Being In the Moments
My mother believed in prayers, more than my father did
My father believed in tackling his problem with a flask of
White rum, I believed in the moment of things:
They are hidden compartments inside of us, my poetic friends
“Being in the moment” can be a helpful reminder if we understand it in a more expansive way
Perhaps it was true, when someone said to deal with some situation at moment times
I refused to grieve for my dearly departed husband,
Past experience, wouldn’t allowed me to weep at his grave
My lack of dispassion and willful stubbornness.
Did I really love him, did I really forgive him?
Maybe it was the disrespectfulness, I couldn’t forgive,
The truth is quite different. Forgiving an offense empowers the offended. It is to a man’s glory to overlook an offense (Proverbs 19:11)
I can’t change, the past, but I can learn from it, it might prevent me
From walking through a fire, such as that,
I would look at his picture on my refrigerator, and I love him and I hate him
In that same moment, we are surely bedmates
My distance craving, my longing to be held tightly throughout the night.
If a person can fulfill needs for companionship, love, sex or mating, there is a greater chance that the other person will fall in love with him or her over, and over again
Somehow not me, you burn, you affect me deeply,
I have done all of this, and came out the loser, all the time
Love is not for me. loneliness is my captive
I know, I know, I know, loneliness need not to have the final words
Even when the world is against me,
I will shine through, like old ancient Bims
I lost the love of my life due to jealousy,
He lost me because I love him enough to let him go,
I had a breakthrough, I had given up on loving, a mortal again
I rather be alone, than living with them and be lonely,
I was never programed to fail, or stand for foolishness
Yes, call me stubborn, called me high and mighty,
Call me the new modern girl, I will not age like a failure
But with greatness, with relentless pursuit for my happiness,
I deserved this. I know I do, the poet within, know I do
As my online paparazzi stalk me. They need to go ahead
And do their own thing... lol
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