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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
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.
At work
I slave away
And during the day
I read, I watch
I plan, I dream
Setting goals
Making everything seem
That in a few years it will all come together
But in a few years will all of this matter?
I’m a jack of all trades
But a master at NONE
I slave away
Until the day is done
But for what?
For who?
Am I doing all of this Just to have something to do?
I ask, I pray, I watch
No time for fun
Not until ALL my work is done
In hopes to better my future
In hopes to better myself
Not leaving my dreams to be lived by someone else
I’ve read all the books
I’ve done all the classes
I’ve listened to the masters instead of the masses
7 steps to wealth
12 steps to riches
The “keys”,
The “wisdom”,
The “knowledge”,
The “tickets”.
The tickets to the money train
The keys to the treasure box
I’m overwhelmed by all this “want this” & “want not”
Who am I?
Who will I be?
I guess only God can look in and see.
Maybe I’m overlooking all the important things
Maybe my “riches” aren’t exactly what they seem
Maybe it’s love, patience, giving and kindness
Maybe its overcoming life’s struggles, chaos, and madness
Maybe it’s in the strength of my mind over the dismay of the world
Maybe it’s in my parenting of my sweet, baby girl
All this time I thought I had failed
I thought my ship to success had already sailed
I thought I was a jack of all trades and a master at none.
But my kid said, “No, Mom, you’re wrong.
You’re a master at one.
You raised me right, you raised me well.
You’re a great mom! I can tell.”
Whoa, well people do say
You can’t buy happiness
And I’m one of the few
That believes this is true.
For all the work, learning, and adding action to plans,
I’ve found that I’m rich in character, integrity, and helping my fellow man.
So I stopped thinking of all this “wasted” work I had done over the years
I realized that through the blood, sweat, pain, and tears
That my efforts, dreams, and goals weren’t in vain
Instead of money, homes, cars and other material things
I got something that money cannot buy,
A daughter
Beautiful, smart, and wise.
Yes, I’ve mastered something
And this something is great!
And here I thought it was way too late!
Yes, I’m a jack of all trades
But now I’m a master at ONE!
In all my years
I’ve become a great mom!
I’m truly a success
Because of you Jess!
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!"
You know
There are times when I wonder
There are more times I blunder
In this grand stage, with tomorrow
I turn yesterdays page
And write another passage in my life
Another twisted attempt at sanity
Another stab at freedom
One more try at understanding
Instead of reprimanding
Plain and simple
Pure and true
Everyday is getting hard to see through
Everyday is just what it is, another day
Someone dies by another’s hand
Someone’s raped, mutilated, mugged, murdered
Ripped off, pissed on, pissed off
Sliced, diced, cut, quartered, canned and killed
Did I miss anything ?
Probably more than I care to know
Isn’t anyone bored with death yet
It’s been done, many times over
Or are we shooting for overkill
Who knows
I know that nobody cares, as long as it doesn’t affect them
How can you ignore this chaos
How can you not see this madness before you
Do you feel helpless ?
Are you helpless ?
Hopeful, hopeless, pathetic or a predator
A doer or a done over, a loser or a lifer
Look at your story and see if you want it to be told
I fear for the world and the judgment that awaits all of us
Eric (and sometimes not)