Helen C Capan
Biography of Helen C Capan
Singer/songwriter, author, publisher, and speaker, Helen captures the essence of love and freedom which are both keys to expansion and growth. Anyone who has had experience with love addiction, alcoholism, or dependency of any sort would hear the messages at the core of Helen's works.
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Helen C Capan's Works:
Heart Matters: A Special Collection of Poems by Helen C. Capan, Virginia Pines Press 2005
Helen C Capan Poems
If I Could Write A Song For You
If I could write a song for you, I’d fill it full of fluff and fun.
Your palm rests only upon my cheek As salve upon my heart runs deep. Your fingers run just through my hair, Yet yearnings arise to keep them there.
The Muddy Path
The path I walk is a muddy one, Far from the congested highway, Without green signs and the flashing lights, It’s charm lies within its few stones.
The Place Where We Met
The swells of my heart Rise up to the God Of the heavens Who reached down to me,
Phone And Phone
On the corner of Phone and Phone I stand Wond’ring: does help live at the other end? With nowhere to turn and no dime to spend, I guess I have fences I need to mend.
The Master’s Touch
a song of testimony and invitation It wasn’t until I needed so much, It wasn’t until I fell,
My Heart's A Fast Talker
My heart’s a fast talker When it comes to my guy. So I sit and do listen To it’s uncanny replies
At War With Love (But I’m Losin’ Ground)
The battle’s ragin’; The campaigns are many. My mind’s honed steel, But my heart’s a traitor.
Day Of Deliverance
Blinded by gin and haunted by night Demons torment his terrible plight. Reproach of most people his fare for the day; The war with the bottle is hopeless to fight.
White clouds are beautiful; Gray is hard to bear. Dark clouds are menacing; But gray, well,
The Diamond's Gleam
There must be more than ten thousand words From which to choose my song But because of who you are my dear My song is not real long.
A flame has been kindled Again in my heart That had ceased to believe That lovers don’t part.
Of money, credit, or coin for giving, getting, or guarding evaluate the Coldness of the heart.
How Do We Get There From Here?
a song for Mama The sun's early rays awakened her eyes;
You Against Me
You against me in long-held embrace;
you against me, raindrops on your face;
you against me, it’s my heart’s hiding place.
And all I remember is you against me.
You wanted to talk with me that night,
but I let you leave without sharing a word,
Yet know that wasn’t my plan.
Your song broke my heart when I realized