Hands of Time

Early morning 

I rise 

hesitant

To Greet my 

Sorrows of

Yesterday's tragedy

Overwhelmed

Praying it

Will dissipate

Into the air

As I Drink my 

Coffee in the 

Dark

My emotions

SCREAMS

Out loud

I have lost

My love

My Painted canvas

Of peace

On the screen

You have become

My favorite movie

Recorded memories

Torn apart

I ache

My soul cries 

Heart broken

Guess I reap

What I don't 

Know

If I could 

only turn back the 

Hands of time

Deborah R. Shaw

The Silent Stalker

Home

Home

I have found many places to lay
I know but many places to play
I see many great places to pray
I have lived in many places
The castle to the shack
As I move on I look back
I have slept in many a house
some with windows and some without
Some were average and some well-known
Some were white, while others were black
Some were mixed in all in between
Others were tall, many are small and lean
Many are rented some are owned out of all of these houses

 I made your heart my home.

Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker

Love Note 1:07pm

Love Note 1:07pm

Today I just want to say I love you.  No added sugar to sweeten it up. No preservatives to sustain it. Just a I love you. This I can say with certainty. There is no doubt of a fantasy. No dreams of delusion. I love you.
I will be basking in this joyously delight which is you.
Today my love for you is forever today.
My life began when I met you.
Love
Deborah

Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
(c) 2014