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2011 in review

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It Was Two Years Ago Today

I am sitting in solitude a lot lately with so many questions and thoughts to ponder. With a daughter that has a blood disease and needs a regular medical schedule. Together with thoughts of recollection of the past years because of the recent transition of the new year to the realization that today a year ago was the day that my mother passed. I miss you mom. Just some simple thinking coming amongst my brain. As I don’t have the answers or knowledge of her days in life i gave her and than i guess that I am understanding why you have been nagging and pulling at my heart and mind a lot more recently lately, as it was two years ago today that you died. I am hoping and believing that this is you trying to acknowledge me and let me know that you are here and still trying to let me know that you are still in a sense by my side. Maybe not in so many words and actions as I am used to but by my heart hoping that it is so. Mom, I love you.

 
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Posted by on January 4, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

 

The Traveler I Now Am

Traveling now where we once traveled together I now become my own traveler.
Looking about with each step that I take I see just all that I have seen once before, but this time is different.
Each empty branch and each limb on a tree I take notice of as it does not pass by me. The two sets of footprints that once followed me are a single traveler among that fresh bank of snow. Seeing in a different light which I had once known even in the night passes me by now with a bit of discomfort, unfamiliar and fright.
Seeing my life with two different eyes and you no longer a traveler at my side makes me restless even at the best of times.
At times making me fall in tears and cry
Or drop toy knees wanting to hide. My life is just not the same anymore with you gone and no longer walking in thru the door. Just to hear you speak once more or feel you cry on my shoulder when we’d have a good talk to comfort each other and make each other get the last word or last laugh.
Even when I was at my lowest low you helped me to keep my head high and have something to live for in life now.
But when I was all settled and thought it all was alright that was when I was alone and came back to realization of life and what it is now reminding me once again of life without you here by my side yet again. Making me the traveler who I now am.

 
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Posted by on January 4, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

 

Lucky Numbers Eleven And Seven

My favorite number.
Number eleven.
Eleven, eleven it rhymes with seven.
Seven is said to be lucky too.
With seven dwarfs to look after you and always try to protect you.
Seven, seven, seven always was best.
With God Protecting you with his grace and peace.
In good standings you should be when seven ate nine, and nine met ten and together chased the bad guys down eleventh street again.
Living life in twelve hour time to reminisce upon this subtle rhyme of lucky number eleven and seven will only turn you for a whim and leave you nothing more or less by the end.

 
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Posted by on January 3, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

 

A Wounded Angel

Tethered and worn, left to rot upon this life
Each wing with many a scar
Each feather broken and brittle amongst the wears it has to show
Her life trying to be all she can to show others how to believe
Her heart breaking in every situation that he has within her grasp to hold onto in faith and fate
Each wing wounded and broken in shambles of dismay, heartache and shame.
A wounded angel is what she has become
Still remaining true to heart by her self regard. While in her mind she has broken inside and questions just how is good still inside with all that she has done and still can do. How valuable is it all with so much heartache, shame, and pain within tearing her apart at the seams. really just who could she really be with everything gone within all she had that remained. Who could she be but a wounded angel left in pain and dismay ahead.

 
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Posted by on December 20, 2011 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

 

Sixteen Shots Sounded That Day

One shot fired that rang my ears.

One tear dropped that rolled across her face.

Feeling the burning pain from within her heart

Fear filling her as she heads out the door

 not knowing just what she will find or see out in that cold dark night

Police responding just before she got a chance to hit that green button and  send

Realizing as she came to the corner

that the burning pain was right

Seeing everyone swarm to her front door

your heart throbbing beneath her skin

dead silance of fear within the air

What happened

everyone wants to know

With no one wittness to what conspired

withnin that cold hour

No reasons,  or leads to put together

A family brought closer together

a house destroyed and left in rubble

just before the christmas eve

door windows shattered

left laying upon the sidewalk

A mother left to sit and stare in silence disrespect, and dispair

Blaming her teenage children for what she has seen

for the shattered glass and threatened lives

and the house that has become destroyed before their eyes and alone

while she was off drinking while all was going down

A life that she had never expected to see

a life where she had already lost her husband fourteen years back

Spending her own life depressed and shut away

using her hours of free time to drink in a local bar every hour that she may have

Two children lost at fifteen and sixteen

trying to survive while mom just waists away

two children scared of whom to trust and who to believe

Sixteen shots were sound that day

all lives cherished and wrapped in God’s protecting hands

A family drawn together as they never could become before

while questions still claim there own minds more

A daughter left scared and staying away from home

 at a true friends house where she feels compfort and a safe return

not knowing who will be there threatening her or her family again

or when if it happens again

not wanting to go out alone one her own anymore

as she knows not what lays on the other side

Police in questionable reaction

with no one seeing, hearing, or having any sense of motive or lead

 for such a violent crime or reason for such a cruel intent indeed

Everyone thanking God that everyone remains all right

thanking God for keeping everyone inside the house all safe

thanking God that nothing was anyworse out

while still aleart and observing all around

 in hope to learn some answers of who or why this all went down.

The shooting of a friends home just before the holiday’s came

a sad thing indeed  that this happens true

however better the way it went, than how it could have ended instead

cold and sad amongst the holiday’s

Dead

That would be much more sorrowful

than what was left here

thanking God that no one was hurt or killed

Sixteeen shots rang out within the deep, dark night

 
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Posted by on December 11, 2011 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

 

Hear My Heart Cry….Just Me

In the silence of the dark you will see no light
In the sound of the night is held silence not any crowds
In the silence you will hear my heart cry
as my heart renders no words and holds much pain

In daylight you will see me sparkle and glow as I shine upon all whomever come along my way
I give and try to make them have a brighter day as I hinder and hide amongst my own deep pain

Leaving all the advice for those I care about and love
And leaving my very own self behind
Some look at me in shame
some look at me in love
Some look at me in fame
For myself I look at me all the same as I just lay here to remain just as I am as I became

In the silence of the dark you will see no light
In the sound of the night is held silence not any crowds
In the silence you will hear my heart cry
as my heart renders no words and holds much pain
But this is all okay for this is how I grew
Into what I became

This is what I learned along my way
What I saw from that which I had needed to see
Heard those things I needed to hear

I became who God had made me to be.
I am who I am and will always be just me.

In the silence of the dark you will see no light
In the sound of the night is held silence not any crowds
In the silence you will hear my heart cry
as my heart renders no words and holds much pain but in the end I am who I am just me.

 
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Posted by on November 30, 2011 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

 

The Angel Who Withstand And Outlive Everything

She has a heart filled with joy throughout the year, he hair is long and auburn to shine and shimmer bright in the fall to winter in the seasons of love she weighs out and burdens each day she is staying upon her simple clouds

With each weigh she is given her mission to change someone’s life She does more her share and feels the deep dark secrets and hidden feelings of those she saves tearing new wears and breakage in her so big heart

Even and angel can feel the burdened weight of the one she is to protect and save. She feels as we feel. She is sometimes thrown to tears also.

This angel pushes thru so much good and bad you can see in her wings all the wear and tear she begins to get. With broken wings holding her by faith and her now brittle beautiful hair, and her always mending a wounded breaking heart Along with her own self worth and broken emotion tain smeared face

She still has a will to stay at task force of doing what she has truly been called to do. To still piece herself back together and stay a strong angel of wondering love and still be sent on task again.

Yet she is still as beautiful as ever before but with some short lived wear and tear through over and thru out her hair as well.

She is still a living and faithful angel sent out to stay and remain by your side. She is the is the angel who withstands and out lives everything

 
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Posted by on November 23, 2011 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

 

Five Days

Five days

this is my last final stance

five days

never to be thirty-three again

five days

I am seeing my final year at a glance

five days

then hallow eve will be here

but what is to come before the gouls

my very day

my birthday once more

where i will be turning over

 my thirty- three to thirty- four

five days

five days is all

go ahead watch one last time

 for i am turning on the next moon

five days till 34!!

Now it’s four so lets tear down the doors

four days more then we begin counting each day of the year all over again…

 
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Posted by on October 25, 2011 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

 

A Lover's Heart Is What We've Got

A lovers heart is what we’ve got

We’ve battled the battle from childhood  to the adult life

Living each day in bliss of our journey thoughout  life

looking at a glance into your eyes

from a distance of a big surprise

with all shyness within mine

I hide myself behind my own built wall

hidden from the evils of the world

my eyes still within full stare with your glossy beautiful eyes

feeling no raing but all shine when I search within your soul

I begin to see and feel hope making me clean and whole

knowing inside I have nothing to fear with you here

I begin to speak as I never have before

for quite sometime now I have shut myself in

silenceing myself like a bat in the wind

My life hidden from all around

that noone will know the torture or evils I had found

my life ruined and worn from the years

while the years continually pass me by when I try to hold up my head only to continue to try

focused on one thing alone

to get a job, a life, and begin all fresh once again.

Able to feel the true honest feelings of that of a lover’s heart

feel the fluttering butterflies take off in flight

and the heart begins to shine

a lovers heart is true and sincere

It is one of the biggest hearts

of the hearts that you could be awarded throughout your life long years

A lovers heart is indeed a blessing from above

It is caring more than every care in the wolrd

it is kind more than any ma could ever really be

it is passionate even when it may be blue

a lovers heart is the best thing that one could ever have and recieve to truly be his

A lovers heart is what we have indeed

We’ll live longer than long with one of these

with a lovers heart one will never age

filled with dreams

the lovers heart remains one in youth of age for life

A lover’s heart is what we’ve got

 
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Posted by on October 25, 2011 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized