ROCKADOCIOUS!!

I had a vision
Mother Earth was crying
For the streams that ran from her

She sat in stillness
There's no denying
Scared of isolation and somber

Somewhere inside
She felt she would dry
If these waters did not slow down

They ran so rapid
Never saying goodbye
And would often make her frown

Then one day awoke
The sun still shining
To ease her being in reason

What once clung to her
Each stream pining
Of past, now has it's season

These bodies of water
Move from her with haste
Once held of prime memories

They flow with desire
They flow with grace
Of false love and apologies

As new life is constant
Rushing to her hands
She no longer wishes to ask why

At night she reads
The stars she understands
In words falling from the sky

Tho deep inside
Wanting what once was
Something to her so familiar

She looks around
She finds her cause
In other parts that are peculiar

Fresh waters await
Surrounded by trees
Forming her places she's never been

Birds chant in song
Of more wondrous dreams
As this Earth breaths in her new winds

Her tears no longer
Fall of sadness
As parts of her separate

She marvels in joy
Lets go in gladness
As parts of her must break

For now she knows
All she holds in stories
As souls roam upon her land

Speaking of her beauty
Triumphs and glories
And why heights of her are so grand


Racquel, Founder
Artist's Square
www.artists-square.com
~A Place Where Artists Go~

 Tears fill halfway in my eyes
As if my soul has abandoned ship
It has not drowned out
Nor has one dropped dripped
It has settled in it's place
Silence it has found
Something deep inside of me
Something that is profound
It is all I have wished for
To fulfill dreams of my heart
I have looked to your eyes
From the very start
As I stand here in awe
I stand here in bliss
I have loved you all along
It is you I've missed
You have sacrificed every penny
To achieve my heart's desires
When things become scrambled
You put out every fire
You push me every morning
To do my very best
You have helped me to be strong
You have been through every test
And what more do I ask for
It cannot be anyone else
You are my only title
Of many books on a shelf
Many times I've wandered
In places not so kind
To know you in me
Is only what I find
It is not in conceit
Nor is it in glory
I am lucky to have you
Lucky to have my story
If only I can take these words
Beyond this very moment
Follow it - Be it - Love it
Show the world I own it
For it is at this very time
Everything feels right
Until I turn from this mirror
And shut off the lights

Racquel, Founder

Artist's Square

www.artists-square.com

~A Place Where Artists Go~

Racquel, Founder

Artist's Square

www.artists-square.com

~A Place Where Artists Go~

Today I wake up in a realistic mind
I am not friends with intent and time
Trapped in thoughts that stifle my dreams
I struggle with supposed and in-between
Shadowed by sorrow to see light in me
Fighting inside to be all I can be
My ghost laughs at my praying hands
As I promise ALL gods to be a man
It hurts inside to look in the mirror
I know this spirit cannot be seen clearer
Who I can be is what I struggle with most
Fighting reflection is fighting my ghost
And that ghost is bound by many chains
Representing my life's many pains
Built of circumstance and mistake
It mocks my hopes for a sure break
To show the world all I have inside
To no longer sit in question and hide
Will I be somewhere I really want
Or will the ghost in me continue to haunt

Racquel, Founder

Artist's Square

www.artists-square.com

~A Place Where Artists Go~

One day, I ran across this strange creature

He was weird, green, and had funny features

He was so much bigger than I could ever be

He was the height of a big forest tree

He spoke words to me I didn’t understand

He had two feet and three fingers on each hand

Not even a bit scary and silly when he talked

He had big eyes and wobbled when he walked

Playing was one thing we both understood

When he was hungry he often ate wood

This made things perfect during dinner time

I hid him in the woods for no one to find

Then one day the trees were almost gone

He ate most of them, I knew this was wrong

So I showed him how to plant a new tree

For every one he ate, he would plant three

Day in and out, we played and worked together

He planted more trees when we had bad weather

His new home was growing green like him

He often ended his nights with a grin

Happy were the days in his new planet

He was cozy and stayed around for a bit

Racquel Cruz, Founder

Artist's Square

www.artists-square.com

~A Place Where Artists Go~