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Hindsight

admin — Mon, 14 Sep 2009 15:43:51 +0000

Have you ever thought

What might have been

Or what better things could be?

A better car, a better house,

Or perhaps a better ‘me’?

Do you toss and turn

Awake at night

Sorting through ‘what ifs’?

Thinking of each turn you took

And what you might have missed?

Is guilt a frequent friend of yours,

Or regret your better half?

Do you live in yesterday;

Married to the past?

Why ponder things unchangeable

Or mull on what is done?

When living in the present

Is where you find the fun!

Child Abused

admin — Wed, 12 Mar 2008 00:16:18 +0000

You look at me

over there;

you judge my life

without a care.

you see the bad

inside of me,

instead of the good

that I could be.

you stunt my growth

with every hit,

for love with hate

just don’t fit.

you beat me down

with just one word,

when names from parents

should not be heard.

support you get

from mom and dad;

you turn to them

when life is bad.

but who is there

when they turn their cheek?

or lends an ear

when you feel week?

you look at me

with judging eyes,

but your rare evil

you can’t disguise.

Love-ly

admin — Mon, 17 Sep 2007 15:38:17 +0000

**Preface: Again, as with all my musings, this is fiction, but also has a hint of truth. I believe in writing as much as thinking so it helps to write ’short diddies’. Try it– it works sometimes. This is 1/2 musing 1/2 poem…couldn’t figure out which it is more of so it gets both categories.**

I’m in love with the most amazing person you could ever hope to meet… and I don’t know how to stop. But I need to.

By nature, I am an insomniac. This habit is proliferated by battles of depression that I have from time to time. I can’t help it. But I want to.

I just want to be loved. Just like anyone else, right? And I don’t know how to stop my desires to feel loved. But I need to.

By nature, I am an affectionate person. To the ones I love and hold dear to my heart. It’s always been my way. I can’t help it. But I want to.

I can’t get my feelings across without them being stomped on. I just want to be heard without interruption. And I can’t stop crying. But I need to.

By nature, I am hyper-sensitive. I can’t control the emotions switch of my brain so the tears flow even when I don’t want them to. I can’t help it. But I want to.

I am tired of being misunderstood. That in todays values, old love and honor is lost is a pity. I can’t fathom ignoring my spouse. But I need to.

What I need and what I want are mere manifestations of my desire to make the ones I love happy… but when my heart actually truly physically aches…who is around to make me happy?

Tags: love, affectionate, happy

Nazarene

admin — Sun, 16 Sep 2007 03:52:04 +0000

Why, Nazarene, do you help these men?
They forget you, curse you, and use you
Their faith without works, carpenter-
When did they help you win?
They listened to your words
But they did not care for a Jew
As you were crucified.

They listen to my words- light;
They kill, steal, lie, and turn from you.
What smooth talking ways do you have?
With your do’s and don’ts and trying to do right?
Come on down here, Nazarene
Take your children home.
Do you think they’ll remember you?
Not with me here to cause a scene.

Tags: Jew, crucified, Nazarene

Angel

admin — Fri, 14 Sep 2007 22:44:19 +0000

Speaking of the devil
What do you want Angel
What do you offer me
Freedom, fame, fantasy, fun
Whimsical worlds of wealth
I am alone- abandoned, Angel
Where is that god
You bring new life
What do you care about me
What will you give me
Immortality, power, and love
What do you know of love
Come into the light, Angel
What’s that……you can’t
But, Angel- all the power and freedom
What about these
Ah, I remember you now
The most beautiful of all, Angel
Yet you fell……or were you thrown
What do you have to offer me, Angel-
What will you give me, Lucifer.

Tags: Angel, power, Lucifer

Why Brother?

admin — Thu, 13 Sep 2007 22:00:17 +0000

So many died;
That so many did is inconceivable.
How does a man, a sinner, lead a crowd?
Inhumanity rising from greed.
So many women and children
What kind of new world promotes killing?
A new beginning from senseless brutality?
Where was God?
Where was he when his people suffered?
So many died;
That so many did is inconceivable.
How could no one see?
What did God do to help?
Scenes of horror.
Bringing tears to the eyes of the Father.
How could His creations do this?
Why is it brother against brother?
I see no difference between you, says He.
So many died;
That so many did is inconceivable.

Tags: God, brother against brother