“To thine own self to true.” How, when you’re not sure who you are?” “To thine own self to true.” How, when the world fights against you? “To thine own self to true.” And the world will crucify you. Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems I started in the early 2,000’s.Continue reading “True”
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Broken Hearted
Have you ever had a heart broken? That pain is ours to process individually. Brute force ripped my heart out , clogged danced on it in the mud, then gave back. My baptism was fresh. My zeal for God was on fire. I weaponized the Bible. It became saturated with blood and sweat. My feebleContinue reading “Broken Hearted”
We are the stage…
Shakespeare wrote: “All the world’s a stage and all the men and women merely players.” As You Like It Act 2 Scene 7 William Shakespeare I say: “we are the stage and life is the actor. Play you. It will play you.“ 2002 – Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems IContinue reading “We are the stage…”
10
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”
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.
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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”
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