Magic of massage

Sometimes we take a pill.
Sometimes we take a nap.
But there is simple gift -
The magic of massage.

The magic of a touch,
Amazing healing motion.
Relive from stressful day,
And negative emotions.

Before we learned to speak,
Our mothers hugged us sweet.
It's language of the Gods.
We get it, no buts.

To be a part of this
We should be grateful with
The diligence and skill,
Great attitude and will.

To heal, we touch a body.
Next step - to touch a soul.
So, lets start from the Matter,
To heal ourselves as whole.

-Russell Grushco

Aromatherapy Massage

Soothing music playing
Essential oils
Gently applied to my skin
So relaxing
Total escape from reality

-Jan Allison

Where are thou

Here I sit aching back
Wondering where my spine is at
I hear it crack
I feel it creak
My muscles howl in protest
Here I sit aching back
Wondering where my spine is it
It must be here
It sends me messages
I wish it would send me a massage instead.

The Perfect Friend

Today I found a friend
Who knew everything I felt
She knew my weakness
And the problems I’ve been dealt.
She understood my wonders
And listened to my dreams,
She listened to how I felt about life and love
And knew what it all means.
Not once did she interrupt me
Or tell me I was wrong
She understood what I was going through
And promised she'd stay long.
I reached out to this friend,
To show her that I care
To pull her close and let her know
How much I need her there.
I went to hold her hand
To pull her a bit nearer
And I realized this perfect friend I found
Was nothing but a mirror

-Shannen Wrass

Stand By Me

Whether I'm right, whether I'm wrong,
You stand by me, so easy to find,
like the repeating words of a song,
always right here on my mind.

Daylight shines and again, I see your face,
night comes near and still you stand by,
forever, with arms awaiting an embrace,
even if stones were falling from the sky.

You're feet never tire, they never ache,
as you stand by me for endless years,
steady and strong, even if the ground should quake,
now I have a reason to never shed tears.

That ocean was deep, but you pulled me through,
and saved a life that was sinking fast,
you just stand by me and I'm no longer blue,
a feeling that I want to ever last.

Because, my friend, you are so ideal,
with promises that stay unbroken,
I often wonder, how can you be real?,
a question that will go unspoken.

Whether I'm right, whether I'm wrong,
you stand by me, so easy to find,
like the repeating words of a song,
always right here on my mind.

- Kelly Deschler