Throughout life friends come into our lives. Sometimes for a reason, sometimes not, then they are gone. But true friends are like angels, We don’t really know where they came from and they have no intention of ever leaving. True friends just know and are always.
Forgivness: 1) a person has to be sorry and tell you so, to be forgiven. 2) When people we trusted and belived in, turn on us and turn others aginst us, and never apologize, they are not intrested in being forgiven, they just want to hurt you; and they do. 3) the only thing you can do is ignor it, but you know it still hurts. God says ask to be forgiven for even one thing, and he will forgive you for all things, even the things you didn’t know were hurtful to him, but you must repent (stop the hurtful behavior). So u can’t forgive someone who isn’t asking to be forgiven or truly sorry for hurting you. You can only ignor them and hope they will go away.
Without you: the sun doesn’t shine the same, it can’t break through all the pain and all the rain. The grass doesn’t seem as green, the beauty of the flowers and trees, I can only see in my dream; when I am with you. The stars in the sky also, just don’t seem to shine as bright, nothing in the world to me is right.
I can’t seem to smile and I seem to have lost all my style. My hearts rhythm is not the same, without you, there is just, too much pain. I see Dark clouds are rolling in, looks like rain that may never end. You see, the rain hides my pain, until we can be, together again.
So in an ocean of tears I will wait, until destiny brings us to our fate.
Copy right (c) Tim Dominique 2011
From the heart of a Writer
I sat tonight thinking of the rides I have been on, the charity runs, friends and exes that have come in and out of my life. I thought of all the good times we had, and the bad ones too, but it all seems so far behind me now. The memories have become vague, like it all happened in another lifetime and I am having ghost memories of that past life. I have gone from changing to changed, from growing, to have become who I truly am; that is, I am woundering how I should work these memories and emotionsthis into my stories.
I think there are times in most people’s lives, when we feel a spiritual awareness that causes us to look back at the road or roads we have been traveling on, and then recall the journey that has taken us to where we are.
We feel an emotional tug as we remember people, who have come in and out of our lives and events that have molded us into who we have become. As I reflected on these events, what I was and who I am, I realized that I have evolved and am growing spiritually, as a write, as a Christian and as a person.
I am not talking about a religious experience, but spiritual awareness and its affect on all of us. When we become aware, we ask questions that cause us to decide if we are on the right path or need to merge.
Is It time to put old things away and embrace the something new? For me, It is time to become who I am, who I have always been; one who sees life as a story that wants to be told. Furthermore, I am Someone who is spiritually aware and sees heaven and earth from the viewpoint of an angel, a dreamer, a writer, a believer, a lover and a poet. Moreover, I am one who observes life through inspiration that shows me how I can put the experiences and picture I see, take and feel, onto a sheet of paper.
What words will I use to bring my characters to life? Should I change the landscape or leave it? How should I weave it all together? My worlds are a series of words that create pictures and characters blending into worlds that are both real and make believe.
My world is the world of a poet and a writer; a world of both reality and imagination. In my world of reality, I can get on my bike, and ride the same paths and roads, over and over, or I can put my pen to paper and create highways and byways, landscapes and scenery, people and places that take my readers on adventures only my pages can take them. For many readers, I believe these pages are their only solace and escape from reality they have. My stories take them places beyond their own existence. Where for a short time each day, they can lose themselves in my worlds of: love, peace, angels, romance, adventure, hope, heaven and earth, hate, fear, loss, life, death, and places beyond imagination.
I will keep you at the edge of your seat; I will keep you thinking all day what is going to happen next. You will laugh and you will cry. I will immerse and weave you into my stories, my dreams, my worlds, worlds that can only come from the heart of a writer.
Copywrite (c) Tim Dominique 2011
Angels on the Beach
Under the soft glow of the full moon’s light, our angel’s land to rest their wings after their flight. They’re on a beach of pure white sand, watching the waves crash down as gently as they can. Our angel’s the tide is trying to reach, and the wind wrestle with the leaves as it makes its way through the trees. The sounds they hear upon the land, are shattered by the waves crashing gently onto the sand. The world around them is at perfect peace, as our angels make love, for the first time ever, upon the pure white sand of this moonlit beach.