Category: Poems

Endless Love

When others know how to share love with one another

There sometimes is a  trail that leads back to their mother.

I know you think it is silly, absurd or extreme

But I am telling you that can be the joining “seam”.

If you are lucky enough to see your mother’s ways

If she has led you to some of your brightest days

Then there is the “seam’ that all other relationships come from.

 

Just think for a minute, second, or a while

Of all your childhood and what brought you your smiles.

I bet your mom was in there among those things you thought about

That is if you aren’t one of the ones whose heart was left out.

If your mom wasn’t there it certainly left its mark

I know this personally in my  own life’s journey, I’ve had to embark.

 

My trail though was made despite all of this

I made my own life in the shadows of all that I  had wished.

I found me a love from a select chosen few

I call them my family, and I still feel like I’ve been rescued.

No nothing is perfect, seldom it really is

Endless love, it’s possible, either way I guess.

 

 

 

Where does one go?

Feeling the stresses of the tasks at hand

Nothing really makes sense in the terrible land

Trying to stay compassionate, yet whole some how

 All this has your head in a doubt filled cloud.

Gone are the days of tranquility and rest

You sometimes see no way out of this mess.

Why does everything get sidetracked?

Especially the things that matter, when they do they are under attack.

The world won’t get better for any of us unless,

WE adapt to the changes , especially when we are distressed.

Where does one go when there is very little hope?

You’ve seen people with that and some wind up on dope.

It is a give and take life.

You give some, you take some and deal with good days, and ones with strife.

No one has a blueprint, although some wish there to be

So, I just have to start this thing, and it has to start within me.

So if you are down, and you are asking where should you go,

Look in your inner self and then you will know.

King of Nothing(my daughter made)

This is the King of Nothing
He isn't very bright
He has two screws inside his skull, that makes him look a fright.
He has a razor blade where once his eye did go
Although no one told me this it's something I should already know
Even when you change the light surrounding him, hardly anything changes
He has "blood" spots on his crown and ribbon
I wonder if whoever did that to him was forgiven.
Beads adorn his chin bone where once he could smile
He won't be doing any smiling for a while.
He is King of Nothing as you could surmise yourself
So for now I will just make him KING of my shelf.

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Heart Moon

There’s a moon in my heart.

It only comes out in times of dark.

You’ll never hear it remark

For it has no words.

Shining yet a shadow over feelings and thoughts.
The purpose of it is quite simple
It is to give new definition

Give a different perspective.

Like all moons it can be seen, not taken
And felt by only its maker.

Without it my heart would have stayed black.

 You could say without it I’d never had made it back..

I’m grateful for my heart moon.An evidence of change..

Shattered(after the abuse)

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When everything is said and done,
When with the loss of love, you start to rhyme.
Some gentle wisps of independence
A special kind of penance,
A choice you can make finally on your own
Despite the fact you left your home.
Wondering is for those who appear lost,
Yet, you find a place, despite the cost.
Breathless your decisions are made
Hoping not to lose it all.
Struggling, foraging, pushing back the opposition
But leaning, when needed, to whatever or whoever it be.
Everyone needs a moment, some time
Even if that somebody is me.
At the end of each separate struggle there will be some peace
Knowing in your heart of hearts, even though you have shattered,
You ultimately, did MATTER.

Insignificant

Like a storm from out of nowhere
Drifting away like a dream or stare.
More scattered than the grains of sand
But finding common ground to stand.
Troubles thicker than molasses
Smears that collect upon the glasses.
Too much sometimes
Too little I find.
Promises that prick you like roses
People that will leave you in droves.
Lies without guilt
Steamy words from upon their lips.
I’m insignificant
Though I feel transparent.
Walking always, somewhere
But heading nowhere.
Jokes are about me
But I’m not laughing, you see.
Thoughts are for the things that matter
Not for hearts to shatter.
But can’t make it go
Can’t, you know?
Life and love intertangle
Circumstance and perhaps, all dangle.
Forward just one time
Backwards, when it tries to unwind.
Feelings…friends…words…and thoughts
MwsR

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In blue I can see…

In Blue I Can See

Forbearance has always been a part of my life
Enough that I can wear it like a second skin.
There is so much that I don’t share
Simply because there is no one who really cares.
Oh, they say they do
But when they find something they don’t like or want
They waltz back out of my life the way they came in.
There is a part of me that wants acceptance
That same part though, never ventures to.
It feels like I stab my own self
Over and over to make myself hurt.
I know that sounds absurd.
But truthfully, I can say it is true.
Nothing hurts more than wanting to be something you are not.
No magic pill to take and make it happen
No individual who can fix you.
In blue I can see, I can feel.
I know that color and feeling oh so well.
How can something that seems so beautiful to some
Make me want to cry?
When the things I cannot bear anymore
Brings me to my knees
That is when I truly feel.
If I were happy I would not see,
I could not fix what is broken in me.
But seeing in blue
I can focus on what I should do
What I should be
In blue I can see, the real me.

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