Monthly Archives: November 2011

Sitting by a small window in her room she peers out to see all daylight she can. Trapped in a life that no-one understands. They have not lived through what things she has. Surging break ups good and bad. Loosing just about every friend that she had. Surviving multiple rapes that were not easy and the abuse of a loved boyfriend she has hurried herself in fear hiding behind her many a face. To the loss and death of a child and the birth of three other beautiful babies to give them life.  Unable to drive with a medical history turned into a book with how many issues lye upon her medical plate. She has lived a desolate life with feeling of dismay and worthlessness in her head. Covering her eyes afraid to look back or ahead from fear. Locked within her own mind that the demons will coke after her once more again. Her life at her fingertips yet she can’t even feel it there. This desolate child has wasted away with nothing and no-one to bring her back and take her home. With one breath she gasps to try once more to release all this burden away from her. Feeling alone like no one is there she sits and cries, still sitting by that window to see and take in all that daylight praying she will once become happy merely one last time before she dies. Thinking and questioning will there even be anyone at her death or even her wedding if she were to find the very right man to accept her as she is and take her hand, taking her in. Who does she even know without being able to get outside that very window to really experience reality or even get out to mingle and meet new faces whom she has never seen. This is the desolate soul that she was given to receive as her very own life indeed. It is not something that she had choice of or can change.
This is just her life. The life of which she cries and hides. The life that noone understands truly how it feels inside except the feelings of this desolate child living inside. She is just another lost child with a desolate soul forgotten by everyone outside and within her shut in life. She is the desolate child.

I sit in the midst of you and can’t believe how lucky I am and how I came to have you in my life. I subtlety humble myself into your presence as to not hurt or burden you so that you could be just who you were meant and born to be. Not to change you and keep you just as you are, and how I like you in reality. You are really my dream and all I have ever seen within my life of fantasy. You are the personality and style of just the way that I would want my man to be. Kind hearted, down to earth, mature, and honest with knowledge and soul in heart. You make me stay focused and aware of my environment, surroundings and journey in life bringing out the very best of me. You understand all that I feel and believe and never try to change me or force me to see and feel things differently. You in all words said complete me. I can be who I want to be. With you not afraid to be with me holding my hands and publicly. I see this love and hopes that you have for me. I mean more than anything and anyone to you as you do to me. I would drop my life down to floor to save you from any danger and harm. I would hold out my arm to help pick and raise you up when you fall. I would show you all I could throughout eternity before your time come for us to part when you die. I truly humble myself to you in all that. You are, and all that you mean to me. I humbly smile just as you make me notably happy. This is when I realize that I am truly blessed.

To frolic like two little children
They France and bounce today
Sly as any other in their sneaky
Slick old way

Prancing about in the big open yard playing as they may
Sitting with style prouncing one another in mystery of each stride

Then running off into nowhere just as quick as they came.
So Galent they wonder through the woods as I had tried to take some photographs to keep near.

Subtle and coy they still frolic running now with joy
uncertain of their travel
Reminicing in the pure beauty
with every gaze

As if to say come play alongside
They run side by side
Biting in play amongst each others smooth soft quilt of fur

They rum along to play and and hunt is follow each others lead as any other day.

As If to dance among the dandelions they run and stray
As if to do fox ballet

With a great gorgeous sleek coat of reed and chestnut brown and a tail that just flaunts itself about in throughout the wilderness and the nature of earth beyond like a grace filled moment in the thicket of the forest in this fox ballet.

A day where all seemed to just go way wrong
A mother living out one of her worst fears that her child before her with a more than just home remedy injury
A injury of severity

Having to stay at her side without leaving her at anytime
Not in will but oddest of the doctor that she seen

Not really knowing of she is truly okay
Bitterly biting teeth and clinging to prayer

Continuing to hang in on faith
A mothers worst fear of her child is okay and safe.

With tears in his eyes
a rumor came as a big surprise
With all he knew and could not understand everyone looking up to him then doubting him

Where was this assumption coming from and why had they been attacking at him

Suddenly all his fame before his eyes staring him in the face as it gets washed away

Trying to regain where the water broke thru he grasps onto whatever is in his reach to hang onto and hold pulling himself back up on hope

He stands again on his feet standing his ground
Trying to rebuild that which was knocked down with attack and force

It is there that he remains
Holding firm unto his faith and belief

He himself only knows the truth and whatever happens next will help him pull on thru

In the end whatever comes next he will be carried high on his guardians back until the time is right

where he may win or loose his fight, but in the very end all will come out alright and we who have that faith and believe can together stand up and say God is with us,

Justin we still believe and have the faith that all will be okay and will help pull you thru. No matter what comes we will not walk away

God will pull you thru
You may drop and feel real blue
But once you do he will push you back up real high maybe even higher than before

He will give you a new path to journey and open and unlock a new door

All will be okay
All will be okay

**Written with and in heart of Justin Beiber and his current news of a baby 2011**

Wings of the angles she sent to me
To carry me and protect me and to remind me

Remind me of the love she held so dear and remind me of the love he has for me

Wings of the angels she mailed to me
Bringing love and joy unto me

Carefully mailed thru the snail mail the only gift I have received
These angel wings are here to bless me and remind me of moms love she gave, and remind me of Gods love he gave to me

He gave me life and held me tight to save I myself had lost my way
Bringing me back to reality angel wings is what I got to make me believe in hope and to remind me again of this life he has blessed in me

Wings of the angels is what she gave me