User:Ericwwheeler/Eric W Wheeler

I’m a Motivational Speaker, Network Marketer, Writer, and Mentor for MLM Relationships

Born in Austin TX, currently living in San Marcos, TX.

Original works of poetry:

RIPPLES

Unfettered by the moonlight

My thoughts waltz as a ballroom

Everyone's in the evening's finest

Corsette to cumber bun and tie

Shiny dreams remember her eyes

Like the solstice festival

On a harvest moon backdrop

The minstrels performed memories

Unfettered by the grey sky

The shoots of spring remain

Wet and wanting as a lover

The joy of passions rend

These feelings left the dam

And flooded my fertile soul

Adjusting for the balance

A rock rippling moonlight pond

A.W.

I stared down at the black glass

The bared tree hadn't died

Though she had, shattered windshield

With a black glass imprint on the soul

I stared down at the white cross

Dead in the memory of the wreath

At some point we make a stand

At some point we hold our ground

We write of our sunshine

We talk of the life that passes by

We talk of the tears, and pain, and why

Why is there an image married

Married, entwined with this wreath?

Her emotion exhales with this cross

Exhales with her parent's hopes

With no spot made too soon in heaven

No spot made too soon to light heaven

And no matter where angels' wings fly

No ocean depth or morning sky

This glass and cross and wreath

Light a perfect bridge into heaven

WITHER

My petals wither as the sun fades

Into the Moorish darkness of mind

A mushroom grows amongst the bugs

The dark shapes proffer their wares

Glass heroes beckon the call, Leviathan

Under the rotting logs and leaves

Still as the headlight deer, I await

The impact of scenes I want forgotten

But not at the cost of the corpses

That haunt me like wraiths at happiness

During my playgrounds of potential success

On the swing set I see the landscape

Not in the eyes of spirituous joy

But focus instead on the cigarette ends

And the cell phone saying,

“Don't mess with my lick, dog”

There is no game, dog, life is not a game

Everything I did nourishes what grows inside

And when that dark cavernous place

Burned out and I stood among the ashes

No horror more profound could have gripped

No movement of earth or ocean could have

Ever matched the yearning to bloom once again

I made a challenge, that for enough light

For, God help me, just enough light I'd continue

Through verse and dark dreams, through life

And what seems best, yet mostly different

That I'd know the force that moves mountains

I'd know the power to move the ocean's dream

That I'd continue to grow and not wither and die

IN ONE ANOTHER

I remember more about life and love At the death of another friend More of what was said and done More of the arguments and fights The resolution of which, made us close

I remember more about the quirks Their habits, what they liked and not More about the laughter and nonsense More about all of the timeless moments Moments when the universe stood still

I remember more about the love of life About the things we face or don't About what we believe to be important About believing the God deep inside About knowing that God in one another