Rayvins Cards: October 2007

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Our First Kiss

Our First Kiss

It was on a day much like this,
When we had our first kiss,
The passion in our embrace,
Too hot for such a public place,

A burning passion from deep down inside,
Deep in our hearts where only love can reside,
The sweet memories from a heart so true,
I freely gave my love to you.

Now as the years go by,
I can’t help but wonder why,
In my haste to run away,
Didn’t I remember this day.

Too many years ago,
You didn’t let me know,
That I was the one for you,
That you also felt a love that was true.

It seems like a lifetime has passed us by,
And always I ask the question why,
Maybe it wasn’t meant to be,
Would god be so cruel as to take you from me.

How could I have let you go,
When deep in my heart I loved you so,
Now that love can never be,
Because now I love another, you see.

June 27, 2007
Veila Powell

Help Me Hold On

.Help Me Hold On

I cry myself to sleep most nights it seems.
Some days I want to hurry things along.
In my mind I can’t justify the means.
Because in my heart I know that it is wrong.

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You’d think it could be done with ease.
It’s as easy as pulling a trigger or popping a pill.
But then you think of those that it would not please.
And for the hundredth time you lose your will.

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Why does the mind tease us with these little plans.
Then snatch them away just as we reach out.
I can only think that it’s my Gods guiding hands.
He’s saying to me that my time it is not.

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So on I go with life’s designs.
Trying my best to stay on life’s pathway.
Even though at times I cannot read the signs.
I know that he will show me the way.

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It is hard not to be tempted by all the bad I see.
But I vow this day that Satan will not win.
If God can give his only son for me.
The least I can do is show that I have him within.

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I don’t know how and I don’t know why.
I can’t say when it will happen.
I only know that someday I will die.
I know that my God will come for me then.

Veila J. Powell
Copyright ã1994

The Beast Within

The Beast Within

As I sit here alone a feeling of doom comes over me,
Its nothing tangible, nothing that I can see,
I can hear the wolves in the distance howl through my window,
The thought comes over me that the beast is going to show.

I know it’s useless to run and hide,
The beast that’s coming will be from inside,
Its sole purpose and intent is to destroy,
Nothing can defeat it, not a good deed or secret ploy.

I sit here and whimper in pain,
I can see no advantage to gain,
I have tried everything that I know,
But still the beast continues to show.

What did I ever do in my life to deserve this hateful thing,
What curse did some enemy put upon me to bring such pain,
Something so hideous it only comes in the night,
To cowardly to show itself in the daylight.

I hear the wolves in the distance and I can tell they know,
The beast is neither their enemy nor foe
The beast is an awesomely evil thing with no cure,
It will feed tonight, on what I cannot be sure,

He will taunt me until I am terrified I must confess,
And then will sit and laugh at my distress,
Please tell me my friend what shall I do,
I’m at my wits end and have no clue.

The danger to me comes from within,
Is it punishment for some misdeed or past sin,
All I can do is sit and watch as it grows,
What it can and will do lord only knows.

Veila Powell

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

What If

What If

What if I gave you the stars and the moon?
What if I were a king among men?
Would you love me then?
If not, then when?

What if I asked you a thousand times a day to be my wife?
What if I said I love you more than life?
Would you love me then?
If not, then when?

What if I gave you diamonds and jewels?
What if I gave you rare pearls?
Would you love me then?
If not, then when?

What if I told you, you are my hearts desire?
What if I told you, without you there is no fire?
Would you love me then?
If not, then when?

What if I told you I could never give my heart to anyone new?
What if I told you my heart only belongs to you?
Would you love me then?
If not, then when?

Copyright ã 2001
Veila J. Powell

Inside of Me

Inside of Me

I want people to see,
The things that are inside of me,
A heart that hurts and bleeds,
When it’s not given what it needs.

If you would take just a minute to look,
Don’t just see the cover of this book,
You may just find,
We are two of a kind.

A kind word spoken,
A promise never broken,
A warm gentle embrace,
My Lords loving grace.

My loyalty to a friend,
A strong shoulder to lend,
An attentive listening ear,
So that all of those troubles I can hear.

A smile from the heart,
A joke that will rip your sides apart,
An easy laughter to put anyone at ease,
A willingness to please.

A special place to share,
For a friend that needs the care,
Always a hug and arms wide open,
To heal a heart that’s broken.

If you care to look inside of me,
These are things you will see,
But if you only look at the outer skin,
You’ll never see the beauty within.

Veila J. Powell
Copyright Ó 2005

Silent Wings

Silent Wings

I knew God had sent down one of his angels,
You cared for me like no one I’ve ever known before,
I think you love me but at times I can’t be sure,
Then you came to me on silent wings.

When I’ve needed you, you were always there,
Do I see you? Almost everywhere,
I see you in all of my dreams,
When you come to me on silent wings.

When I talk to you I know I’m lost,
My heart and soul is what it cost,
Only with you my heart sings.
When you come to me on silent wings.

Somewhere along the way I’ve lost you,
I need you with me, tell me what to do,
Only you can pull on my heartstrings,
When you come to me on silent wings.

Copyright ã 2001
Veila J. Powell

Soul to Bare

Soul to Bare

I would like to say that my life has been full of you,
But we’re apart and it wouldn’t be true.
With you my entire life I would share,
All I need is a simple gesture to show you care.

You say give you time to know if it’s real,
How can you not know how we feel.
My god we’ve known each other since eighth grade,
How can you question the love we’ve made.

Sometimes I ask myself is it really worth it,
Maybe I should give up, just quit.
But then, no I say,
Soon will come the day.

To you my heart belongs
The day is near to right the wrong
And when it comes time for my soul to bare,
I know that you will still be there.

Copyright ã 2000
Veila J. Powell