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A SEASON DISCREET
Summer comes and goes, I know
Perhaps I just missed it, this year
A season that hardly differs here
Slow to appear, and is soon to go
Summer arrives yet leaves so fast
Rarely ever in any mood to linger
Autumn merely has to lift a finger
And daily sunshine is gone at last
Summer again just came and went
Daily heat barely lasting a few days
And exceptionally, it might amaze
Yet soon all of its warmth is spent
Summer, thought the ideal season
It’s love and laughter, kids at play
For some, too soon to pass away
Yet it has both rhyme and reason
Summer, a memory that is fleeting
Nature, with the bounty of spring
It may think that it has everything
Perhaps only a heart that’s beating
It’s your love
That causes me to gasp,
Trembling within
Because you know me
Like the shadow knows the light,
Like the autumn knows the gathering,
Like the dewdrops know the gentlest kiss…
It’s your love
That seems to smile,
Answering all my doubts
With assurance that you’ll always be…
The acceptance, the warmth, the sensitivities,
Who bring out every smile, each dream
With a kindness that overshadows my fears,
A music that restores all my faith in what is real,
Teaching me to give without conditions,
To live like it’s the last time for me to clearly see…
The wonder of a love that is so authentic,
A love that resembles everything
I’ve ever dreamed love could be!
It’s your love
That encourages me to see
Past the doubts, the darkness, the despair
Into the realms of sweetest peace,
A place where your love has the capacity,
Preparing me to give my adoration, my sincerest gift
Love that shines hope into the smile,
Love that brings music to the song,
Love that reaches into the depths of the heart
With a beautiful belief that tells the story of what it means…
To love with a wonder that loves unconditionally!
I have been struggling from daybreak to find a way to go through the gate. Every path that I take, it leads me back to the old broken gate. The pavement on the road looks fine so we venture out on the road of the divine but everything on the road was still and dust was rising up from the back of the hill. We venture on the road of the divine but the path to the goal was way out of line and so we wipe away the sweat from our faces and took a deep breath, we adjust our steps and kept going.
Morning rise with the sun by our side and nature as our guide, as we journey on the road of nowhere conquering that age old fear. Many people are traveling on this road with stories that are untold, but faith keep them marching on the road that leads to nowhere. We manage to make it to the sea where the temperature was below a hundred degrees, the sea was calm, emotion was still and the path that lies above the hill was steep, but just as we were about to board the ship something cause the ship to twist and the quiet moment slowly fades away and a sudden turbulence cause the ship to drift away further from the sea.
A sudden force catapults the ship into the sky, and it was that very hour that I should have died, but something in the middle of the sea, favors me and kept the ship smooth sailing on the sea. The road you are on leads to nowhere, the road you are on, cannot win the race, the road you are on keep spinning you around, the road you are on keeps dragging you back into the ground and the road you are on cannot get you out of the town.
Go back to the original map and find where the “bucks” stops, make a U- turn and you will stop spinning listlessly around, and if that doesn't work make several pivots at the dangerous spots and that too will prevent you from falling into the trap. The road that leads to nowhere ends up nowhere. Get your things together for this time we are going somewhere.
I miss you.
I miss us.
I miss everything we were
And everything we did together.
How did we change overnight?
I thought what we would last longer than this.
Not forever
But definitely not just four months.
Actually it may have been more than that if we add the time we weren't together
But I still loved you.
Six whole months.
Turns out six months is nothing to you
But just a fling.
But did you ever ask me what it meant to me?
To me,
It meant so much more than just a fling.
It meant the whole world.
I did things with you I've never done with anyone before.
But non of that matters anymore does it?
You hurt me
But at the same time,
Noone could ever hurt me more than I can hurt myself.
I'm the one who confronted you with my feelings
And now I'm paying for it.
You hurt me,
But I still miss you like a foolish little kid.
There is a time when everything stands still,
When life's biggest moments
Are up close and ever so real
You take my breath away with all your sex appeal
When your eyes meet mine its a really big deal
You really know how to make this man squeal
I was hoping that you would be interested
In just how I feel
Oh baby if you really knew
How much of a thrill you would fulfill
Life with you makes my heart feel so true
It's not possible for me to sing the blues
Not when my eyes are full of all of you
All of this because I'm so in love with you,
As your love surrounds all parts of me
I can foresee total reality
That sets our hearts free
To be on an amazing love journey
How all of this makes us feel
when time stands still
And everything is so real
This much we can agree
Together we are so happy to be
Living life's opportunities
It's crazy unreal how you make all of this feel
Life is one big chance that leads us
To that special romance
When our hearts begin to dance,
And time stands still
As we realize our life together is forever
And so very real
#Please_wait_a_moment
Please don't rush to here where I stand, the flames still rages, I fear you might suffer blisters,from fire you lit not, please don't ask why for I might respond with tears, these floors may flood, you need not be here to drown. Please wait, this door behind me still refuse to close, I need time and strength to pull it into its right hinges, so I can correctly turn towards your direction
Please don't trust me, I need to trust myself first , please don't love me, I need to learn again how to love myself first, please wait just this moment, I need to learn first how to wipe first my tears before I can wipe yours too, please I need to make sense of my own thoughts, my own emotions, my own feelings, for everything still rough and formless, it's a mess, you need not to witness, please wait
Please don't rush me, for I may trip a fall, and fail to stand up again, for my bones having fell more , please don't ask me too much questions for I may choke in answering some and start loosing my breath and tears mixing amid, please allow me to breath, to sigh and most to heal, so my wounds won't be contagious to you, please wait, I plea
Please walk slow towards where I stand, these rough patches around me, need a spade first to be cleared, so you be not prickled by thorns you planted not. Wait! just a moment, rush not to love me, it's all broken pieces , all bones and blood gathered on my chest, it's all still a fresh crime scene, please wait, I beg
#Poetic_Ink
Empathy
By Dustin Branum
So, keep up with me:
In order for one to give a f**k
one must have a f**k to give.
So, one must’ve got f**ked
to have a f**k to give.
Someone had to get f**ked
for the rest of us to give a f**k.
If it wasn’t for the first f**ker that got f**ked—
the one f**ker that actually gave enough f**k
to take a f**k, to have a f**k to give.
Everything we know of all existence
evolves around a f**k-show of empathy.
If it wasn’t for one that gave a f**k enough
to have empathy,
thus born: i-human.
Getting f**ked to have a f**k to give
so we can all give a f**k together
Instead of being f**king f**ked.
So the question is, if you don’t give a f**k,
and if they don’t give a f**k,
and you don’t even give a f**k if they give a f**k...
Then who the f**k gives a f**k?
Well, I do.
Today I danced around my rose garden
as I typically do
enjoying all the varieties of colors
all remaining true
But today something wonderful happened
as the birds, butterflies and bees
lead me to the corner of the garden
to see what I couldn’t believe
It was a single rose
in the color of pure honey
it was so beautiful and smelled so fresh
Everything about it was so sunny
It’s stem did not have any thorns
which was strange to me
It seemed to be welcoming me
and wanted me to see…
That beauty can be found in difference
as to be like others need not be
and true friendship can be held together
if one so much believes
”...things come in three…”
before I look to TV
my stomach sinks
at the idea already
perhaps more news
to darken my day
watch the tide grow
in stains of decay
another horizon
as Atlantis rising
can it be?
”...don’t scare us…”
why, so we can care.less?
and if you don’t think
I’m pro.human
then it’s you
that should come
to the shoreline
hear the innocent
die in the ocean
watch a child cry
from convenience
stores that supply
dried food in a bag
”...here kid…”
have a mc.nugget
moms busy
and so is dad…
we’re working
like we’ve never had
because we don’t
and you won’t either
because there is
no hope for better
so swallow our
rant and our shant
with more want
because the world
is going to sh!t…..
.....
stop it.
unacceptable vent
smells of a slick I cant
oil that soils more
then a gaping vent
designed to crush
our will and intent
fight back…
explore unknowns
rethink the world
how we live
how we ‘own’
rethink
how we learn…
”...grow something…”
for a heal.thy.body
reinvent the weheal
rein in the ‘repent’
learn to value smart
a heart unspent
rethink…
everything.
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Form:
My parent left me their home when they passed, in much needed-repair.
I restored the attic into an office, hugging bookcases against the walls.
Aging darken ember, creaking wood floor that had been left bare.
A musty odor still lingers in the old leather bound books.
I'll always have both my parents in my heart and will preserve my mother's looks
and will keep them there 'til my days are few with often recalls.
Behind my desk hardly concentrating, silently sitting
focused on a letter I found in an old book. The letter
was addressed to me, from my mother. I can see her knitting
the words, "When God gave you to me He knew I would need you, Shaw."
The musty odor of the letter prickles my nose as I draw
it up closer to read. I miss her and the times we spent together.
5/10/2018
I couldn't resist to place a letter my son wrote and posted on Facebook for Mother's Day
Bo Roper? to Eve Roper 5/13/2018
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Happy Mother's day to the most amazing sweet kindhearted woman I know. You have been through so much in life and you have always been a rock. You stay strong for others not just for yourself because what matters to you the most is everyone else around you. I have never seen a bigger heart like yours and no matter if someone takes advantage of it you never stop being who you are and I have always admired that about you. Love you Mom more than anything and I know having to put up with me and your other son's sometimes is not the easiest I thank you for everything that you have been for us. Love you Mom Happy Mother's Day!!!!