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Love Lost and Stolen

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Though I am not aware of any great love

 beaming down upon me, I hope they are there

My lost son, my mother , her parents,

They speak to me, hear me when no one else does.

I have searched, believed, dreamed, loved

and seen all of that stolen from me.

In misery, drowning in tears, I have lain,

thinking of you, longing for your touch.

Oh, Holy Spirit, one whom I should trust

I often wonder where you are, near, or far

Do you watch over me while I suffer?

Do you not interject yourself in earths troubles?

There was a time when the majesty of your works,

the beauty of the forest and flowers of spring,

carried me to a place of pure delight.

Now, all I do is wonder what I did to make you leave.

Nothing can bring back what was stolen from me.

I try to find comfort in the winds, the sea,

To find you again, but I cannot see beyond the clouds.

I reach up, longingly to find only emptiness.

All you must do is reach down as I reach up,

as you did once and suddenly withdrew.

I hear the winds power, the majestic clouds.

But i want you, and can never ever have you here again.


There is a place

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There is a place in my heart, somewhere, I am sure-
where I can still feel, still love, still care.

My world is so empty, unfulfilling, sorrowful,
I cannot remember joy, peace, wanting to wake up.

I search for my little children, the son I lost,
Those who grew up and moved on without me.

I search for a love I tried so hard to believe in,
and never spent a night without a doubt or fear.

Surely, there is a place where my mother, my son,
my life still exists, waits for me as I wait alone.

I look, I try, but the lies, the lack of caring shouts.
Around me, it is like life laughing in my face.

I am your wife, I am your mother, I am your daughter,
You cannot change that any more than I can change you.

There is a place where I will get what I have toiled for
my entire life. That I have suffered and begged for.

When I get there, some of you may be there, and then,
some of you will not. Then, finally, I will have peace.

My world is so empty, unfulfilling, sorrowful,
I cannot remember joy, peace, wanting to wake up.

I search for my little children, the son I lost,
Those who grew up and moved on without me.

I search for a love I tried so hard to believe in,
and never spent a night without a doubt or fear.

Surely, there is a place where my mother, my son,
my life still exists, waits for me as I wait alone.

I look, I try, but the lies, the lack of caring shouts.
Around me, it is like life laughing in my face.

I am your wife, I am your mother, I am your daughter,
You cannot change that any more than I can change you.

There is a place where I will get what I have toiled for
my entire life. That I have suffered and begged for.

When I get there, some of you may be there, and then,
some of you will not. Then, finally, I will have peace.


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Sleepwalking

Dreaming into daytime
Hope that begins to take place
Unpredictable people hiding their fears
Unconscious looks all over their face

Fluently speaking to others
Some making no sense at all
Dreamers keep on dreaming
I continue to fall

My dreams somehow have ended
I’m walking in my sleep
Tomorrow’s never coming
I’m fading to the deep

I’m seeing the man in the window
He’s talking to me day-to-day
Dreamlands lost it’s luring
My nights are filled with gray

 


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Glittering eyes

 

Who Fears the Devil?

Who Fears the Devil? (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

frozen like statues

 

her breathing warms my mind

 

the feeling of slight  movement

 

a joy , that’s one of a kind

 

the calm of continued silence

 

glittering eyes that say it all

 

soul slightly leaves my body

 

my skin begins to crawl

 

memory’s flash and then again

 

a prevailing fear  returns

 

joy has changed , this fears mundane

 

my conscience begins to burn

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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What You Could Be

What You Could Be

I look at him, same age as you,

when death snatched you out of the blue.

He’s just 15, but teachers say,

that he will make it big one day.

I touch your photo, hold it too,

each time I pass, your place, your room.

It looks just like it did that day

when Hell took you and life away.

I see him grow, a brilliant smile,

when he creates, he dreams, compiles.

The things I wish that you could see.

I wonder, Babe, what you could be?

It’s just so wrong that you aren’t here.

I see your face, your eyes, your fear.

Still, no one knows, but you and me,

The truth about what you could be.

I pray the day will not be long,

When something might take up the wrong.

And somehow just, please let me see.

The beauty of what you could be.


my way

Venus Doom

Venus Doom (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

nonsensical my day today

another anticipated soon

diabolical in form

as we all hide from doom

sights are all confusing

we all do what they say

never really thinking

how we can change today

my  next real day

as soon as it comes

i will change my way

and see how it becomes


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sunset

Red sunset

Red sunset (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

the sunset has changed

 

in my eyes 

 

 my mind 

 

never feeling the highs

 

 

 

 

 

 


year of retention

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chill in the air

it comes as we sleep

another years awareness

I’m trying to keep

some being easy

some being hard

some fight retention

some that are scarred

daily battles move forward

I sometimes look back

most days are smooth

some under attack

friends change around me

I have no control

change on the surface

there’s change in my soul

 


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window of my soul

the day goes by

it’s a light that I see

like a window to the future

I know what will be

passions growing wilder

my soul gets reborn

never looking back

on reflections of scorn

my soul has a new window

the glass clean and clear

my new days are reeling

i see my new frontier


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The new timzauto

Taken about two weeks ago…..it’s been a long road….but the bumps aren’t quite as bad…


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negligence has blinded my fated outcome

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in my beginning ,I was taught wrong from right. I was taught to respect people for who and what they are. I remember everyday life being so easy , choices were easy to make.  We all just did what we did…..there were no arguments , we all just got along .. most of the time . Then came the night of July 18 1979…..and my whole life was changed forever.

           Sid was very high-strung for a seventeen year old. He was working on farms as far back as I remember. Sid and I went to the same school and were in the same grade from the beginning of our childhood . We had been through many changes together from desire for the attentions of girls to the very first drink of an alcoholic beverage. Sid was average in size , gray eyes just like steel and medium dark brown hair. He always walked with confidence and had an optimistic smile on his face.

           The school year for 1979 was drawing to an end. Sid and I were working on the same farm as our work was plentiful due to putting in hay and planting corn. We ran to the car after a long and dreary day in school . Sid started it up revving the engine for anyone that would watch. We took off tires squealing and disappeared down the road heading for work.

 

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