Deception

I once saw a future for us filled with hope
One seemingly blessed by a Pope
But one can not believe all that one sees
Or did my eyes once deceive me?

______

You stay out later and later each day
Keeping yourself far away from me
I try to avoid the fray
Are my eyes still deceiving me?

_____

This isn't my first rodeo
I'm not a kitten stuck up a tree
It may be time for me to be free
'Cause my eyes are no longer deceiving me.

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Darkness

I walk through this dark and lonely world
      My hope is bent and broken
I sit with my spirit all unfurled
      There is so much left unsaid
This is a calm that comes of this
      Waiting here in the dark
It almost seems to bring me bliss
      So cold, so deep, so stark.

Already

Up and down, we turn around
The twisted dance we're in
Am I good or are you bad?
Who knows where we fit in?
More than time is growing old
And filled with weary sighs
I rest my heavy head and hope
That life is more than lies
Calling you in dead of night
Through time and space and pain
Open ears need open hearts
Sending messages in vain
I hope that you might hear my plea
And ask not "where's" or "why's"
Just come and lay down next to me
No need of formal ties

No Words

Standing alone in the crowd
Afraid to enter the fray
Bottled up feelings escaping
Pretending it's all just play
Words no longer express it
Turmoil, terror and strife
Brought on by detrimental decisions
Look what's become of your life
A tragedy born of a comedy
Heroes need more than just hope
When circumstances warrant it
Right at the end of your rope
Time to pull up your bootstraps
Hard at the end of the haul
But everyone's depending on you now
As the prophet who's leading us all

Entertainer’s Widow

Entertainer’s Widow

I have no reason to write

I need only to say

When you are out of my sight

I think of you every day

When you are with me the whole world seems in tune

When we are apart nothing seems to matter

I hope we are together soon

I couldn’t begin to feel sadder

I know your work is needed

The world must know of you

But while your work is feted

I sit at home feeling blue

But someday soon you’ll come home to me

Then all the world will see that you belong to me

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Prisoner

I feel the prison closing in

More caged day by day

Pacing the same track over and over

My confinement has yet to begin

But that word to me implies children

The one cage of which I am free

Just imprisoned by my own body

Not really enough to cause fuss

Frustrated and flustered always

Tired, in pain and alone

My prison is not my own making

I still hope to one day be free

Even though I know it’s impossible

I can always hope eternally

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Till the Universe Stops Breathing

Refreshing sounds call me home

A voice that echoes true

No matter what life throws my way

I still come home to you

Hope when days seems grim

Conscious never falters

A solid rock, firm under ground

Love that never alters

Till the universe stops breathing

Hearts will beat in time

Till the universe stops breathing

I love that you are mine

The Other Path...

Blue so deep it bends toward infinity

Purple so dark it ceases to be

Edge of light creeps towards the horizon

Tomorrow comes with certainty

Crickets begin their nightly chorus

A decide chill fills the air

With rising hopes but shattered spirit

Quiet night fills the solemn forest

Tread wisely here, take your time

It’s a hazardous path you choose

The benefits outweigh the cost

You’re time has come to shine

What is normal?

So I'm trying this new diet, this #paleo thing.  Now, I'm not supposed to call it a #diet.  It's a #lifestyle #change.  And it really is.  I mean so much of the stuff we eat is crap.  I was in the store buying meat and a package of #turkey #sausage had #potato in it.  I mean, REALLY?  I know I'm not going to catch everything and I'm not going to worry if little things slip through but I really will try to do this as hard as it is.  I have noticed a few changes already.  I am having less #digestive issues.  I do feel a little bit more energetic. Hard not to feel better then I WAS feeling, which was rotten.  But the main thing is my memory seems to be improving.  I was sitting in Church today and I had a flash from a long ago birthday party.  I was in eight grade.  I remembered buying a brand new pair of blue jeans for the party, size 14.  I was wearing about a size 38C.  I also remember playing hide and seek in the dark.  The girl whose #birthday we were #celebrating had just moved to a new house. She had previously lived in a twin house, very similar to mine.  We were not close friends but in a same class in a parochial school everyone was friendly.  Now she had a large house in a #private #community (not gated or anything but well to-do).  I had bought my jeans at #K-Mart.  I guess I had a solid upbringing because the one thing I don't remember was ever being jealous.  We all accept the #statusquo if that's all we know.  Once we open #Pandora's Box we have to keep it open and let out the #hope too.

Coin Flip Poems

Everyone holds in them the possibility of being light or dark, hope and 

joy.  Here are two poems that show both sides of the coin, so to speak.

JARS OF CLAY

Jars of clay can’t capture of hearts                  

Hands can’t hold our spirits                            

Break us down to our component parts            

We still retain our specialness                        

In the break of dawn we will rise                      

Our hearts will soar to new heights                  

Every new day we sing new praise                   

Tomorrow brings new challenges                      

                                                                                                               JUST OUT OF REACH     

                                                                                        Reaching for the stars just out of grasp     

                                                                                                    Falling further and further away     

                                                                                                                               I don’t know     

                                                                                                             I keep reaching overhead     

                                                                                                        Knowing they just get away      

                                                                           The stars will align for their own desperate need      

                                                                                                 Needing no help for anyone here      

                                                                                                                    Why should I think       

                                                                                                         That I’m someone special?      

                                                                                                                 I shed one single tear      

Coin Flip Poems

Everyone holds in them the possibility of being light or dark, hope and joy.  Here are two poems that show both sides of the coin, so to speak.

JARS OF CLAY

Jars of clay can’t capture of hearts

Hands can’t hold our spirits

Break us down to our component parts

We still retain our specialness

In the break of dawn we will rise

Our hearts will soar to new heights

Every new day we sing new praise

Tomorrow brings new challenges

JUST OUT OF REACH

Reaching for the stars just out of grasp

Falling further and further away

I don’t know

I keep reaching overhead

Knowing they just get away

The stars will align for their own desperate need

Needing no help for anyone here

Why should I think

That I’m someone special?

I shed one single tear