Reading Wayne Dyer
You can't expect to draw people into your life
Who are not kind, rude and look from the above
They’re acting cruel, weak and selfish ways
You keep them on the distance, staying away.
You must be what it is that you want to attract
Being yourself in life, just live, not to act.
There is the flipside of that in an attractive way
I found that being a giver is better anyway.
Nov.8/2013
Malcolm
Father ,son ,husband ,poet
Son of Anthony Johnson and Debra Dyer
Loves of poetry ,gardening, bowling, and gothic music
Who feels anxious, excited, and sometimes extremely joyous
Who fears death ,life and solitude
Who like to see all of Europe and Africa
Who resides in Orlando Fl
Dyer
Kendall
Daughter, sister, student and friend
Daughter of Courtney and Malcolm Dyer
Lover of food, television and movies
Who feels hungry, depressed and lonely
Who fears lions, hippos and elephants
Who would like to see a giraffe, Sponge Bob Squarepants and Scooby Doo
Who resides in Orlando, Florida
Dyer
Courtney
Daughter, mother, wife, poet
Daughter of Brenda Horne, Teresa Fowler, Steve Horne, William Stakelin, Ronald Biles
Lover of psychology, classic movies and poetry
Who feels grateful, scared and depressed
Who fears bugs, social situations and death
Who would like to see Laura Ingalls Wilder museums, Paris and Japan
Who resides in Orlando, Florida
Dyer
So cold, concrete heart! Absent soul, unable to love.
Your warm tears only leave me frozen.
Ice flows through your veins
Frosty demeanor, feeding off the vulnerable!
Like a sadistic vampire, draining the energy of naive souls, doomed to sink into your abyss.
Your fangs of poison limit my days as your words ravish my soul.
Everything you touch crumbles, I witness you punch the blood-stained rattle, and I fall
into a loveless void.
Barren of empathy, your actions bring me nothing but hostility.
Tell me again the definition of bliss.
For in this wretched life this fact I have missed
I imagine dying, naked in the snow; you dare not to see
I endeavor in wanderlust, wanting courage to flee.
Yet I am no longer your snow queen; I am fearful and icy.
You offer me no benevolence, solace, or a trace of a happy sensation.
Now I hold my garnished gun, fantasizing of the bloodbath of your obliteration.
Mrs Dyer
on that fateful day
a message I ran through the wire
for I was engulf
in beauties fire
a precious human
warm and gentle
with a smile that lights up the sky
so tell me why have I abused you
turned your days to blue
no one taught me how to love til i met you
so I am in your debt
for what you have given me
I will never forget
and when it comes to a life with you
I have no regretts
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