Long Lifehouse Poems
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Looking at his house
He sees nothing special
A pile of wood and sheetrock
Bigger than others
But he owes more than it’s worth
His house is underwater
A term he doesn’t understand
In real speak the house belongs to the Bank
To the brokers and the lawyers.
Wanting a piece of the American dream
He misrepresented himself
Taking crumbs from the table
So to speak
Fudging a number here
Adding a zero there
The smart money said it was alright
Don’t worry they told him
Everybody’s doing it.
He and his wife were barely making it
Hoping just to hang in there
Things would get better
They kept telling themselves
But it was too good to be true
The economy went south
Things went wrong
Lost a job
The bills piled up
He and the wife stopped talking
Broke, he feels pushed aside.
There are two sides to every lie
And in this one
There’s a bill somewhere
That’s long overdue
And so my friend
It will have to be paid by me and you.
I see how people live
in their glass houses...
and life doesn't seem so hard...
Sometimes I think
that people should see
outside of their own world
how the world really looks
from the inside of me,
from inside my glass prism
the glass house of cards
that's me...
And that they should feel,
what it is like...
and they should know,
that laughter masks my pain,
and that maybe they could care,
if they ever looked
outside their glass houses...
And then they would know
how really hard it is
to be me...
and not just them...
to be me...just for today...
In my glass house...
The glass house that is me.
( November 10, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
“What hurts the most was being close,”
remembering us as we were,
though I'm not feeling the sage moon,
nor pearl raindrops that kissed my soul.
Now I waltz to tuneless songs as~
what hurts the most was being close,
while failing syllables of love,
and “I can't find the words”to rhyme.
Maybe,”I couldn't make you see it,”
how stars in my eyes sang your name.
What hurts the most was being close,
but, drowning in your lake of lies.
“Your heart was glass, I dropped it,” so
here I swirl beneath skies of tears
forlorn memories and I, as
what hurts the most was being close.
Songs used;
1- what hurts the most was being close ~ Rascal Flatts, what hurts the most
2- but I cant find the words ~ Lady GaGa , remember us this way
3- I Couldn’t make you see it ~ Lifehouse, Blind
4- Your heart was glass, I dropped it ~ Taylor Swift, Champagne problems
I woke up this morning and sit here with tears in my eyes.
Her seeing me came as a big surprise.
She has no idea who I might be.
Plus some kind if proof she demanded too see.
she wants me to find the people in her past.
The ones that in this life no longer last.
Asking me to take her back home.
To the house where her and my nephew lived alone.
That house house over 20 years ago.
It's been torn down and all I have are pictures to show.
She talks to that lady that no on else can see
And the boys are always here to some degree.
This is the worse part that we have finally hit.
This day I am not sure I can take.
Starting off with tear as I wake.
Into this day can I make it all fit
Because today stronger I can't seem to get
So I sit there in this room crying alone and venting to you
You can bet this has all taken me by surprise
I have never woke up with tears in my eyes!
An Uncle Charlie Original
© 2010 unclecharlie