Most of the time; I have to peel, back the layers to discover if they are real. Memories of times long past. That were not a blast. For a fact I knew; at 10, my little world changed. From childhood, I became estranged. At 10, work was introduced. Not for “the man”, as it were.Continue reading “10”
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Broken Hearted 72
Ever had a broken heart? Brute force ripped my heart out , clogged danced on it in the mud, then returned it. Newly baptized. Zeal for God on fire. I weaponized the Bible. Saturating it with blood and sweat. My feeble arms ached. SHOW no mercy! As my Christianity has matured, it was NOT RIGHTContinue reading “Broken Hearted 72”
Sorrow
“Sorrow knows no depths when hope is gone.” Written for my up coming Monday School lesson: The Gift of hope, one of four gifts Jesus’ birth gave us.
Stop the Clatter
Shouldn’t have opened my mouth. Shouldn’t have said a word. Should have kept it bottled inside the way I always do. I didn’t want a lecture. I didn’t want a speech. I wanted someone to listen to me. Someone to vent to. Someone to let the pressure out to. Someone to just listen to me.Continue reading “Stop the Clatter”
Excommunicated
Excommunication! Manipulation. Silence. How dare you! You will need me. Silence. I can. You can. Manipulation. Do as I say. Not as I do. Manipulation. Moan. Complain. Be silent! Abandon. Need. Manipulation. There is a built in need in every child to have a relationship or bond with our birth parents. This need is deepContinue reading “Excommunicated”
An Emotion
For ever little teddy bear lovable, cuddly, and soft. There is an evil force hard, cold, and deadly. Deadlier than the greatest plague for it becomes a plague. More powerful than a volcano, for it will erupt. Prisoner of the dark, bound by fire, loathing in ashes, black as coal. No force on earth canContinue reading “An Emotion”
Cry
I want to cry. I don’t know why. Shall this bleeding- heart ever die? True blood my heart, does not bleed. But something I can’t explain, does flow from within. this breast of mine. I can’t place it. Or put a name to it. However, it is there. But I can’t explain. April 4, 1994Continue reading “Cry”
Stone So Cold
Blood of ice. Heart of stone. No tool sharp enough, to crack the rough, jagged wall around your soul. No smile can penetrate your fire. There is no emotion from your face. The gentle flutter of a silk blouse. The flow of soft wavy hair. Does the chase even spark an interest? No! For youContinue reading “Stone So Cold”
What I Want ‘But’
I want to write. But there is nothing to say. I want to speak. But there are no words. I want to dance. But there is no music. I want to drive. But there is no where to go. I want to sing. But there is no song. I want to cry. But there areContinue reading “What I Want ‘But’”
Me to a t
Tingling nerves Sane desire Cloudy life Floating will Awake hot fire Me to a t. April 25, 2000 Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems I started in the early 2,000’s. Not a published book.
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