the truth sets you free
What works for you
may not be for me
Once desired and loved
soon discarded and lost
When push came to shove
you got out at all costs
They write better than you
she was half his age
You write what you’ve been through
he just tore out that page
He had a son with her,
still you can’t walk away
She took from you what was yours,
you were given the blame
Keep it up, you’ll improve
pack your things and get out
To write best, get a muse
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I’ve been caught red handed in the eye of the storm,
it’s not easy — reliving an unconsolable form.
I’ve spent many years trying to capture my Zen,
memories serve only to increase the adrenaline.
I fight emotional giants from my ultraviolet tragedies,
big brother, you said, no matter what, that you’d go down with me.
Something else I learned, while listening to the things you said,
Hey child, in this jungle, I believe that love is dead.
Though you’ve reached into the low life, deep inside…
THE BEAUTY OF BROKEN
When broken is different
than the broken before
And you just can’t find happy
you don’t smile anymore
You feel you’ve lost all the pieces
of who you once were before
All but given up
a mangled mess on the floor
When struggling becomes normal
you cry more than you laugh
When surrender comes easy
submerged in aftermath
When the wounds become trophies
and you give up the fight
When your choices no longer define wrong or right
When you question your sanity
and take all the blame
When you quit trying to be…
I’m an imposter
I am a fraud
I am the farthest thing from perfect
I swear to god
I am impatient
I’m sometimes a jerk
I wear my feelings on my sleeve
I set myself up to get hurt
I am a dreamer
I love to laugh
I sometimes make jokes at myself
I cover up when I’m sad
I will tell you I’m fine
I will say I am sorry
I will push down my emotions
I don’t want you to worry
I take on too much
I don’t know how to say no
Is it where you come from, maybe?
Is it somewhere that you’ve been?
Or a moment from a time you’ve never seen.
An image lost in memory,
or a story that you’ve heard.
Connected to you with invisible string?
Do you ever think about it,
getting lost inside a picture?
Set the stage, imagine, then simply letting go.
Surrender, disappearing from where you are, to far away.
Somewhere, no one else will ever know.
What’s the scene that captures you,
makes you feel like you’re alive ?
Where do you feel the most like being home?
Happiness, hope, and honesty,
fill the place that I call home.
Hugs and help surround me,
no matter where I go.
Harmony and heartfelt honor
mixed with sincere humility.
Lovely humorous hearts,
make these humans dear to me.
Occasionally one may see fit,
to verbalize observations made.
Other occupants object,
to opinions openly opaque.
Once otherwise peaceful onlookers,
become obstinate and ornery pests.
But, love for one other overcomes
and openness eventually outlasts.
Multiprocessing the magnificent measure-
of my modestly made lineage.
I ponder at the multilayered masterpiece of family.
Motivating me meticulously,
with effortless grace and ease,
Come on in, child, give me a hug.
I’m so glad to have you home.
I have some supper on the stove,
please, help yourself to some.
So, tell me how you’re doing, honey,
fill me in, all about your day.
You know I love to listen,
I sure have missed your face!
It’s true that life gets busy, baby,
. hard to believe how fast time flies by.
You know you’re always welcome here,
I’ll be your mama all your life!
Are you sleeping? You look tired,
is there something I can do?
This house evolved and changed me,
and I have changed it too.
From vacant rooms with boxes,
broken heart consumed with gloom.
I came upon this dwelling,
a safe harbor from my storms.
It offered needed separation,
and four walls to keep me warm.
It’s heart like mine, showed all the signs,
it once belonged to someone else.
It bore the colors of another,
wore their dust upon its shelves.
I too was cold and bitter,
wearing pain like chipped up paint.
No room for any real feels,
needing too, to be maintained.
The floorboards creaked…
My Own Enemy:
— — — — — — — -
If it’s a bad choice,
I’m gonna make it.
If it’s a questionable conversation,
then, I’m sure I’m gonna say it.
If it’s the wrong way,
I’m bound to take it.
I’m all about mistakes and testing sensibility.
I give out second chances,
like salesman gives out deals.
I make decisions on a whim,
like -what to eat for my next meal.
I jump right in, then roll my eyes,
my life’s a gamble, roll the dice.
I forget myself completely,
Slick like Muhammad Ali on ice.