My writings Inspired by The Man
The Aura of Kalan
For one so Young, Shy and Humble
He has certainly made us Rumble
From screaming teenage girls
To ladies reclaiming the girl inside
How Beautiful is God's Gift the Aura of Kalan
A gift that has been given to us all
Some have said, "Kalan has caused a revisit to their Faith"
Some are in a State.
For One so Young, Shy and Humble
On the stage Kalan was "Born to be Wild"
Then transforms to an Angel with eyes cast upwards to God, for he "Can only Imagine"
The Aura of Kalan is Inspiration!
Thank you God!
by Sheila L
Oct 2004
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Music of the Soul
Slowly and with a everlasting glance
Those we see are they really here at last.
Did we do the Tango or fade into a trance.
Was I here or was that in the past!
Music of the Soul
Was that a Whisper or a Scream
Do I dream or revisit a memory
How can all this seem so real.
Mountains and Forests Majestic as they stand.
Haunted by all the Past and Present.
Did we meet or did we simple land.
Was it the smell or the touch magical sent.
Music of the Soul
Was that a Whisper or a Scream
Do I dream or revisit a memory
How can all this seem so real.
Deja vu is my master or my mentor
Recalling the Hopes and Dreams.
Tears real from a Spirits Center
Wise is the River and Streams.
Music of the Soul
Was that a Whisper or a Scream
Do I dream or revisit a memory
How can all this seem so real.
By Sheila Lindstrom (B & H)
Calgary, Ab
09 02 05
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My Renaissance Dream
Like an Angels Whisper that forever changed my soul.
His smile so sweetly spent.
A voice that reaches the heart with a feathers touch!!!
Eyes of blue, that could forever make you a fool!!!!
Oh my Renaissance Dream
Standing Tall and Proud!
To feel the caress on my brow.
Long Strong Fingers upon the strings.
Oh to feel such things!!!
Hungry eyes full of Passion
Tousled Mane of Wind Swept Curls
Head tilted back in such a Fashion
One step forward two steps back
He is the Music from so long ago!
Oh my Renaissance Dream
Standing Tall and Proud!
To feel the caress on my brow.
Long Strong Fingers upon the strings.
Oh to feel such things!!!
A wrinkle of his nose, a purse of his lips
A crooked smile given, followed by
Passionately Gazing to the Music so long ago.
Oh my Renaissance Dream
Standing Tall and Proud!
To feel the caress on my brow.
Long Strong Fingers upon the strings.
Oh to feel such things!!!
by Sheila L (B&H)
09 07 05
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The Solitude
Everyday we are faced with the Cold and Cunning.
Concrete Jungles which block the sun from coming.
Oh but a Face, a Voice not seen nor heard
Walking, Running, Spinning, Racing all but a blurr.
What is to understand...homeless, hunger and heart ache.
These go unanswered all the matters is more for faceless Jake.
Human feeling are not of value. Neither is loyality ...Just all fake.
See the faceless smiles on the concrete mile.
So many bodies going by.
With missing souls of dreams undone.
But One walks forward, unknown to them.
Full of Dreams and Musics Light.
Too feel the Spirit of Musics Light.
A ray of Hope and Healing which fills the Heart.
Longing for the warmth of the Sun and to find those Starry nights.
The solitude now fading because of the One that walks unknown to them.
by Sheila L
Sept 22, 2006
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