The type of abuse that happens on the inside
The victims receive inner scars they can hide
This is an abuse that can be done over and over
From someone that's angry, drunk or even sober
Suspects can vary from a mother to a friend
An emotionally abused heart isnt easy to mend
Its actually very hard for the abused to notice
To please their abuser is all they have in focus
They're told by others to leave the relationship
The mix up of love and abuse keeps a tight grip
Victims make up their minds to make an escape
The abuser causes them guilt some kind of way
The abused want to believe that there is hope
They are being held captive by imaginary ropes
Telling themselves that things would get better
Suspects of emotional abuse are quite clever
They make you think its love when its control
One minute talking sweet and the next very cold
A relationship like this leaves you very confused
Take it from someone like me who's been abused
I know I shouldn’t listen to the sad songs because it makes me think of you but it hits home too
Some days are tougher then others
I begged to be sent another but yet what would that do ?
Would me rebounding with someone else get me over you?
I just want my mind clear of you
Any and everything that reminds me of you I try to run away from
I never thought that I would be so done
So done over you
Damn you made me look like a fool
I still think about the way you once showed your love for me
It makes me happy but then I think about how you constantly intentionally hurt me
That’s when a mixture of sadness and madness comes in
That’s when my anger kicked in
You loved me until you didn’t
You hurt me for the sake of it
You did a good job pretending that you loved me
Yes I still think of you but hopefully with time that will go away
I will be okay
I’m healing and getting myself back
When I do I’ll be so happy that my mind is clear of you
Happiness is a life-caring feature
A feeling appealing and good
Because of the kindness we show to each creature
We know that we live as we should
But every right function is done over time
For the sake of the good that we do
And every tall mountain is such a good climb
For the sake of the summit in you
The service we give to the cause of creation
Is great for the virtue inside
And how we must live for the pause of elation
Reflects on our purpose and pride
But as the by-product of love and success
And not the fulfillment of such
Happiness lives by the wrongs we address
And not as our purpose so much
The purpose of life is to live by our caring
With kindness, compassion, and thought
For joy is fulfillment and subject to daring
To be what our passion is not.
All the mean things are said and have been done over the years hurt. The brown eye girl keeps telling him good bye but he won't listen. He calls her unreasonable. They are using the same pattern over and over again. They tell each other how they feel then one of them pushes the other away. The brown eye girl just wants him to stay away.
Five on the floor, five and more
And they're dancing to the show
One and done, over and won
As the march to madness goes
Game on, and the game is for
Five on the floor, five and more
Taking pains to stay in range
For the game lives in the score
Forty to go, five or more
For the madness knows the score
Five on the floor, five and more
Leaving it all on the floor
Now it’s done, and one moves on
And the one that plays no more
Breaks our hearts, the madness roars
Five on the floor, five and more
In the wake of a ship, one struggles against the surge to get on board.
Falling behind is not an option, to miss this ship, one solely cannot afford.
On occasions, there are undertows attempting to drag you down and hold you back.
The spirit-minded person knows that it’s only old Lucifer trying to attack.
The very first step in acquiring wisdom is to find quality time in silence.
One must illuminate the sirens, the noise the commercials, and the violence.
The second step is to listen with fervent intent.
With an open heart and receptive mind, your time surely will be well spent.
The third step is a good memory so keep your mind clear.
In this quiet place you are not alone, so have no fear.
The fourth step is to practice, for a thing done over and over makes one proficient.
Failures and trials of life sharpen one, as iron sharpens iron,
So when the time is at hand your strength will be sufficient.
One knows that struggling while in the wake; you are on the right path.
Being calm is not a great attribute in life’s tumultuous sea while swimming to victory.
Never give up on the quest of your dream and surely, you will make your mark in history.
Tell your lies, tell more lies
You think you've got good alibis!
Twist the tale it's your big fail
You're no Florence Nightingale
You forget the past, within your grasp
It leaves me standing much aghast
Forgot your lies? That was not wise
Your intent I only can surmise
Take off your mask and drop the act
I operate only on fact
Flip the script - you're not legit
Forget this I think I'm over it!!!
Blue jeans, “Blue” of a hard-working Father.
Blue suits, which exudes ownership and leadership.
Biblical Blue, in a verse, note “that at around God’s throne,"
has some sapphire Blue.
The first heaven seen above, notably is sky Blue.
The “Medal of honor;” color Blue, represents:
Vigilance, Perseverance and Justice.
All of which a very good Father should have or acquire.
True Blue, should be known of all true loving Fathers.
There were exiguous Fathers explores and some as a sailor.
A nautical traverse done over the deep Blue seas.
Men then and men now fulfilling their family's needs.
A notable Father's commissioned service sacrifice deeds.
Lapis, Sapphire, Turquoise has stone colors of Blue.
Some Emblems on flags, forever, flying, free.
Also, to be wearing proudly on a navy Blue arm-sleeve.
In his arms holding baby child for their first bottle milk feed.
A new Father's life, that is now much more real.
"True Blue," a Father with the most zealous of zeals.
No words spoken have weight.
Unless followed up by the action agreed upon.
Spoken white lies to placate,
to justify our inaction,
no harm done over the years?
It's a sign of caring, to apologize for inherent weaknesses and faults, to those spoken lies to.
Forgiveness may be unexpectedly found, not deserved.
Otherwise the harm done over the years,
can be unwarranted guilt,
that may manifest in the minds of the innocent,
When the words spoken to them don't ring true.
And they somehow,
wrongly,
feel some ownership.
THEY WISHED SOMETHING SPECIAL
SOMETHING PEOPLE WOULD WANT
OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
nOT A FANTASY, OR A FALLACY DONE
TO APPEAZE THOSE WHO ARE INVOLVED.
NO: THEY SOUGHT TO eNTERTAIN,
AND
THOSE WHO WANTED TO SEE THIS ENTERTAINMENT
WOULD SUCCUMB TO "THE WAY THINGS ARE DONE!"
OUTSIDE OF PRIDE: BEYOND THE MYTH'S AND STORIES.
BEYOND COMPANY COMPETITION. THE PRIDE OF BEING
MAKES THOSE WHO BELIEVE, THAT WHAT IS RIGHT
WILL NEVER BE WRONG OR OUTDATED!
THAT IN EACH MOMENT THESE WAYS SHALL BE
TRADITIONS DONE OVER AND OVER AGAIN,
IN MANY DIFFERENT WAYS. yOU'LL NEVER
KNOW WHO INVENTED THE CONCEPES OF LOVE,
OR WHEN MODERN DAY ROMANCE WAS CONCEIVED. BEYOND THESE THINGS, AND IN THESE WORDS
FROM PERSON TO PERSON, DONE TO BE SPOKEN OF.
DONE TO BE COMPARED TO. "mIGHT THE WAYS OF MANY
BE THE WAYS OF THESE FEW!"
THAT THESE FEW ARE BEST AT WHAT THEY DO! AND IN THIS BELEIF
I DON'T MIND, PAYING THE PRETTY TICKET FOR ADMMISSIONS!"
Sorrow and heart ache
Rebuffed, rebuked, pushed away
Edging on Nasty
Bad feelings surround and stun
Marriage done, over, kaput
The dark was damp, dank
a clammy scum, clung.
A sticky wet seep, stank.
The tainted tacit touch of skin
was rough, cold and slimy,
not warm, smooth and welcoming.
Our love was rank, dank, done over.
Wrenched, hurt, and suffering
I drown in my tears
No one listens
They just cover there ears.
Exhausted of hiding
And tired of confiding
No one seems to care
Why would they dare?
The pain is too much
How can I handle such?
Its tearing me apart
Feels like a knife in my heart
I hurt so bad
And my heart cries out for love
I just want it to be done; over
Free just like a dove.
All to myself and all alone
Slowly dying inside
All of these emotions
Are just too much to hide.
Washed away the tides pull the sands
Small particles back from the shore
Eroded unkept footsteps tracks
Of passers by are seen no more
The sun the moon bare witness
To this subliminal demise
A natural course followed daily
Ritualistically done over time
All of the Past Delete
Are there actual abilities in your soul?
It remains sinless and always whole;
Things outside of our soul commit sin
Which is done over and over again.
Between soul and sin is a separation
And continues in process of preparation
For us to heaven which we will glide
All else is thrown away and left aside.
The soul is that single, simple thing
God back to Him wants to bring;
All else far away will be caste
As it all becomes part of the past.
About our past, God could care less
So He has instructed you to confess
Sins of burden on body He will remove
And yourself to Him never have to prove.
Why do we become complacent and growl?
Stop praying to God and pitch in towel
All of the answers we soon will know
When to heaven we eventually go.
By then my friend, it never matters at all;
Am now in heaven after hearing God's call
And what He said when me did great,
" You're with me and all of the past delete."
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
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