Flow
 

By: Amy Aumick 2004

Let my tears come
As often as they wish.
Not as often
As they should.
Let them fill my eyes.
Will they overflow
With gratefulness or grief?
And take me to
A higher plane
Than ever before.

I liked this one too Aim, Tears can Flow anyway mine Have always made Me stronger....yes it Rocked

Very beautiful, Aimee...

I love this part:

Let my tears come
As often as they wish.
Not as often
As they should.

That's the way it should be, letting oneself feel. I like that a lot.

thats the way i see it to Dogstar

Understanding
blatantly leaves my mind
when it comes to you
Us
What we were
What we never had
I wonder
How often
I can know someone
Not knowing that
someone
never knew me.

;) i know it Hahaha

Nor those
who claim to know
God
And call themselves
Christian
Yet subscribe to the slander
of your rotten words.
I will rise up
Not as the
Reightous
But as a
Beggar
On my knees
Calling out for your
Redemption.

Only The True Reightous, is made to be beggars, To many things redempition is one of theme, and i find myself saying please oh lord forgive me, I will Never Leave Or Forsake the beggar And So Shall We Rise And Not Taste Death Never Clip thy wings if if they only be broken It Better Fot Thy wings To Be Broken, In To Battle Than Never to Have Fought At All Wings Sometimes Are Meant To Be Broken And A Wings Of A Fighter shall Be Mend It, To Once More Soar Again with out thy wings being Broken We cant SoarAnd Then The Angels Opens their eyes To Know I Really Was Never Forsaken Sometimes We Go Through Hell Time And Time Just To Be Made Known, He Is God The Refuge The Redemer The Peace The Water The Invisblie Are Unknown Stregneth, time and time Again He Will Prove He Is God, Stop Look Listen, shhhhh Discretion will keep thee, it makes no sound But an Invisble Impact, when it Sounds The Heavens Roar

Good God, we can all relate to that. Nicely expressed, Aimee!

To trap the wind
In my hand and feel it
As the arms of God
Lifting me...
Higher.
To see beyond
What is only in front
Of my eyes.
To hear the whistle
Of the birds that
Fly next to me.
To taste the clouds
In my mouth.
And the smell is of a
Tropical Paradise.

I feel the midst of waters around me, i here the whales Sing And The Waves Roar as it moves me in out many doors past present future, nothing can touch me there Some one stronger than i holds mine Hand as i leave and come down i bring the tears with me at that point weakness comes empty sings her sad song like a lonsome dove crying for Rain sometimes it heals my pain and makes me bleed i know some how the angels that holds me is bleeding for me let it pour flood and whash Our darkness Away***}

Memories past
Fill my head
To remind me
Of only the happiest
Moments
The brightest
Days
And ghosts
Haunt me
Night and Day
Pursuant to what
Was barely there
And won't come back
To them.

Very cool, Aimee...our own perceptions of our supposed reality, how they can change over time, right or wrong, for better or for worse. Doing what we have to to get through the day...Nicely done!

I know i love Her Threads :D

What's the difference if
I stay or go?
What does it matter
What I know
Or don't know?
Only you can live your life
And you can live it
That way
Or this.