This is my second book, “Heart Paths”, I self published just a week after my first book, “HeartStones”. It like my first book could have used more editing. I guess it is true what they say about getting better the more you try.
Heart Paths
I am going to be coping from my poem, “Strings”
There are places, people, and things
They will bring out great happiness or complicated things
When you are caught up with any of them, as we sometimes do
They will greatly impact you.
It is strings that we hold to places, people, or things
That make us into who we are and sometimes what makes us sing
They can also make us weep, confused, or depressed.
That is how you know you once enjoyed things at their best.
Suddenly though, for no reason or rhyme
You find them gone or not worth your time.
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This book was my first self published book. It probably contains some grammatical errors or possibly mis-spellings. It was finished and published in 2 days. I hurried into it all I already had my poems, because I wrote them almost daily on my Facebook, to share with my friends and family on the social network.
I wish I had of included pictures and my quotes, but I did finally do that on my third book, “Heart Songs”. Yes, there is a pattern to my poetry books, it would be “Heart”. I write from my heart so I thought it appropriate to include it in my books. I have no real organized method in this book . Just poems that I wrote. I wish I had the fortitude to had made different topics with which to place my different types of poems in, but I didn’t.
So if you want a book that has poems written from my heart, this is good for that.
Heart Stones
Below I will share a poem entitled, “AS”.
As I had already knew
That nothing would change my shade of blue.
It was a color I was very familiar with
A common in my life ever since being a Smith.
My goals were simple back in the day
It was to be a singer up on a stage,
To be applauded for a song
Not knowing it was in my personal life, I needed applause all along.
As I dreamed of being a nurse
I wanted to help others who had it worse never felt that I couldn’t brighten someone’s day.
But often I wanted to cheer people up with words I could say
See, helping someone made my own problems fade
But unfortunately, it just took my mind off of them, they never really went away.
As life has a way of makings things seem so heavy and hard
Our hopes dreams, and aspirations get marred
Things that mattered once now fall on stony ground
They cannot recoup, nor any abundance be found
Sadly, they die and disappear
Nothing can grow there, sometimes for many years
As if that was that
It comes and leaves from where it is at
No rhyme nor reason
No hope, no change of the season
Nothing but despair
That is all that is left all too often there
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All that she was before and all she ever hoped to be was like a color that stays out in the sun to long, she faded over time.
Her fade was gradual and hardly noticeable but she caught glimpses each day she looked at herself, really looked at herself.
She liked to tell people who time and circumstances, people and life hadn’t changed her any, but it had.
Where she once had such a funny nature, and a little more naïve trust, now that seemed to be turned into dust. She just lost her sense of hope in all that she left behind.
Her aspirations of a better time, a better standing in life, was just one day dismissed. It is like she finally saw things around her for what they were.
Maybe it was from all the criticism that she seemed to get, or maybe it was the lack of effort people gave her.
Really it was too hard to pinpoint just when and where it all started to decline.
Maybe it had been when she was small, her first trust in someone was broken. Her battle that lay ahead of her in those days had never left her. Her ability to truly believe that one human could actually mean what they portray, what they said they would be.
When life hardens you, takes the rug out from underneath you, things change.
It is a slow fade, one that keeps you in a false sense of control. You see things in all your relationships with people. You find yourself with someone who genuinely cares about your well-being but you dismiss it to be an act of convenience. You fail to see what it is or how in-depth it really has become.
No one wants to find thunder and storms while following a rainbow! Sometimes though, that can happen. You have to really see things for what they are. You have to try really hard to see through the exterior of things or people and take the good with the bad, but never settle for less than normal.
When life is difficult or you have really struggled, you lose hope and your sense of wonder. You lose the “who” you can be to the “who” you have become. They both fight constantly in your soul and heart and mind. There will be one that survives, make it the better one.
She never knew how to harness all that pain and let downs she received. Like a stain on a shirt, it faded, but it is still there. Maybe one day when life gets so uncomplicated and she can focus on her own self above others, she will be able to fix it, or simply get another “shirt to wear.”
Sometimes it takes a whole new outlook and state of mind to see the impossible. or the things we need to realize.
She knew that people truly meant somethings they say, but she still kept doubt in the back of her mind.
“Is it possible for someone to love me”, she often said to herself.
Her answer was always, “We will see.”
Fading away…she still goes through each day, always trying to believe that someone could love somebody like her.
Some people say my love cannot be true
Please believe me, my love, and I’ll show you
I will give you those things you thought unreal
The sun, the moon, the stars all bear my seal
Oh yeah
Follow me now and you will not regret
Leaving the life you led before we met
You are the first to have this love of mine
Forever with me ’till the end of time
Your love for me has just got to be real
Before you know the way I’m going to feel
I’m going to feel
I’m going to feel
Oh yeah
Now I have you with me, under my power
Our love grows stronger now with every hour
Look into my eyes, you’ll see who I am
My name is Lucifer, please take my hand
Oh yeah
Follow me now and you will not regret
Leaving the life you led before we met
You are the first to have this love of mine
Forever with me ’till the end of time
Your love for me has just got to be real
Before you know the way I’m going to feel
I’m going to feel
I’m going to feel
Oh yeah
Now I have you with me, under my power
Our love grows stronger now with every hour
Look into my eyes, you’ll see who I am
My name is Lucifer, please take my hand
Well now, this song pretty much lets you know what it is about. I personally have never listened to it, till now. I do not much care for it, but I am sharing it.
To me it talks of the master of deceit, Satan, aka Lucifier. He will lead you to think things are great in your life but you won’t know any different till it is too late.
This song is definitely up for your own interpretation. Take a listen and you decide.
Things are not always as they seem to be, look closer! MwsR ❤
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