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You have stolen a part of me that is vital in living day by day. A part of me that you
have extracted that I need to function as whole, you have captured. Did you trick me
in loving you with all my heart, a heart that is already mutilated. A heart that is
already in fragments. Why did you capture my heart with your sweet words and
your wonderful deeds. Now you turn your face from me, leaving me grimacing in
pain. I still love you because I don't really now if you have trick me in loving you or
you genuinely loving me . In my heart, I now the latter is true, but crisis has
surrounded me like fortress. It has distort my heart. I am hurting and I can't see any
comfort in sight. Did you trick me Father or you testing me. I am failing because all
my vital force has gone from me. I no longer feel the rhythm of my heart - a heart
that is loving you, and you are not showing me love.
I stand amongst the shadows where the light and dark divide
In a struggle for my sanity Pandora's box has opened wide
Madness calls me forward whilst defiance holds me back
Am I just another wanderer who falls between the cracks
One forgotten breath tipped the scales of my defense
To the court of justice here present, I let slip the veil of my pretense
Inside stirs turmoil, confusion and pain
Outside I drown in the tears of rain
Breath once forgotten, the heart missed a beat
Into solitude and loneliness went forth my retreat
Scared of the promise, afraid of denial
Love are you my friend or my deadliest rival?
Breath, one, forgotten not gone
Breathing in courage, I know you are the one
Strength come to settle, find a home in my soul
Rebirth of belief out of depths of unwhole
Forgotten one breath, do I remember to breathe
Do I stay and fight for this beauty
Or crumble to pieces and leave
Do I relight the fire of the flame I blew out
One forgotten breath stirs within me
And cries let me out
My shopping excursions to the local marts are very rare indeed.
My dear spouse does the shopping, I only go when in dire need.
I have no interest in fostering the foreign imbalance of trade,
Therefore, when I shop I want to buy things American made!
Why, nowadays one can tour the world and go on a shopping spree,
Without leaving the county or crossing the billowing sea!
Since most things come from The Czech Republic or Paraguay,
The Peoples Republic of China, Japan and even Uruguay!
I can live sans everything French, especially their cheese and wine.
California wines and Wisconsin cheeses suit me just fine!
I'm desperately trying to find a locally-owned shoe store,
Where I can buy American shoes, not those assembled in Ecuador!
Alas, my turkey for holiday repast is imported from Old Mexico.
I'd much prefer that it be bred and reared here in Colorado!
Can anyone tell me where I can buy American made attire?
Seems all the labels read, "Made in Laos, Thailand, Belize or Eire!"
The plethora of stuff continues to invade our sacred shores,
Inundating the shops and marts, overflowing their cash drawers.
Even the paper upon which I scribe was made in a place called Texas,
But I reckon I can brook that, since with them we have a tenuous nexus!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Is there such thing as happily ever after?
What a mess I have created
Is this mess worth the price I'd pay
to find happily ever after
Already proved I ain't much of a father
Can I just walk away?
Can I live a life
with only seeing half of you play?
Only see you on the weekends
would you still love me the same?
So scared if these feelings
Might be nothing more than pain
Is there such thing as happily ever after?
What a mess I have created
Is this mess worth the price I'd pay
to find happily ever after
Sick of getting kicked in the teeth
even if its to put me my place
Some times I take out my pain
Can't stand to look at your face
All these years of biting my tongue
All these years of holding back
All this time spend wondering
Can I keep this train on the track
Is there such thing as happily ever after?
What a mess I have created
Is this mess worth the price I'd pay
to find happily ever after
Form:
Wheres the inspiration that I am looking for tonight?
Why do the thoughts not come until I'm ready to turn out the light?
Then they all begin knocking on the door of my mind,
begging to come in and entertain me one last time.
Sometimes things are whirling and in a great big mess -
sometimes I can't deal with it all, its jsut too much stress.
So I block it out or at least I try,
but man, sometimes the thoughts are so much stronger than I,
and they knock me down, they take me out
so I continually have to find a new route.
There's so much to say and yet no way to express it, so much to say but words are hard to
find unless it is something that makes no sense, such as this right now...I'm in such a jumble
and I don't know how...and so I continue to look for the inspiration that should come.
So another night passed and I've said nothing still - even though I've filled this page.
Form:
Some things are sent to try us
That's how the saying goes
But some things like to try too
hard
And so the problem grows.
A problem shared is a problem
halved
Another timeless one
But what to do, when you feel
bad
And all the sharings done?
God give me strength
Is one that makes me laugh
Because wouldn't it be nice
If we only had to ask?
So how do we deal with
problems
When we can't see the wood
for the trees?
Do all the bad things, like the
good
Always come in threes?
Good things in small packages
So bad things in the big?
You'll only get in deeper
If all you do is dig.
Don't fix it if it's not broken
But your broken isn't mine.
How do these sayings work
If we don't fall in line?
All we need is people
Those that really care
Because then you don't need
cliches
Just a moment that is spare.
Form:
The clock is ticking
one, two, three
my heart is beating
one, two, three…
if only my thoughts
would tick
like the clock
or perhaps beat
like my heart…
I wish it was not stagnant,
in one place,
immovable
I should not fear
being on my own
I should not be scared
of my thoughts…
if only I had the comfort
of knowing
what’s going to happen
why do I allow fear
to keep me in bondage,
prevent me from living
I have lost control
giving into doubts
second guessing my every move
this is not me
this is not what I planned
I never intended to
doubt my abilities or my strength
bring back the yesterdays
when there were no questions
when there were no doubts
and no fear…
© Copyright 2010
I locked away all thoughts of you,
In a safe, I tried to let go of the key
But it stuck to my hand,
Refusing to let me be...
Like the memories they became distant
But some days out of the blue
They would be so vivid again...
Like I could pick one at random
And the scene would replay in my head
As if it happened yesterday...
We drifted apart but in a sense we drifted together.
The things that drove me away
Somehow brought me closer...
The key that closed the door
Also unlocked the memories,
Opened fleeting moments of yearning,
A past that should not be my future...
I want to slip away,
Downstream if possible,
But the river has changed direction
It is flowing upstream
Closer to the person
I need to get away from…
*another sleepless moment :)*
24/02/2011
Last night I raised a glass to you, a toast to love and hate
To love I thanked her for her touch, and to hate for coming late
I smiled softly to myself, and poured another glass
Under the influence of the wine, the memories flooded back
We really had a special bond, so tight, how did it break?
Thats the point tears filled my eyes, and another sip I'd take
Fondly I recalled, the lovers pillow fights
The times that you would pull me close, and say "leave on the lights"!
I held on to my pillow, pulled the blankets around me tight
Thats when I got the thought, damn I wish he were here tonight.
Another glass of alcohol, sedation for the brain
Numbs the truth of common sense and let's 'sentimental' reign.
I was melancholy baby, but not enough to call
This glass helped me to reminisce, but not forget it all
I wonder are you with her? was she everything you thought?
Her kiss made of heavens scent, the flavour that you sought?
Tonight I'll drink another bottle, and reminisce again
There has to be a better way of blocking out this pain
I know I'm getting stronger, and you can't bring back what's past
But for now I find my comfort at the bottom of the glass.
If he forgets my birthday
I’ll never talk to him again
Even though he’s always thoughtful
And surprises me now and then
Now I’m over thirty
I wish I was still ten
If he remembers my birthday
I’ll never talk to him again
I hope he brings me flowers
And sings our old love song
I’m sure it will never happen
He’s always so damn wrong
Now he brings me flowers
And sings the same old song
I don’t know why he does this
He’s always so damn wrong
If he plans our vacation
I hope it’s something new
I hate going to the same old place
And doing what we always do
There he goes again
Planning something new
Why not go to our same old place
And do what we always do.
A woman’s prerogative to change her mind
Man has no choice but to lose his.