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I’ve by MwsR

I’ve worked all these last years,

Sometimes with gladness and sometimes, through the tears.

I’ve accomplished things I never really considered accomplishments

Wore pretty much what I felt most comfortable in, without a lot of embellishments.

I’ve visited my back yard with anticipation of the things I have worked to grow

Not much in way of perfection , but I am the only one who seems to know.

I’ve graduated from a local college, trying to better my education

Alas, that changed nothing in my life, except my inner attention.

I’ve walked to get fit, many times before

But it’s nothing like walking your personal life’s floor.

I’ve asked for forgiveness in many ways

Tried even sometimes, to correct my mistakes.

I’ve loved many, yet not many has really loved me

I must be broken somewhere, you see.

I’ve done things I have not been proud that I did

Sometimes, more than not, I took a gambling bid.

I’ve been me more than I can count in my head

Wished to live more times than I wished to be dead.

I’ve entered adulthood, yet still want to be young

Like a newly planted bulb that wants to be sprung.

I’ve wrote many of my feelings for others to read

Sometimes, it amazes me, when I take a look to see.

I’ve been down and disheartened

Bruised and let go of, and sometimes pardoned.

I’ve done, lived, laughed, begged, and cried,

This is my feelings in a poem, I tried.

Poem

A Bunch of If’s
by MwsR

If you can look behind yourself and see no pain
If you can keep a smile even when things stay the same
If you can breathe without complication
Or fix whatever is your problem
If you can see the joy in mundane things
If you can work without any constraints
If you feel empathy for your neighbor
If you can get paid for all your labor
If days come in and they are easy
Then you won’t feel measly
If you can trust without worry
Despite the things that make other people scurry
If tomorrow is awaited with anticipation
Then you can rest easy without hesitation
If your heart is full of peace and love
You will not fall when the push comes to shove
If liars cannot blemish your character,
Then you are special, that’s an important factor
If this poem makes you stop and pause
Then it has served its cause.

Poem

Visit by MwsR

There is a place whether in a dream or in life
That you can imagine yourself being in, and leaving behind all the strife.
That place is a resting place for your soul and mind.
It is one that no one but you can find.
When shadows try to take your sun away
You can revisit this place and for a while stay.

A place for comfort, reflection, and rest
This place is simply the best.
Everyone has their own place like this
There is no challenge there, at least not in this.
Visit this place when you need to
Go there when you can, I plead.

When you get ready to pack
Take only what you need to come back.
Leave behind all the negativity and pain
Because with those things life surely will seem the same.
Revisit if and when you can
There your strength will help you stand.

Poem

UPSIDE Down Grin,
MwsR

Seems the world won’t stop turning
Despite the various places where things seem to just drown.
The place where you can’t see but wish to have an upside-down frown.
Constant grief, and disappointment
Nothing certain for sure, no commitment.
For some, despite their best effort their heart stays torn.
Underneath the Hubble, they have just doubt to keep them warm.
Chained to a burden so huge it can’t be moved…
Yet desperately they seek that very thing, to defuse.
How does one unchain their grief and pain?
Do they have to stumble so often and there remain?
Often time we visualize our paths in life,
But how quickly it passes when it crashes into your heart like a knife.
Embarking they find themselves, yet again,
Unto the very things that took such a tragic, solidified end.
The charm of life is in that one or two moments you feel whole again
If that’s even possible without the right side up a grin.

Alright by MwsR

Life is like a thief to our souls

It pretends to offer us a million chances, a million dreams

But it is never really that way, or so it seems.

Life is so complicated,

Not by choice but rather by right

Some have a whole year, some have only a night.

Who is to say who deserves this or deserves that,

Why must it be this array?

Has everyone not came into the world, the same way?

Life steals all that it can

It pretends to matter, it pretends it doesn’t demand.

Secretly it plots and delivers each blow

I bet you all have experienced this,

I bet you all know.

Life shows us beauty, that lasts for a little while

It displays smiles on the faces of babies

But after that we only have mere traces,

Of the thing that once brought us that smile.

Our minds are the worst pawns in this game

They often forget,

But always seem to remember a regret

A shame, a forbearance, a pain.

That is why we all are the pawns in this crooked game.

Sure we have good followed by fair,

Sometimes we have wishes, but only if we dare.

We may all succeed in what seems a personal challenge or contest

But are we ever truly able to rest?

Will our legacies be enough?

How about all of our stuff?

Maybe just ourselves, will be enough.

Will having the upper hand,

Make us a very content and happy man?

In our courage or fame,

Will we be offered more of the same.

Is all that we are, under our birth name,

Or is it how we survived all our pain.

How we dealt with it,

How we rose despite it

What we learnt from it.

I am not sure

Sometimes even writing is a chore.

Perhaps there are other things for which to write,

Alright!

Poem

It by MwsR (AGAIN, just a poem…)

Stillness makes you vulnerable
Quietness makes you scream
Inside things are changing, it’s a complicated thing.

Listening does not make you smarter
Just makes you a listener of things
It’s what you do for others, and what is doing it, it brings.

Foremost in your mind,
It will be for a while
Not letting you go, that’s not it’s style.

Torment is what you place on your own self
And there is so much of it to go around
It will hold you up and then knock you onto the ground.

There will be those that beg it to go away
Those that know nothing else but it
And those that will try to rise out from the bottomless pit.

Success depends on your thoughts
What you say to yourself when it is going on
What you believe of yourself when you’re all alone.

No one can make you happy and free, but you.
No one can give you the right advice
The words, the actions, and it is true.

MwsR Quote

Hurting another person because you are hurting is like sticking a band aid on a severed limb….
It serves no purpose, nor can it help anything.
MwsR

A Life Like That, by MwsR

There was a time when things were not more important than loving a person.

Love and life of this old world could be found with much anticipation and vigor.

Things like that were not only shown in the movies but in real life.

The seasons of a person’s life always came at the time they were supposed to and in the manner, they should

Money earned was spent on an enjoyable vacation filled with memories of your family or friends.

Money saved was hope in the future of comfortability and not a necessity.

People went and shook the hand of their neighbors and they called them by their first names.

There was no closed doors because anyone was welcome to stop by.

People were special, even if they were just a passer more by.

Things were easier to see and people did not walk around in a socialized made haze.

Because of the way they were reared they knew how to endear, as well as persevere.

The biggest battle or two, for the school-age group, was which clique to belong to or which club to be in.

I wish our world had those things gone before us.

Love like that and respect of one’s neighbor was engrained in them all.

Society was in general friendlier than the one we know today.

No one really stepped over others, just to get there own way.

I would very much liked it back, in the day.

A life like that came with its share of excitement, respect, loyalty, and love.

Too bad today, much of what we see is when people shove.

When people are mean, destructive, and rude.

Selfish is the new thinking, and it is clouded with a sky of resentment.

Sure not all is bad, as is the case, mostly, anyway.

Just thinking about a life like that!