River runs... So many wonderful thoughts like a stream  on rainy days so fast to its flow The rocky mountains dripping down and  crossing too many roads went through. Still, I am willing to sail with its flow to learn and grow for more. And to where like a river patiently runs to where I was destined to Searching for wisdom to embed upon my mundane heart Seeking for the luminous light to sufficed mine darkest part. Yet one day, I believe my heart will roar its mighty thunder. To your hearts, let me dwell and  speak out my heart's most adequate share. Dreaming of touching everyone's most  extraordinary depth and brings life to many lives To be heard by the world's numbness and senseless sighs... Helen Sarita All rights reserved (c) 10/16/17

Collaboration with Deborah Brooks Langford for our coming book... I Try My mind tries to relinquish my inner state it longs for a place to help me hold my head someplace I won't be tarnished Someplace free from harm... I try not to cry I hang my head and sigh. I need a place for me to encounter A loving place I can reside... I try not to sigh, only smile with heart in hand, I pray so loud Dear Lord, help me be what I used to be Why can't I run and play? I Try oh, the desire to dream again I must know I won't be free of pain. I must try to hug again. Where could this place be found? a day of laughter like a sweet melodic song Where has this place gone? I stand I stand before you, and I try. a smile for you, and I cry all I want to be is what  I use to be I love you all Please try... Please Try to understand love me no matter what life brings I may not be here tomorrow. I don't want to fall apart. I just need you to understa...

For our coming book together with Deborah Brooks Langford! Little Girl Tears Staring down the senselessness feeling her childish ways She was a little girl in a big imperfect world distant toll nagging in these roller coaster years~ Sanguine breezes winding hearts roads that are binding follow the yellow line~ water pours from crying eyes closing her eyes and dreams holding to her brother waiting for the war to end~ one hot summers day the river got a little bit bigger with tears of one little girl hoping things will change ~ Crying many tears from so many years as she grew older through scars of old~ Years passed oh so fast the little girl remembers the tears as she finds love on the hope of an angel wing ~ Little girl dance through life following her heart to find love little girl and her tears grow old~ Don't waste a single day. a lonely night little girl don't waste your life just have faith and allow a little tear~ Debbie Brooks@ Those i...

THANK You, James Cairns for translating Mine and Helen Sarita and Susan Joyner-Stumpf Poem 'DON'T MAKE ME CRY" in  French Deborah et Hélène: Une collaboration d’âmes Tes paroles me font pleurer  Il y avait une fois  C’était toi  Ce n’était pas difficile  C’était beau  Maintenant c’est dur, si lourd  Sans valeur  Et le temps s’arrête Laisse-moi pleurer Laisse-moi sentir Que dois-je faire d’autre Tant que nous continuons Chantant la même chanson? Les paroles me viennent difficilement Je n’arrive plus à écrire  Mais je sais que je peux pleurer  Et je pleurs  Je suis l’être  Que j’ai toujours été Capable d’être Ta meilleure amie  Je suis là pour toi  Ne me laisses pas pleurer... DEBBIE Maintenant je pense Comment puis-je faire  Réapparaître  Ce bel arc-en-ciel Eclatant Et je pense plus fort  Je voudrais que tu passes des journées Eblouissantes  Saches que dans...

Helen Sarita and I are on poem 13. Getting closer to our worldwide book... This write is called "Sea of Love"    I will read this on Facebook Live this week..... Cheers to our future book... Sea of Love We met one day on a sandy white shore. Full of blue waves and pretty white seagulls The sand was so exotic. Exotic as you We walked and walked. Telling sweet romantic stories And singing love songs to each other. We were entirely in love. Enjoying the scenery that was so perfect A tropical beach just for us The time was so right. And so was our love We danced And drank posh wine Looked at each other deeply Never missing a beat. I truly felt you in my heart and soul. You were my lady My love The one I wanted for the rest of my days We had a great time Walked along the beach As the sun was about to set We saw God’s great beauty he created And the beauty of love we created in each other hearts. I knew from that time, love would live in us forever. No...

The Fabric of my life John Kavanagh: I gave to you my heart, my soul. Because I love you, dear. I never questioned right or wrong. For you were always here. So I proposed the marriage vows. I hope you'd be my wife. I told you who you are to me. The fabric of my life Helen Sarita: You are a fine mate of my soul. Loving me without condition You took away my tears of sorrow. With love's one faithful rendition. Come take me, let us be as one. I will love you till the end. Bring me to the wonderland. Where soul mates do descend John Kavanagh: We've seen Heaven in its glory. In many different ways We've both seen hell and some things gory. Whilst together all our day's We have danced and shared in laughter. We've cried tears in times of pain. In the strength of one and other We would do it all again. Helen Sarita: I am filled with Heaven's passion. Blissful in life's joy You're my lust, my dream, my confidence. The owner of my ...

When the right time will be? My pen cries to utter what my heart silently murmurs. Would it cover what my thoughts wished to speak for? Would there be an ending to this abyss of distress  that somehow would change to unity and happiness? Would be the writer's inks have enough power  to transform the dusk into love and light vastness? Nothing impossible...that's the believers are standing for Would the little ink left in our pens show its own essence? Would be the calling of our passion be also a part of uniting nations? Can we speak out not to bash but access to peace? Why can't we pray for every race, culture, and belief? That we aren't here to fight and towards each principle, we do have respect That whenever we talk softly and not harshly, we can mellow down hatreds That it is futile to use our fingers to point out others faults or mistakes Why are we so inclined to side with whom we stand for? It's time to look for the lives of our brethren and not...