Father
what does that really mean
never there for me never cared for me
I stood there all alone
Your child your daughter
no protection for me
you not only scared me
you left me with a scar on my face
no pitty no shame I faced the world
as I do now all alone
Does it hurt....yes
Do I care No can't miss what never had
Not uncommon, kids left to fend for themselves
all alone please care for them
Fathers today put it down
cherish your girls
So they will know what it really means to say
Father
I looked and saw a little bird up high,
Being pushed out of the nest, just learning to fly.
With fear and determination on the little bird's face,
It's trying to achieve the moment that's taking place.
The little bird took flight but fell to the ground,
Lay there motionless, then it began to walk around.
Struggling to survive while being by itself,
With great disappointment, the other birds left.
To fend for itself, it started to chirp,
Only to be ignored while its little body hurt.
It tried to fly but had little experience,
Enemies all around; it started feeling delirious.
The little bird started running, hoping its wings would take flight.
To the little bird's surprise, it started flying towards the sunlight.
OLD MAN FOX
Old man FOX in his La-Z-Boy chair
feeding his fuse all day.
Conditioned by hatred and fear,
rotting his brain away.
A hate harvested fear mongered,
MAGA cult minion,
used, abused, and bamboozled,
and spoon fed his opinion.
He's hillbilly born, shamed and scorned,
a social ne'er-do-well.
A narcissistic cover charge
to a special place in hell.
He never learned the social graces.
Left to fend for himself.
He fought to rise, and tried to hide
his background on a shelf.
The more he tries the less he'll change,
irrelevant of class.
Packaged and polished bigotry
Twas taught to him en masse.
His southern charm, meant to disarm,
obsequious and fake.
A since of freedom as pale as his skin
bought by a man on the take.
Darkness falls across the shadowed halls of intimacy she takes her final breath.
She leaps into the murky waters of death, leaving behind her lovely fragrance of beauty, self proclaimed fame and one lonely child.
To fend for himself in this world of massacre. Darkness falls across the shadowed halls of intimacy.
Where are we going with this lonely twisted modern day masscarade called society. We think of others only judging ourselves against what is believed to be our true selves.
Darkness falls across the shadowed halls of intimacy. Intuition so it is said should guide us through. Subconscious then may not be true.
Although race religion culture and creed may tear us apart there is one thing holding us together as human beings.
Love, for love is the battle that will forever be fought but will never truly be won. Love will always burn the flames that ever so stretch the lengths of eternity.
Darkness Falls across the shadowed halls of intimacy.
-Jim Morrison Jr ©?2002
big little strong girl
it's okay...
truly didn't start out that way
from the moment of passage through the womb
the clock of pain engaged
a ticking of pain that seemed never ending
like a lonnnng slow road to hell
driving pain bone marrow deep...
but no one could tell
'cause you hid it well
left on your own to fend for yourself
navigating life like a lost hiker without a compass
having to rely on common sense
and the whispers of a loving Creator
always on your right shoulder
coaching you through the madness
His method forging you through the fire
ascending you to a place of peace and calm
no longer a casualty of passed down ancestral wounds
giving you the gift of forgive and let go
became time to heal
but today still ... you'll stand guard
hypervigilance dies hard
at the hint of a stench of old familiar
you can get triggered
but... rest my dear
I got us from here... my inner child
This was written from the heart.
Never knew it'd come to this.
I don't know where to start.
Mama, your son gotta kind heart!
But every day, the world's telling me to play my part.
From a boy to a man, I had to transcend.
Like a pea in a pot, I had to grow up.
Never once complained when it's time to show up.
I've been scarred, betrayed, and left to fend for myself.
No one's fault but mine, for trust don't get you far.
So I've learned to keep my heart dark, like a tint up car.
And fight it by myself this internal war.
Sorry it took me so long to understand.
The world's doesn't cater for the weak.
That every man's battle is in their own hands.
Win or lose, you gotta stand strong.
And a man's tears are as worthless as a dollar coin.
The older I get, there's thing's I comprehend.
Like family can be your biggest hater, nothing like a friend.
And you gotta answer to God for every sin.
I apologize for not knowing this in the beginning.
Social media
The X-twitter this morning was disappointing it consisted of 60% Musk and 40% Trump bragging about how great they are at winning the battle of saving America from the disaster of paying the poor too much and reducing medical aid to the old who must learn to fend for themselves It is tiresome to see the same triumphant smiles and one wonders if they ever sit down asking if their presence in the oceans of opinions matters do they doubt themselves, are they ever unsure if they might be wrong, is their preening too powerful an impregnable wall hindering them to have souls, drowning in the glare of self-love I pity them should they see themselves for what they are utterly pathetic humans a failure of creation by a god of wroth
I run my hand across my wrist,
The rough scars feel normal under my fingers,
But to anyone else, they would be foreign.
I was a fighter, I had to be,
But everything has its consequences.
Running the blade across my own wrist was mine,
It was the only way for me to feel something.
Since I was small I was forced to be strong,
But a child should not need to be strong.
I wasn’t even 14 and I had to fend for myself,
I had to pick up my broken pieces.
The scars on my body tell that story,
They are reminders of my pain.
I run my hand across my wrist,
The rough scars remind me that I will survive,
I did before, and I will now.
"Through It All" feat. Glenn Hughes - Device
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Left to fend for self, alone
In this lovelorn world
That is when I realize
I be better gone
Wait, I feel so lost
Wait, I love to learn
Wait, I love to live
I stall, I stall to think
What went wrong?
My luck, my muse,
My fortune is that all?
Is one’s life a pity, just
If short of wealth, if
Short of health?
Is that all to worry?
I feel lost for a second
I don’t live for all
I live for my all, I
Forget not the Lord
I am here for His cause
to suffer, I suffer
so I seek Him in myself
I am well governed by Lord
I won’t be gone
As others wish
I am now His wish
I rise to His cause, now
( I feel so charmed, I feel so new, Lord,
I have tidied my mind, I survive)
(I feel so charmed, I feel so new, Lord,
I have tidied my mind, Through it all I survive)
Living in an unwanted world
Tossed to and fro
With heavy breeze breezing
All hope seems lost
Lost in the midst of ravaging storm
Tossing East and North.
Caught amidst the combat of immorality
Weary and scary
Sharpened edges rust,
Once honored chastened.
Caught in the midst of thorns
Egg meant to meet with fragility chastened.
Marauding and parading
No light,no route, no Zeus.
Bright lightening fades,
yellow sun turned dark
Light to the path turn outcast
The cared for left
Leaving the light to fend for himself.
Is the light meant to fuel itself ?
How then shall it bear forth light ?
When day break,night cometh not ?
When night comes with darkness being the author of the day,
Vanishes, ashamed,is an outcast light summoned?
How be it the light comes up
When not fuelled?
Light cometh up but shines not .
When treated right,
Light shines and darkness vanishes
When there is alternative to light,
Is the light not ashamed?
Nothing replaces light for ever.
Even nature cometh and vanishes.
Then,shall light be appreciated but gone.
Of what gain shall it be for both creature?
War made itself felt known
may be through for instance
children hurting one another
or something to such a point.
Now, each man or woman learned
to fend for himself/herself:
First maybe using a stick or stone
and if the conditions warrant
the world would move forward;
still tide rises, tide falls.
Love is now the yearn
we aim to build home, have done here and there
sometimes leading us build huts and sometimes
flat houses?.
Yes, aim to build mansions and pavillions - thus to come
by something on the ways?.
Yes, we will later on use our homes to sleep and rent
and relax and never falter or give up until something
bread is joined with fun in advance?.
I live in a "Methed" up world.
Where the air is thick with smoke,
And the streets are filled with broken dreams.
The smell of chemicals lingers,
As people chase their next high.
Neighbors turn into strangers,
As they disappear into their own highs.
Children grow up too fast,
With parents who are lost in their addiction.
They learn to fend for themselves,
In a world that's full of friction.
Crime rates soar,
As desperation takes over.
Families torn apart,
By this powerful drug that they can't recover.
Homes become labs,
And dealers rule the streets.
Innocent lives are taken,
By this destructive beast.
The government turns a blind eye,
As the epidemic spreads.
Leaving behind a trail of destruction,
And shattered lives in its stead.
I long for a world without "meth",
Where families can heal and thrive.
But until then, I'll continue to live,
In this "methed" up world, barely surviving.
She
Felt some
Emotion
Because she had been
Left orphaned, at age five
Her father died from rabies
Leaving five children alone
To fend for themselves,'til on their own
In the backyard seen
A black squirrel running
The blackbird chasing
A small black squirrel
The blackbird hungry
It is trying to steal
Some of the eggs laid
Blackbird is on guard
Protecting the eggs
The nest on the fur trees
The squirrel no longer
Are fed the peanuts
Now that it is Spring
They must fend for themselves
You dodged my logic
You drove my ego down
You seen my potential
You said hell no I’ll kill it
Childhood upheaval the blame
Mother forsaken your innocence
Resentment; every cutie gotta render
Pay the piper of your hatred,
Your hatred of women existence
Numb to affection like a heroin high
Heroine slave to your cold heartless
Mislaying myself to your inner demons
“Whatever you like” to gain your attention
Bargaining my spirit to accomplish minimum
Minimum of force to catch my woes
Reckless to the idea of my needs
Leaving me in love alone
Left me to fend for your presence
Searching for me…I’m lost into you….
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