Up with the throbbing head again
No wine to blame
stumbled out the door
into the world
locking myself out
meandered my way back in
set to work
putting things here and there
walked the dog
recycling to the bin
errands ran
dishes to the sink
clothes to the hamper
litter to the bin
walked the dog again
finished the dishes
three pills
then off to bed
little moments building a day
a life
You are something
Unique in the universe
Something valuable
There is truth in this
Believe or not believe
You are something
more than you
and blessed in the universe.
The day began with insomnia
drifted into lateness
and fell into despair
One found dead, the news feed reads
the reaper’s prize
at last
sorrows grips friends
still other silent cheer the end of the road
two kids in a doctor’s office sick with the flu
two strangers cling to life
victims of happenstance
attended by the best
No news is good news or so the fellows say
No news is bad news worries the friends
beloved ones
Victory arrives late
lesson learned, acceptance obtained
a child born
new shoes, credit extended ,
then end of an abusive relationship
No clever words need
or cliques expressed
Just another day
the good with the bad
the bad with good
perspective the only means of definition
No power left to protest
only tears to weep
just trying to stick to the plan
the dream
the lie told to all children
come to bittersweet fruition
otherwise known as adulthood
it is sad when the poet runs out of words
runs out lyrics to sing
and the chambers of thoughts
once over flowing are empty
then the poet isn’t a poet any more
and slowly begins to die
High heels, high hopes
dreams on an unsteady foundation
like wearing stilettos for the first time
everyone falls down
and we all live to see the next day
The beach was broken.
There wasn’t much of a shore to explore
At least at first…
Further on the path
Around the bend
And through a mangrove forest
There was some sand for my toes.
And waves to rinse away
All the residue that has been clinging
To every step I take, weighing down
Thought, action and tainting feelings
I stood and laughed
Free
Cleansed the unvoiced anger
letting me breathe
for a time
unburdened.
Love, they say should never hurt.
Never make you cry or cut your soul,
Maybe those that say it have never been in love,
Cause love hurts and burns us so everyday
Love cuts you so deep and fills you with so many desires
You don’t know which way is up
And which way to go when they sun is shining
Love hurts
Lovers twist and turn together
in pain made joyful by
pheromones and loneliness
Touch becoming intoxicating
Pain mesmerizing
when love is born
in the heat and black of night
Ask a mother holding her child
If love doesn’t hurt
The pain of childbirth is only the beginning
A child can cut their parents to the core
With a word or deed
And mend it much the same
Husbands and wives cut each other
Trying to figure out how to make
Love last through the bumps
Of marriage in the modern world
Some make it, some loose hope
But love like life contains pain
What it is, is never cruel
Never intentional cruel
But love is the pain
The sweetest most cherished pain
I know
I miss reading my poetry to you
letting my words roll over you before they hit anyone else
knowing that sharing them with you meant something to us both
you said you loved me
but there were so many things
not working
and the two things that keep my heart beating
You and my work couldn’t live together anymore
I tore myself apart
to do what is right
And now I sleep alone
with words that flow
like wild western rivers
and everyone says I glow now
that my dreams are in reach
but I sleep alone
and miss a thousand things
beyond just touch
when our souls would dance
and my words
my poor, poor poet words
would wash over
and feed us both
She gave me life,
She never let me know how insane I was,
Or made me grow mean instead of up,
She still takes me to the dentist,
And lets me get teddy bears to hold and cuddle,
She laughs with me,
and loves my friends,
bears with my animals,
She talks and cries with
And rarely yells
(Good Momma’s do yell from time to time, you know)
But Most of all because my Momma
My Momma knows how to let me fall
and pick myself up
lets me make my mistakes
And never stays I told you so
with more than a glance
She knows that letting go
doesn’t mean stepping aside
but walking next to me
