Thoughts About Life And Death

Awakened
By
La Belle Rouge

It is possible for man to become
with the expanding universe
blended together seamlessly as one
Recognizing the spark of life divine
To know God in each cloud
in each blade of grass to find
the shimmering beauty beyond
this physical Earth’s kind
To enter mystically into a realm
beyond the infinitesimal human mind

Once on a warm Spring day
under a bright morning sun
I enjoyed a walk in the woods
and looking up I spied only one
lone, rare eagle circling in the sky
I watched in rapt appreciation
and never really understood why
I became the eagle and as I flew
freely on wings swift and strong
And suddenly I understood and knew
I became one with all nature.. within me
was where God dwelled and belonged

I saw him in each billowing cloud
and felt his breath in the breeze
Prayer is so much more than
just words on bended knees
I heard his voice in birdsongs
and in the chattering of a squirrel
God is present in every atom
that comprises every world
in every bending blade of grass
and each leaf upon the trees
in each ray of sunshine and
things the human eye never sees

As I fell upon the ground
eyes lifted toward the sky
I lay immobile, awakened to the divinity
of each dust particle floating by
I don’t know how long I laid there
seemed like forever yet no time at all
I heard the angels singing
in the sound of the eagle’s call
Life is never ending and death
nothing to fear, when joined with
the true source of life, on the
other side of death or here

©11-17-2003 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry, Glimpses Of Immortality”



Pro-What?
By La Belle Rouge

I am a pro-choice poet
I choose life not death
I choose love not hate
I choose my values and
allow others the same right
even if they are different
or opposite of mine....


God is love but you are not
with your big machine guns
and deadly homemade bombs
with your hate slogans
and your unmerciful judging
of ALL women who have abortions
with your holier than thou attitudes

God is love and the author of life
you claim that you also love life
choose life….defend life
if you are truly pro-life
how can you take the lives of others?
are the lives lost in bombed clinics
less precious than those torn from wombs?

we can not make all choices for all people
we will never understand or approve
of all the choices made, but we ourselves
do have the choice to love or to hate
to educate or to throw stones
I’m not in favor of abortions but
taking lives of those who are
is a choice to be pro-death
as surely as performing an abortion
would ever cause you to be



©3-3-2005 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry, Soul Whispers”

Gentle Power
By
La Belle Rouge

Darkest night of deep despair
oft engulfs an innocent soul

With covert stabs of betrayal
and eyes once warm, grown cold

The greatest power on Earth
Is wielded by gentle men

Those who bring love and light
suffer for it again and again

For love is often undefined
yet completely captivates

And within the gentle powerful soul
There is no room for hate

© 1-27-2004 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry, Soul Whispers”

Twilight Cemetery
By
La Belle Rouge

In twilight, surreal ending
of a long summer day
I leisurely strolled alone
among ancient headstones
and iron gated crypts
No sounds to distract thoughts
other than crickets chirping
They and I and an occasional
skittering field mouse
the only viable things
inhabiting the city of the dead
No movement
to draw my attention
as I wove slowly between
the resting places of
beloved husbands, wives
brothers sisters and children
and on moss covered headstones
some toppled with ravages of time
I read weathered epitaphs
describing who they were
how they lived
and what they meant
to those who loved them

The cares of a long hard week
slipped away like ethereal specters
into the slowly advancing night
My mind emptied of the temporal
being infused with
thoughts of the eternal
Musings about the identities
of those who lay beneath my feet
wafted through my thoughts
A massive imposing monolith
paragraph after paragraph inscribed
with titles and achievements
of such an important man
stood out impressively above
all surrounding monuments
but death is the great leveler
and in God’s eyes titles are
of no eternal consequence
Was he charitable and kind
beloved of his family and friends or
were titles all he was remembered for?

Another rounded edged headstone
“Beloved Wife And Mother,” it read
Was she beautiful of face and heart
endearing of ways,
sacrificial in love?
Was she truly beloved
and did she know the happiness
of being in love
cherished and respected
or was the word “Beloved”
only another empty title
inconsequential to life and character?
Beside hers a tiny final crib
marked by a stone lamb and inscribed
with, “In the Arms Of Jesus”
date of birth and death with only
two months separating the two
I imagined her, weeping for her baby
for he had preceded her into that
that dark night and once again
I wondered why the arms of Jesus
never seem to be full enough

All left now of their identity
the stone monuments and
loving words of adoration
inscribed thereon
Perhaps some old letters
and photos moldering in
an attic trunk or
if they were writers
a collection of their works
hopefully preserved and still read
A hundred years after their deaths
not one soul remains
who knew them, loved them
understood their joy and pain
No one remains who remembers
the beauty of their eyes
melody of their voice
or touch of their hands and spirits
Darkness is falling as I turn to leave
my hand reaches out and rests on
her headstone in sympathy for all the pain
that accompanies being a woman
and the sorrow she endured for
the little one who was snatched from
her arms into the embrace of deity
As my fingers lightly touch the cold stone
electricity races through my body and
awareness through my spirit
She yet lives and nothing of that far away
time-shrouded life has been forgotten
lost nor disparaged by the passing of years
She and I are as connected by the
commonality of human experience and spirit
as if she had been my contemporary friend
and in the circle of life
there is no place for death

© 5-10-2003 La Belle Rouge

Forever?
By
La Belle Rouge

Does life begin within
the obscurity of a womb?
End in the darkness of a tomb?
Fashioned in secret
originating from where?
Before the formation
of a body, is life there?

Does the soul live on
beyond the veil?
peripherally to Heaven or Hell?
Is there ever a beginning
or a ultimate end?
Are our souls reborn
again and again?

If we gaze deeply within
will we chance to see
the illusive spark of divinity
Are we part of the
infinite circle of life with no night
traversing present reality?
living forever within the light?

Before forever was
after eternity will be
life unending did the soul see?
Will we spend a thousand
lifetimes and more
of repeated pleasure and pain
searching for infinity’s door?

When exhausted eyes close
in eternal repose of sleep
Is it then futility to mourn, to weep?
If the soul lives eternally on
though frail flesh shall die
and forever searching for answers
we uncover more, “Whys”

© 11-11-2003 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry Glimpses Of Immortality”



Dirty Word
By
La Belle Rouge

"Cancer"

It’s a dirty word, no one should ever have to hear
A word that brings dread to the thoughts
And fills the heart with nagging fear
If there ever was a thing from the depths of Hell
The disease behind this hateful word
Fits the description all too well

It’s a dark word, one there is only one way to fight
With the lightening power of believing prayer
Determination and the love of God’s merciful light
For hope and love are stronger eternally
Then the dreaded word cancer
And its fearful hold on our family

So we cling to hope and pour out our love
In the darkness of uncertainty and pain
Confident that the powers of light above
Will remember our loved one's name

© 9-5-2003 La BelleRouge
“Poetry, Soul Whispers”



Wrong Assumptions
By
La Belle Rouge

Assumptions run roughshod over tender hearts
The person you think you know is usually
only a faded shadow, a caricature, of the real thing
We only let each other see small bits and pieces
of the psyche for we all have learned through
bitter experience that only the foolish uncover all
Only those who have lost everything will venture
complete loss and most of us have never lost
our pride, will to survive and fear of rejection

It’s always a temptation to wrongly judge another
based on the very sketchy details we know of
a heart and life, most of which is hidden from our view
Somehow it seems easier to make assessments of others
than of ourselves, though we ourselves are the only ones
before whom we stand completely uncovered and
after having walked in our own shoes as none other
is capable of doing but even so, we tend to be
easy on ourselves and oh so hard on others
© 7-29-2003 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry, Soul Whispers”

Happiness
By
La Belle Rouge

Happiness is but a moment
frozen in time, remembered forever
Happiness is attainable but temporary
Yesterday and every day past are only
sweet or bitter shadow memories
Tomorrow and all the days to follow
are only an illusion, fear, hope, dream
We live in the present moment alone
If we drink from the chalice of happiness
but a brief moment in present time
we know the reality of its power
It is no illusion, no cruel joke
One experience of happiness and
we know it is indeed existent
So many think it not real because
they have never learned to live
in the moment alone, with its
myriad of emotions and situations
Spending a lifetime franticly chasing
what may have sparkled and floated
like a bubble, then suddenly burst
never to be found again, or changed
Because we fail to possess it
in the moment completely, or at all
makes happiness no less real
© 7-23-2003 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry, Soul Whispers”




Listening To Earth
By
La Belle Rouge

Sometimes if I listen closely
I can hear her breathe
Soft breezes play with strands of hair
and tenderly caress my skin
as she whispers ancient secrets
softly against my ear
Secrets of mountain formation
whale song serenades
howl of lone coyotes
on star blanketed desert nights
Sighs of soul mates searching
and lovers united
First cries of newborn creatures
death rattles of final breaths
Mysteries primordial and precious
only solitary mystic wanderers
and ardent romancers
of Earth charms discover


Fluttering of hummingbird wings
buzzing in my ears
Taste of rose nectar on my tongue
Hum of passage through tunnels of time
and distant corridors of space
Vibration of eternal primal force
I hear the silence of her weeping
as tears kiss my face
in gentle rain descending or
fierce shriek of anger filling the sky
thunderous roar and bolts of pain
my soul joining with hers
experiencing suffering of centuries
Useless wars and death of innocence
performed like a tragedy on the stage
of each successive generation
Becoming who I have never been
when I listen to the Earth
©7-6-2003 La Belle Rouge



Only A Cup Of Water
By
La Belle Rouge

It was only a few minutes of your time
and an ear opened to my need
but it gave me hope

It was only a shoulder to catch my tears
and a tender, “I understand”
but it bound up my wounds

It was only a brief touch of your hand and
an assurance that I’m stronger than I thought
but it inspired me to keep trying

It was only a look in your eyes
that connected our hearts for a moment
but it strengthened mine

It was only genuine love and concern
that wrapped itself around me
and held me up

It was only you, being your compassionate self
but it made me feel important and
renewed my faith in humanity

It was only a token of God’s unchanging love
offered to me through your friendship
but it helped me look to Him

It was only a small cup of cold water
in the barren desert of my deep desperation
but it saved my life
© 6-25-2003 La Belle Rouge



The Force
By
La Belle Rouge

Have you heard it in the wind
whisper of ancient truth?
On the breast of a flowing river
has its murmur been borne to you?
Do you see it in the wingspan
of an eagle soaring high?
Have you apprehended timelessness
while years are fleeing by?

Do you sense it in the aura
of an old soul familiar and wise
or in crimson sunrise, sunset
bursting in your eyes?
Do you hear it in chanting prayer
or a newborn baby’s cries?
Has your spirit progressed beyond
temporal unreality and lies?

Do you know how to embrace
a brother much different than you?
With the hate and strife around you
have you discovered what to do?
Are you ready to fight the war
but not with bombs and tanks?
Have you learned the priceless lesson
Of long suffering and giving thanks?

Are you intimate with the greatest force
accessible in the world today?
Do you know that love will live on
and goodness will find a way
to overcome the black darkness
that threatens to end it forever?
Do you know that God is love
and love is defeated never?
© 7-11-2003 La Belle Rouge

Dying?
By
La Belle Rouge

A True Near Death Experience

Pain so sharp, dull
hot, cold and impossible to bear
I want to, need to, SCREAM
but no sound will come from
my locked parched lips
or constricted throat
I want to REACH out to you
need you to hold my hand
but I can’t MOVE
or open my eyes to look
into the concern and
compassion in yours

I hear the MUSIC
playing in the hall
or is it coming from some
distant nebulous galaxy?
My feet want to, need to, DANCE
but all I can do is lie
silently, immobile as I hear
the sound of familiar
hushed voices and sobs
that linger long over my bed
I want to COMFORT you but
I intuitively know your tears
foreshadow the approach of
something so BIG there is
no way to fight its power

I hear the prognostications
of certain DOOM
you think because I’m
not conscious, I can’t HEAR
as you discuss plans for
the funeral and what you
think I should wear on such
a momentous occasion
and I think “Oh no
not that blue dress”
I try to open my mouth
need to TELL you
but there is just no way so
I accept that I will forever be
clothed in despised splendor

The brush of your lips against mine
then a darkness, more BLACK than
the backs of closed eyelids
dark, dark, so THICK
it wraps around me like a
warm soft blanket
falling, falling down into
a secure place of PEACE
I still hear the music
closer and closer now
but your voices have faded
and I no longer feel your TOUCH
I can see you somehow
looking down on me as I
gaze intently DOWN on you

Is this DEATH, or perhaps
the dawn of LIFE
Upside down dark light
unexplained peace?
As the darkness
gives way to white LIGHT
opening my eyes I look into
your tear stained face again
relieved to know
I won’t be wearing that
blue dress after all
But disappointed that
I still can’t DANCE!
© 5-19-2003 La Belle Rouge

What's It All About?
By
La Belle Rouge

It’s about time and
the flight thereof
Days turning to years and
the absence of love
It’s about loneliness
and stabbing pain
all about dread of loss
and hope for gain
Life’s about chances
the risks we take
the qualms we fight
decisions we make
It’s about hard labor
poverty and wealth
How we deal with fright
of the specter of death
It’s about faith in
what we cannot see
the grace of God and
powers that be
Life’s about laughter
and silent tears
courageous actions
cowardly fears
It’s pleasure and pain
and the part each plays
in the unfolding of
all our nights and days
It’s about how we treat
those we don’t understand
true charity toward
our fellow man
About love and peace
when all around us is hate
and how we expect
to enter Heaven’s gate
Life is a mystery
never really understood
attacking us with bad
but embracing us with good
Life is the most precious
gift we’ll ever know
each day an opportunity
to learn and grow
Spend it well and
hold it dear
Walk in faith and love
when the path is unclear
And when its been spent
our heart will be glad
for all the days of our lives
the good and the bad

© 6-27-2003 La Belle Rouge




Enduring Hope
By
La Belle Rouge

Hope is in the sun still rising
The day after it seems our world has ended.
Hope is in it setting again
To bring rest to the weary.

Hope is in the beauty of wedding vows
Taken by those determined to build a life.
It's in the cry of a newborn
And the prayers of a mother.

Hope is in the heart of an ancient one
Who lies upon a bed of pain
And endures it knowing
This too shall pass.

Hope is in faith and faith is in God.
God is in those who hope
And God never ends or fails.
Hope endures.

Copyright 2001 La Belle Rouge
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Grave Thoughts
By
La Belle Rouge
I stood today beside the flower covered grave
Of my life-long friend who’d passed away.
I thought about the years gone by,
About the times we’d laughed, the times we’d cried.
I couldn’t help but wonder how,
Years slipped by so swiftly from then to now.

You give life all you have from day to day
And in the end the only pay
Is silence in a lonely, dark hole,
A few tears shed, but if the truth be told,
The mourners cry more for themselves than you,
Frightened about what they’ll do
Without your love and your friendship too
To help them through the days ahead.
Part of them along with you is dead.

So they cry out in their loneliness and pain,
Hoping through grief somehow to gain
A knowledge of why men live, then die,
An eternal answer to the eternal why.

Some will look to God for the very first time
Trying to make reason or rhyme
Of the mystery of why we’re here and where we go.
It becomes important for them to know.
Some begin to hold each moment more dear
When they think of you and shed a tear.

And you won’t have lived and died in vain
If by your death they are constrained
To find the One who gives life and the reason they live
And in finding that reason, they learn to give.
And they learn to have hope that the only pay
Isn’t just a lonely, dark hole at the end of day.

If this is the case, we’re a better friend
After we die, for only then
The seeds of a life spent in care and love
Point our friends to God and their home above.

Copyright 2001 La Belle Rouge
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Immortality
By
La Belle Rouge

I want to be free of the shackles of time and space.
To soar higher than a red tailed hawk
And see with the sharpness of his piercing eyes.
To run more swiftly than a powerful Arabian stallion.
Feel the wind rush through my silken mane,
And the ground pass briskly beneath my pounding hooves.
I want to do, what I was created to do and know I can do
And to be done forever with the influences that tell me I can’t.
To pass out of the suffocating limitations of my mind and body,
And to step into the vastness of eternity
With its unlimited strength and wisdom

The shell of this mortality grows burdensome and slow.
The spirit it imprisons waits impatiently for release,
Weary with waking and sleeping and all that passes between the two.
It longs to return to the One who gave it,
To understand the perfection of love and worship,
Shake off the transient memory of pain
And embrace immortality without looking back.

Is this selfishness, with such little remorse
To leave behind those who cannot come with me?
Selfish? Perhaps. Human? Completely
And yet, separation can never be a reality
When we live in one another’s hearts.
I will take them with me, encased in my liberated soul,
And they will keep me close, alive in their memories
Just as I have enshrined those who left me behind
We are forever joined by love and love is eternal.

Copyright 2001 La Belle Rouge




Dying Young
By
La Belle Rouge

I've heard it said,
"The good die young"
They're too good for this earth;
They all leave here early,
Because of their great worth;
But I've never really understood,
Why God would leave the wicked
While he took away all the good.

I've often wondered
What is truth and what a lie.
There seems no rhyme or reason
For the way men live or die,
No justifiable time or season
And no clear explanation why
Some live to be a hundred,
Others never make their first cry!

So I have accepted
That some things I'll never know;
Like who should be left to see old age
And who in youth should go.
And it isn't for us to say
Who is good enough to be taken
Or who is valuable enough to stay.

Since God so loves the world
He leaves some true souls here
To live out his purpose and love
Throughout their long lives' years.
Some he gathers early,
Because it fits His plan
Although it breaks our hearts
And we can never understand.

When we look at our failures in life
We wonder why we're still here,
We only need to know there's a purpose
For all our triumphs and tears.
And if God in His infinite wisdom
Made the world in seven days,
What has qualified us
To question His decisions and ways?

Copyright 2002 La Belle Rouge



Questions
By
La Belle Rouge

Lord, if I make it to Heaven
I have some things to ask you,
Like, why cockroaches and pms too?
Why do wicked people prosper
And innocent children get abused?
So many have no power to choose
The kind of life they are destined live,
Why are some takers and others only give?
Why are there millions of religions
When there's only one Lord?
When you look down from above
Do you ever get bored?
With the pompous things
People say and do
While they worship themselves,
Pretending to worship you?

How do you feel
About the poor along the way
And the rich who
Pass them by every day
Never stopping to think about
Those in their path living without
Food to eat, or clothes to wear,
Not touched by such want
Enough to even care.
Having plenty themselves,
Feeling no need to share.
They may say a little prayer,
"Thank you God,
For what you've given me"
Too selfish and too blind to see.


So many questions
I don't know the answers to,
Many things I don't
Understand about you.
But one thing for certain
I've learned on this Earth,
God is love, and a person's worth
Doesn't depend on the clothes he wears
Or the color of his skin.
People look on the outside
But you look within.
You love each one
Because they are your creation,
Regardless of their wealth,
Their race or nation.
And I've finally concluded
If I want to know you,
I have to learn to love,
The same way you do.

Copyright 2002 La Belle Rouge
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Life's Battle
By
La Belle Rouge

The Devil

Why don't you just end it all,
He said.
Your life's a mess and you'd be
Better off dead!
Nobody really cares about you
I've got an idea,
Here's what you should do,
Open the drawer
And grab that bottle of pills
Take every one
And it will end all your ills.
Don't worry about wrong or right
Just do it,
And don't think about what might
Happen later.
Don't even consider Heaven and Hell;
There's only now
And you're not living it well.
Go ahead,
Just end all the heartache
Here and now.
Don't be concerned if death isn't
The end somehow.


The Angel
By
La Belle Rouge

Please don't even think about it!
Take a look around,
Many reasons to keep living
Still abound.
There are people who love you,
Those who care.
The many who will miss you, if you
Aren't there.
Think about a new tomorrow, stop living
In the past.
Nothing goes on forever, this dark time
Won't last.
You didn't give yourself life, taking it
Isn't your choice.
Think of the price you'll pay if you listen
To the wrong voice.
I know right now you feel so alone
Like God isn't there;
But he sent an Angel to tell you
How much He really cares!
So place those pills back in the drawer.
Now just go to sleep;
And while you finally rest tonight
An Angel's watch I'll keep.
In the morning a new chapter starts
You'll overcome the old.
Soon you'll be glad that you're still live.
Life is a gift
More precious than gold!

Copyright 2002 La Belle Rouge


If
By
La Belle Rouge

If God doesn’t want me to laugh
Why did He give me laughter?

If God doesn’t want me to dance
Why is there music?
Why do I have feet and rhythm?

If He doesn’t want me to enjoy food
Why do I get hungry, have taste buds, and a nose?

If God didn’t expect me to make love passionately,
Why do I have affection and desire?

If God wanted me to never be angry
Why do I have a temper and sense of justice?

If children aren’t meant to be loved and protected
Why are they born small and defenseless?
Why is there maternal and paternal instinct?

If all are made in God’s image
Why would prejudice be justified
Against someone of another race?

If words can’t kill or heal
Why do we feel their power
And why does God expect us
To control our tongue?

If God didn't know I would weep
Why did He give me tears?

If God didn't know I would need help
Why did He tell me to pray?

If God thought it a waste of time
To get lost in the mystical beauty of nature,
Why did He make the world so beautiful,
And give me four senses to experience it all?

If God doesn’t love poetry
Why did He create poetic souls?

If God created me the way I am,
Who are you to judge His creation?


Our Tears
By
La Belle Rouge

How I wish I knew
What to do for you.
You tell me all your fears
And I can see your tears,
But I don't know how
I can help you now.
You know I'm your friend;
But how do I begin
To help you to get through
What this has done to you?

I could try to say
Things friends do each day;
That your heart will mend
And you'll love again,
But I can't guarantee
That's the way it will be.
If I could help you not to cry
By telling you a lie
It would never heal your heart
Or give you a new start.

So I'll be a real friend
And tell you once again,
Because this is hurting you
It's breaking my heart too,
There's nothing else I can do
But listen and be here for you.
And if you need to cry,
I'll stand quietly by.
As you share your heart
I'll try to do my part
To be a friend that's true
My tears will fall for you


Faces Of Love
By
La Belle Rouge

Love wears many faces,
Often old and wrinkled,
Sometimes young and delicate.
I've seen it in the faded eyes
Of my grandparents
And in the bright ones
Of my grandchildren.
I remember it mixed with agony
In the eyes of my father
The day my brother died.

Love's glow reflects from
The faces of a bride and groom
As they make the age old vows,
Gazing into one another's eyes
And promising "Forever".
And if love truly dwells with them
It graces their countenances
Every day thereafter.
Love radiates from good parents
Each time they look at their child.

I've seen it in the eyes of strangers
Seeking to help someone they don't know;
A common cord running through each life
Connecting it to other lives
And binding all of us together
In ways both common and unusual.
Faces of love, familiar and unfamiliar
Surround us, making life worthwhile
Validating our own existence
Longing to see love reflected back.

Faces of love, obscured by
Memories of faces twisted with hate.
Offerings of affection and peace,
Refused and discarded by hearts
Crippled with the disease of fear.
Wounded souls cringing in anticipation
Of the burning, searing disinfectant
Cleaning and healing the gashes
Too deep to be reopened and purified
By the cure behind the faces of love.


Of Rivers And Leeches
By
La Belle Rouge

Some lives are like rivers
Filling, flowing, rushing, flooding
Everything around them with life
Everyone around them with love
Always moving, never static
Filling and being filled to overflow
Living life, feeling life
Giving life, describing life
Being life and love
Like crimson blood rushing
Through veins and arteries
And when they are wounded
Life blood spills out
Through their wounds
For the world to experience

Other lives are like parasites
Fleas, ticks, leeches
Taking, always taking
From the stream of the living
Taking and never giving
Living on someone else’s life blood
Afraid to live, to love, to be!
Hiding in the shadows
The tall grass or murky water
Attaching to anything or one
That can make them
For just a brief moment, feel alive
Will you be the river or the leech
Your heart must decide


Unmasked
By
La Belle Rouge

People are never
What they seem
Wearing their masks
Dreaming their dreams.
Trying to be someone
They're not
Giving so little
While taking a lot.
Telling you one thing
Meaning quite another.
Can you ever really trust
A friend or a lover?

Have you ever considered
How life might be
If I were honest with you
And you were honest with me?
Maybe we would be less alone
If with each other's hearts
We could feel at home.
How can we know who we like
If we all wear our masks
Afraid someone might
Dislike the real us
Without our disguise,
So we choose to go on hiding
Behind deception and lies.

And the pity of it,
At the end
No one has really
Known their friend.
We eulogize them
And lay them to rest;
Having never known the heart
That once beat in their breast.
Wouldn't it be an amazing day
If all the masks were
Removed and cast away?
You could know me
And I could know you
What we felt for each other
Would finally be true!


Waiting
By
La Belle Rouge

Waiting, waiting, most of life
Spent anticipating
What will be ours
At the end of the wait
Striving to be on time
Hoping we aren't too late
Waiting for promotion
Waiting for love
Waiting for prayers
To be answered from above

Waiting to become
Who we were created to be
Waiting, waiting
And hoping we will see
The day when waiting will be done
Waiting to be noticed
And for fame that may never come

Waiting for wealth
That may never be ours
Even waiting for someone
To change our flat tire
Waiting in line
Waiting every day
Waiting each week
To collect our pay

Waiting for our soulmate to come
Through a myriad of faces
To find the right one
Who has been waiting to find us too
Hoping when they appear
We'll know love that's true

Waiting to know
Who God really is
Waiting through
Our heartaches and fears
Trying to focus
Through our tears
Waiting for wisdom
And spiritual gain
Hoping somehow
To outlive our pain


Wondering
By
La Belle Rouge

Do you ever want to just run away
Pack all your bags, make your escape
To a happier place, a sunnier day?

Do you ever find yourself wondering why
Some people never work
And others work until they die?

Have you thought about why some
Live with loved ones in their home
And others die homeless and alone?

Why do some enjoy health through old age
Fame and fortune like actors on a stage,
Life filled with things of wealth and ease
While countless children
Die of abuse and disease?

Questions, questions all around
I wait for answers but don't hear a sound.
Just wondering if you wonder too,
And ask if there's anything you can do
To lift a load or bring a smile
And make someone's life
A little more worthwhile.


Where Are They Now?
By
La Belle Rouge

Where are they now,
Those who told said you couldn't
Become whoever you wanted to be?
Where are the negative voices,
Do you still hear them in your head?
Or have you mangaged by sheer willpower
To silence them forever?
At every success do they still
Deny that you deserve any credit?
At every failure do they still say,
"I told you so?"
Will you continue to listen?
Or will you decide
They're not worth your time?
Physical voices hushed by time
Now only speak in recesses of your mind
Will you listen to them, or your heart?
Will you be you, or who they say you are?


Cobwebs In The Corner
By
La Belle Rouge

We all have cobwebs in the corner of our minds.
We keep hoping they will fade away
Completely in due time.
Dark secrets, darker emotions,
Tenacious in their hold
We wonder if we’ll ever be free
Before we grow too old
To enjoy the pleasure
Being done with them would bring.
But they hide there in the corners
Clouding everything.

Just when we think we’ve cleaned them out
They reappear once more
Forcing their way into our minds
When we thought we had locked the door.
Cobwebs in the corners,
Dirty, Dusty things
Casting little, dark shadows
Over life’s joyful things.

We can stay in the corner
With cobwebs in our mind
Or we can live out life with purpose
Leaving cobwebs to find
Happiness and meaning
In spite of the shadows they cast
We can live in the present
And refuse to dwell on the past!


Generation Of Fools
By
La Belle Rouge

We fought a war foolishly contrived
A few protested, some survived.
We decided that marriage was just outdated
Most of us embraced "Free love"
But a few of us waited.
We demanded that women be given a voice
In matters of maternity given a choice.
We kill babies by the millions everyday
Then wonder why God doesn't hear when we pray.

We leave our children in stranger's hands
When they reject our values we can't understand.
We're growing older now, what will take place
When we can't keep up with the young running the race?
Will we spend our last days in nursing homes alone,
The same ones to which our own parents have gone
When we decided they were a weight to our style?
Generation of fools, think on this for a while.

Those to whom the lives of others don't rate
Will someday be shocked when hit with the hate
Of the next generation in deepest despair,
Because we thought of ourselves and just didn't care.
What our selfishness may have done to them,
Foolishly thinking we'd have a chance again
To undo the damage in years to come.
If there ever was a generation of fools, we're the one.


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