartache.
What you put in;
is what you get out.

Funny how life works like that...
In the end they have no one to blame,
but themselves;
but most can't look in the mirror,
and do just that.

Another funny fact;
is when you pay no attention to the external,
you really see people.
While most people walk around thinking,
they are all that because of looks or whatever;
To me most people are ugly,
because I am not blinded by their physical self.
I see what is inside...
And what I see is ugliness,
in its full glory.

Then there are the beautiful ones,
they exist but are outnumbered...
They are what make this place beautiful.
Their radiance is so much stronger,
than the ugliness it overpowers;
even though outnumbered.

For the ugly ones,
I may see them for exactly what they are.
But I will never treat them,
as anything less than beautiful.
I am a better person for it.
I am stronger on my weakest day,
than they will ever be on their best day.

Let them be ugly,
I will shine my light so bright;
their darkness will be driven,
into the tiniest corner.
And when I find another,
we will shine so bright;
that their darkness will rage at us,
out of jealousy and bitterness.
And again I will feel sorry for them,
my heart will bleed for them...

But we all make our own beds.

                                                                                    G.Langmoore March 29,2011

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Your Gift

Your gift

A smile,
A touch;
Unbearable,
To much.

A laugh,
A giggle;
Teaching,
Act little.

A hand,
A heart;
Sharing,
Not apart.

A hope,
A dream;
Imparting,
So seems.

A wink,
A kiss;
Leaving,
Breath less

A glance,
A stare;
Floating,
On Air.

A word,
A whisper;
Hearing,
Ever crisper.

A promise,
A vow;
Captivated,
Without doubt.

A life
A treasure;
Weathering,
Journey together.

A commitment,
A bond;
Enraptured,
Growing fond.

A gift,
A present;
Unconditional,
No lament.

G.Langmoore Mar 27 2011

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The Flower

The Flower

The Sepals…

Tough growth left you guarded,
Although protected never hardened.
I would never hurt you,
So for their sins hope I’m pardoned.

Your high walls are mighty,
Against them I would never breach.
If you allow me entrance,
With softest embrace I would reach.


The Petals…

Light tracing with my finger,
The gentle curves of your soft skin.
Your lovely body so near,
Your delightful sight draws me in.

Sensual cherry lips,
I melt into you when we kiss,
Your warm body against my own,
Is there a more heavenly bliss?

The Stigma…

Teasing eyes dance like fire,
Burning me down to my very soul.
Dainty touch that completes,
The mere sensation makes me whole.

You are true seduction,
You're gifted to allure and attract.
One look into those eyes,
Knew I’d fallen no turning back.


The Pistil…

Attracted by passion,
Held hostage by your inner self.
Start blending together,
No longer tell you from myself.

Never cease to amaze me,
I want you with me on this path.
I see in you my future,
Oh how I pray for this to last.


The Ovary…
We journeyed together,
Understanding in each others eyes.
For us there’s only truth,
We’ll not subject each other to lies.

It happened with a touch,
With a magic and spark from the start.
I know I’ve found my place,
Here with you embedded in your heart.

G. Langmoore…  March 27, 2011

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The Wild Rose

The Wild Rose

A solitary wild rose,
Just growing where it ought not.
Ragged and unmanaged;
Not quite meant for a rose plot.
So here it calls it’s home,
This lonely and unfitting spot.

A loving gardener,
With a touch and eyes so rare.
Stumbles upon the wild rose;
Finding it worse for the wear.
Seeing it in it’s plight,
Touched with a need for care.

A solitary wild rose,
Shaped by perseverance.
Never meant to survive,
Does by spite of appearance.
No one would miss the rose,
Upon it’s Disappearance.

A loving gardener,
Who sees beauty through pain,
Gives the wild rose attention,
More gratifying than rain.
For the rose will protect,
Keep the rose from being slain.

A solitary wild rose,
Becomes beautiful in bloom.
Embraced by the love;
The gardeners care its womb.
The rose offers back its gift,
Filling the air with perfume.

A loving gardener,
Lots of roses they have known.
But not one like this rose,
With adversity it’s grown.
With disadvantages,
Still to the world beauty shown.


A solitary wild rose,
Finding care so long sought.
A loving gardener,
Finding beauty raw not wrought.
Harmonious balance;
Together with out distraught.

G.Langmoore, November 27, 2010
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A Letter To The Lion

A Letter To The Lion.

Dearest Lion,

    I had to write you this,
Simply just had to show,
Although you gave me hurt,
Bravery I now Know.
Encounters we have had,
Scars left with every blow,
I tried to escape you,
But as always too slow,

To you Lion,

I owe all that I am,
Not that credit is due,
Your intent my demise,
Not to build but subdue,
Through relentless stalking,
My courage only grew,
In face to face battles,
My strengths became true,

In you Lion,

I faced all of my fears,
Learned to cast away doubt,
Learned to heal my wounds,
Learned to go without,
Learned to hold my head,
Minus mighty kings clout,
Learned how to survive,
Just what life was about,

From you Lion,

I have got many a gift,
By acts not from your heart,
With pain and suffering,
Those gifts you did impart,
Teaching me oh so well,
From now back to the start,
Some people truly say,
Your greatest work of art,

To you Lion,

I now must say goodbye,
Bury you in sands of past,
I have learned to distance,
Learned to move so fast,
Once I was so afraid,
Now I know I will outlast,
Between then and future,
There is a new contrast,

Thank you Lion,

Though you have wounded me,
Those wounds in time will heal,
Though you had weakened me,
A greater strength I  feel,
You tried hard to kill me,
But myself was revealed,
All you truly accomplished,
Was build me by ordeal,

With love despite your way,
Sincerely,
Your always elusive prey

                                                              Written by G.Langmoore Nov 2010

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Hope, Faith and Love

Hope, Faith and Love

Hold on to tomorrow,

Only if to help get through today,

Perceiving the positive in each moment,

Eases your burden beautifully each day.

Find it within yourself,

And never let it grow dark,

Interpret with your mind,

Then listen to your heart,

Heed yourself  and you’ll find your part.

As bad as it gets,

No matter what you do,

Don’t ever forget,

Love in all that you do,

Overstated yet underestimated,

Venture to learn love truly is,

Eternally uncomplicated.

By Gabrielle Langmoore Sep. 16 2010
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