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Irish Lucks

With Irish eyes a charm so bright
So tiny and small no one would have ever guessed so
An Irish chum she is indeed
With Irish blood which flows within
Irish eyes which sparkle like gold
With a nose that rests upon the luck of a shamrock
A leprechaun some may say
Tiny and small
But she is pure at heart and full of love and luck
She is my lil Irish luck
A new found friend
Irish lucks have found me here
No not a coin or pot of gold at any rainbow
Not too big and not too old
Just a true friend with a pure soul
Just a new found friend
With a heart filled with a heart like gold

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Posted by on March 10, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

 

Every Night A Living Fight

Every night a living fight.
You always believe that you know just what is right.
Miss mouth is the name I gave when it began that night, but now I wish I could take it back because they are surely following shortly behind.
How do train you better than this when lip is all I get as the mouth keeps leading ahead. It’s like your ears have been lost behind and they just don’t mind. It is me feeling the anger alas. Years feeling useless and left in the past, tears constantly filling my eyes.
I feel as if moms words don’t stand or mean one thing and it is just a sound that I help my mouth to make.
Every night is all the same and all I can do is feel walked over, burned, drained and ready to cry. Every night is a living fight until I finally get you sound in bed sleeping thru the night.

 
 

Unconditional Love And Forgiveness Scootch No Matter What, That Is Who I Am…..A True Friend

Unavailing love for the friend closest to you. You open your mind to subject of chance and change. Believing they will be there to the end and remain a true friend. Lending a hand to help one out and be a true friend like no one else will. You take the key unlocking the door and opening your heart where you don’t always let everyone near for your closest one to you to no longer believe but instead fall short and walk away mad not another word said. With nothing to hide you asking why? You’ve done nothing wrong but cared for your friends and family when you didn’t even need to. Okay so I just can’t all times I am sorry for that but at least I am still there for you friend when no one else stays by your side. I make that extra time in my life knowing that you are special and you need that special time the importance for it to have you run your own route right in life. Although instead of appreciating what I have done all along when I could. You turn in betray and get mad with a strong angered attitude taking it all out on me just because this one time I couldn’t make it work out to give you what you need when asked. I didn’t say I wouldn’t I said just wait please and give me a couple days so I can make it work right. Scootch you mean everything to me I can’t make all magic and have it all work just the way that you want or when you want it, but telling me that I am on the wrong and that I don’t care is intolerable when you and I both know that you need the love and extra support as much as me. I have never disrespected you or turned you away. I have never lead you wrong or made you stray. I have been there for you holding your hand everyday. I have taken you in all I can. I have promised my life to you to help you raise your first unborn and always given you word on always having a place to stay. Yet in it all you get mad at me for one time not knowing what was going on and turn your heart cold turning away from me when I just couldn’t make it work. Saying I am sorry hundreds of times and questioning our friendship in the very end. You question. Just know whatever your answer I still have full unconditional love to give and forgive, and no matter what you decide I will be your friend to the very end. It is the person that I am and who Christ would want me to be. A true friend throughout all.

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

 

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Somehow, One Day

Feeling the burning desire of anger and discomfort. No matter how hard I try to step away I somehow always somehow see you Weasel your way back in to destroy me inside. Years gone to waist,tears staining my pillows and sheets. Somehow it just never fails to always get into my head and drain out the very best of me. Somehow, but one day. Yes one day.

 
 

The Way People Communicate And Understand Me

If there were one thing I wish that could ever be changed

 it would be the communication lever within and surrounding me

Throughout myself and my journey in life

I have found faults in the way that people communicate with me

I try to try but getting no where

I step away in search of fresher calmer air

from being ignored, not listened to, not heard or mocked

to not understood and condemned because of my thoughts

from being judged or taken to heart the wrong way when heard

saying things I mean to say one way but yet meaning it a totally different way all together

expressing myself in many different ways including

writing, word of mouth and speech

trying to express what I feel and saying it all the same

has never been easy to me

trying to make a new friend, meet a new face or stay in connection with those closest in my life

are seldom for me

I may open up well on the days that I try

but hidden deep inside

within my tiny small trusted frame

I stay desolate, quiet, and all in familiars with just me

Yes, I can be a social butterfly once you have gotten to know me

but warming up to anyone outside of me and to you is not easy one bit for me to do

although I make baby steps at least to try

communication is not an easy place that works for me

I would love to say that everyone understands me

but too many a time

we just don’t see eye to eye

with what I try to express getting mangled and twisted within rubble and mess

to things that I can say

coming out the wrong way

hurting me or others along its route out of me into life any given day

Not always meaning what has been said or done

trying to change it, apologize for the way it came out and getting turned down

or trying again only making it worse

If I could change one thing any given day

it would be to change the way of communication with me

knowing I could or would be understood

to trusting that I won’t be mocked or laughed or judged for my mouth or the things that I say or believe

Knowing and holding onto the fact that I was heard, understood and believed in life

trusting that I could open up more to my friends or family

that no one on earth or my circles I know would turn and talk or make fun of me

trusting that I could always be a social butterfly

not being hidden and shy

my closest friends not feeling ignored or betrayed

I never said or meant that

I just tend to stay quiet hidden and to myself.

It’s just me

I’m sorry

I don’t know how to change who I was born to be

but if I could change one thing on any given day

the way people communicate with me and understand me

is what it would be.

 
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Posted by on February 14, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Uncategorized

 

Once A Legend To Live Out A Dream

A legend lives forever in the hearts and souls they’ve touched
Not soon or ever forgotten among the few to many they’ve so short seen and grown fond
A legend lives forever in experience, memories and there on beyond
Once to have come in so far there is no turning back
The journey keeps repeating even past death
It lives forever in voice thru us
We become the voice for tomorrow and spread out the words
Once a legend you have touched your fair share
You claimed your number well and you made it into fame
Creating a lit spark, growing flame to have all who knew you memorize and. Learn and keep your name
Although we all can’t become that keen all legends usually can
This is how a legend forms another legends name
To always be remembered as they were and who they were for one day someone new will still again become inspired some more.
Once a legend to live out a dream

Written in tribute to Whitney Houston’s death at 48
I grew up with her and loved her all the same as those who cherished her just as much in just hearing her name.

Although she will be missed loved she will always be and still live on in memories and fame still to live on just by her name

 
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Posted by on February 12, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Radio Stuff, Uncategorized

 

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To Be Married Finally…No Longer A Dream

I gather together ideas of that one special day. Already having my apparel picked out and ideas in my head. Awaiting that day I shall one day be wed. Minds eye alert and open minded of each new style that begins to come out. Nothing planned or day picked put just ideas full of surprise and still on a burning flame that the day will come and fill my fame with glory and future family to share with. Fulfilling a dream never yet seized and giving me a feeling I have not yet surpassed. Walking an isle I have not yet strutted. Being for one day my very own a princess or beauty queen. That day will be a day just for me. A day for me alone to be with him throughout eternity . For us to begin our own journey into the next happy place traveled happily. Just married…happy. No longer a dream…but a chance to be married finally. Thoughts I ponder quite frequently actually. Though you’d never know it not much to be seen. First things first he’s gotta propose to me and before doing that he’s gotta find me. To be married finally… No longer a dream but into reality.

 
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Posted by on February 11, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Uncategorized

 

The Big Bright Blue

She’s got her eyes on you
She’s got her eyes on you

She’s got her eyes on you
On the big bright blue

She’s got her eyes on you
She’s got a voice of words

She’s got a lot of love and heart that’s pure

She’s got her eyes on you in the sun of day

She’s got her eyes on you all of the way

In sun and snow, she sees you in the big bright blue

She’s got her eyes on you
She’s got her eyes on you
She’s got her eyes on you
On the big bright blue

She’s got her eyes on you
She’s got, She’s got

She’s got her eyes on you

 
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Posted by on February 8, 2012 in kids, Love, Poetry, Uncategorized

 

Have You Forgotten Me

Have you given up on me

my life has not felt yet the same

I feel sadness and sorrow and down low ahead

I see you in the distance as I sleep and rest my head

things are quite different then what they used to be

Have you given up on me

I am concerned as I feel shutter and fear

nested deep within my stomachs path

I have not forgotten who you are

I have not forgotten what roads you travel far

my loves never lost

always within the same place

life just eats me and exhausts my whole spiritual being

My love never wonders

for it knows where the best stays

constantly thinking even within rest

quiet it lyes fast asleep in the night

even in dreams it reassured it sees our gleaming light

I have not left or forsaken you

but I ask once more…

have you forgotten me

I understand trust me I do

living in this distance and not near or with you

it doesn’t live on easy street

no one said that it did

but seeing you so panic-stricken and sad, upset within

it makes me question once more

the where about of us lying within

have you forgotten me

I said it yes I did

have you forgotten me…are we done

I don’t really vow to know

but in the gut of my heart it is what I must know

our dreams written amongst the stars for all to see

yet feels as if you have lost or left me

destined to be together

feeling as if you have walked away

have you forgotten me

I must know indeed

have you forgotten me

leaving me alone to weep alone in the night

to see you sad and know you haven’t much been around

the question still remains

the question that still remains holding on

as I sit and stare at nothing there and ponder what is running within that brain

Have you forgotten me and who I am

 
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Posted by on January 23, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

My Foolish Heart

My foolish heart believing on love
Standing within familiar which seems to fit for I know it best

But familiar is not so good
Scared and confused knocking at my own hearts door
Trying to let light seep in knowing that as hard as I try I may not win
My own love burning in flame as I search in the journey on my own day.

Laying low awaiting my life’s destination

 on this curvy road that my foolish heart is traveling

seeing dreams that begin then fail

Hearts being broken with every next day
Relentless of the trails that lye ahead.
My foolish heart holding on tight.
Living here within the light trying to find my way.

New surpises for each new day

nothing ever going or seemung my way

as life spins the bottle and washes dreams away

love in the waiting as you want and search it right now

hope living fresh inside as you try to keep your own flame burning

Knowing what it is that you see in your mind

yet having to play life’s game

discrased at the views that you may see

My foolish heart begining to fade

as the dreams I have made have begun to vanish or stray

I just can’t let life have it’s way

I’ll fight from now until forever to have you and me

no matter what I may face

that’s what love is

a battle amongst life

for you to keep safe what you cherish most

that is where my foolish heart lies

 
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Posted by on January 22, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Uncategorized