Thursday, March 23, 2017

An act of kindness



My spiritual mother laid her grace on me,
An act of kindness, is what I will do today,
Opening a door for a stranger, or call upon a friend,
An act of kindness, is what I will do today,
Tell someone I care, hold a hand of a dying friend,
An act of kindness, is what I will do today,
Pay for a stranger’s coffee, help a family in need,
An act of kindness, is what I will do today,
Tithe to the church, and donate my time,
An act of kindness, is what I will do today,
Just say “Hi, how are you?” to a elder’s face,
An act of kindness, is what I will do today,
Pray for a veteran who fought for your freedom,
An act of kindness, is what I did today.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Knotted


Hands trembling as I write this poem,
On cold chilly winter morning,
Dead silence ring in my ear,
Dim light by the fireplace,

Knotted together in this tiny house,
That we call our own,
Where love is shown, and hate is not allowed,
One second, turns into a minute, then an hour passes,
Of memories we create,

Knotted together, each heart beats its own rhythm,
Each mind begins with its own thought,
One word, one touch, one’s own work
Walls listening, holding onto each story
As if writing a book, of this family

Knotted together, each eye sees a miracle,
May it be the little one reads, or an experience to be,
Two learning together, as history unfolds,
Asking questions, seeking answers of the unknown,
Each eye scrolls life, as a movie on a screen

Knotted together, each ear hears the music of life,
If we all danced the same dance, life would be gone,
With no diversity, music to each ear would be dead,
Sounds of a piano, or the drums, each room cuddles the music,
As if it was making love, to our voices as we sing,
Knotted together, each one’s touch lingers forever,
Dozens of fingerprints, float through, but none alike,
Each finger, and thumb, is uniquely yours,
The soft touch of a hug, lingers
All knotted as one.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Trapped

The Hunt

Illusions of Love

Love is the mystery of the world. 
Nobody has the correct answers...
So stop searching for them

Love Stone




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She's Gone...Broken, Battered & Bruised
Depression, anxiety, and pain has enslaved me. Depression is my hero! Anxiety is my enemy! And pain is my lover! Poetry written by a depressed poet facing life challenges. 

Poem: She's Gone
 
Most of her is gone,
Broken and bruised...
~
Too scared to show her true colors to the world...
~
Most of her is done,
Playing games and hiding the flame...
~
Too intense to learn how to love someone in a crowd...
~
Most of her is unknown,
Secretly and walls to high...
~
To show affection to a world that won’t accept her
~
Most of her is gone,
Small part still alive….
~
Wanting to be loved by someone like you.
~

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My Heart, My Soul


My heart
Will it ever know of love
My heart
Broken, lonely and in despair
My soul
Will it ever know your love
My soul
Cold, dark and hungry
Will I? 

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She's Gone...Broken, Battered & Bruised
Depression, anxiety, and pain has enslaved me. Depression is my hero! Anxiety is my enemy! And pain is my lover! Poetry written by a depressed poet facing life challenges. 

Poem: She's Gone
 
Most of her is gone,
Broken and bruised...
~
Too scared to show her true colors to the world...
~
Most of her is done,
Playing games and hiding the flame...
~
Too intense to learn how to love someone in a crowd...
~
Most of her is unknown,
Secretly and walls to high...
~
To show affection to a world that won’t accept her
~
Most of her is gone,
Small part still alive….
~
Wanting to be loved by someone like you.
~

The Disease

Illusions of Love

Love is the mystery of the world. 
Nobody has the correct answers...
So stop searching for them

Dreams

Illusions of Love

Love is the mystery of the world. 
Nobody has the correct answers...
So stop searching for them



Lonely Nights




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She's Gone...Broken, Battered & Bruised
Depression, anxiety, and pain has enslaved me. Depression is my hero! Anxiety is my enemy! And pain is my lover! Poetry written by a depressed poet facing life challenges. 

Poem: She's Gone
 
Most of her is gone,
Broken and bruised...
~
Too scared to show her true colors to the world...
~
Most of her is done,
Playing games and hiding the flame...
~
Too intense to learn how to love someone in a crowd...
~
Most of her is unknown,
Secretly and walls to high...
~
To show affection to a world that won’t accept her
~
Most of her is gone,
Small part still alive….
~
Wanting to be loved by someone like you.
~

Beauty

Illusions of Love

Love is the mystery of the world. 
Nobody has the correct answers...
So stop searching for them

Lilacs, for you Mom



Cracked Window


Rain, tumbling down, on the crack window pane,
Lightening flashing, thunder crashing, I awake,
To find you are gone,

As I rise from my bed, and shake the dreaded feelings
I wonder where you are, why did you leave?
Wasn’t my love strong enough?

Rain, tumbling down, on the crack window pane,
Reminds me of my heart and the tears I shed today.

Just Broken




Awe

My Darkest Place