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Posted: 14th February 2013 by Tim Rhoades in Love Poems
Tags: Love, Marriage, Reflection, Taking Time, The Voice of the Soul

When you’re not around,
When you’re nowhere near,
When I can’t hear your voices sound,
This is when I know true fear.

When I can’t seem to find you,
When you’ve gone far away,
I don’t know what to do,
It seems I’ve lost my way.

Without you here inside our home,
I’m always looking for something new,
I have to keep myself busy,
Or I get lost thinking of you.

At night I wake up in fear.
In my dream I see you with another,
This is when I need you here,
To tell me there is no other.

If I could have my way,
You would be all of my time,
Not this patchwork of my day,
Like breezed clothes touching on the line.

I heard you cry out the other day,
But when I knocked no one was home,
I called a few times, sent a letter,
And checked for a key under the stone.

I know you’re somewhere near,
Occasionally I hear you shout,
But there’s only static coming in,
When I ask what it’s about.

It seems there’s something chasing you,
That you’ve set upon yourself,
It keeps you running away from me,
And your dreams of love and wealth.

So I’ll just sit here on your porch,
Passing time and sipping tea,
Waiting for you to quit running,
And come back home to me.

I’ve brought you all you’ve asked for,
Just like I said I would.
So why’d you wander off to find it,
Instead of believing that I could?

Oh, please do understand,
You’ve neither offended nor trespassed,
You see I like this summer breeze,
And I’ve no bus or train to catch.

I just wanted to let you know,
I’ll be here when you’re ready,
Keeping the home front safe,
And the fire burning steady.

– Life

Posted: 30th June 2009 by Timothy A. Rhoades in Thought Provoking
Tags: Philosophical, Questioning, Reflection, The Voice of the Soul

Sitting in my life,
And looking through these eyes,
I try to understand,
Just what is truth and what is lies.

But this question is hard to phrase,
Since the line seems to be,
Based mostly in perception,
And the opinion of what we see.

Can there be a single truth,
To who or what I am?
Is there more to living,
Then simply knowing that I can?

The teachers of the past,
Have tried to guide us as they could,
Very few lessons though,
The test of time withstood.

They come to us in fragments,
Here and there along our path,
Some based only in feelings,
Others in science and math.

And so we choose our side,
Although we may not know,
And begin to lead our lives,
Based in our decisions flow.

Yet we can go against this flow,
As the world and we have seen,
And choose to question in ourselves,
Our very visions and our dreams.

Could there be more out there,
Than even we can perceive,
A bridge between faith and reason,
That gives us a commonality to believe.

A realization that each of us,
Asks the same questions of why,
A common ground to start from,
As we stare beyond the sky.