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If you’re lucky enough to fall in love…to have love enter your life…
from your parents, your friends your relatives, your partner or your wife…
Once you have been blessed …and that seed of love is planted
you cherish every moment……you take not a thing for granted.
For over the years there is a truth…a lesson about love that you’ve learned:
how it feels wonderful it when you give it…and even more wonderful when it’s returned..
And you truly believe that this feeling will forever be extending
never giving a thought that your love story has an ending.
You get so involved in love
in its mystery, its excitement and it’s laughter
that you think the only way your fairy tale will end
is happily ever after.
But when someone you love stops loving you
when they say they’ve had enough
or when a loved one dies…or for whatever the reason
the road turns from smooth…to rough
you find yourself crying and moaning
and you hope
and you wish
and you pray…
because in your heart you know that fairy tales
aren’t supposed to end this way.
Then somehow with the help of your friends,
your siblings, your father and your mother
you discover the end of one fairy tale
can be the beginning of another.
So you jump on your white horse
and with your injured soul
and your heart in need of mending
you turn to the next page of your Fairy Tale…
in search of your happy ending.
A hundred sun's
A thousand tears
10 000 of hope
100,000 loves have passed me by
A hundred times I've sang a song
Of sadness, sorrow and regret
For the loves of mine
I've never kept
For a thousand miles
And across the seas of time
I've long since traveled to the end of life
And rhyme
So when will i be free
To have my love i dream
When will my tears stop their falling.
I've sang the song of chaos long
And hoped that one day that may change
But my lot in life has never been my choice
I've long since been in this world
Where all things don't make sense
The strongest house is made up strong
But the slightest breeze it falls
A house is only strong
When we work as one
The demons voice has oft seduced
My wayward heart with dreams of fantasy
Where is my path gone?
Where will I end up
My path it branches in many ways
Will I ever find my place?
Will I ever be free to love
with one who loves divine.
I lay claim.
To the spaces between your
breaths that hang suspended like
dust in summer glare.
I lay claim.
To the corners ignored, in which
your shadow glides beyond my
feeble reach.
I lay claim.
To the fading spike of your laugh
that leads me through our closed,
unbuilt days.
I lay claim.
To the scraps of us that now stick
and flutter on winter roads that once
stretched for miles.
I lay claim.
To our solid silences that welded blood
to shape, and sewed adoration to final,
absolute pledge.
I lay claim.
To the story written, the history lived and
the dreams that will all be swallowed
whole.
I lay claim.
To these characters, these pages, these
canyons between our lines that carry our
wonderous, dying years.
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These ramblings on life, love, sadness, sorrow, pursuit of happiness
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Expectations by Daisy Eghoroekwuke
Why do I try? Why do I pour so much into love but still feel unwanted?
I pray, I beg, I hope
joyful at an outcome, enjoyable at first,
but they never meet the other side of me.
Then I sob at my loss.
My tears fill up the room; the atmosphere is choking.
When the pain is too much to bear,
will I agree to the downfall the world has lined up for me?
What an easy option.
I put effort into something that is so obvious to crack.
No feelings or emotions were hurt on their side.
But what about me?
“Me?”
No, there is no me to them,
for I’m just another subject of exploitation.
Why can’t someone cry if they don’t see me all day?
Why can’t people enjoy me like I enjoy them?
Why can’t people love me more than I do for them?
Though they may, but not enough.
They find someone else as their other half,
and I’m just there, wondering what happened,
left in the dark.
Just one past chapter, I guess.
Weariness of thinking. frustration.
What ifs fill my mind.
I want to talk more,
but what if they find me annoying?
Texts sent, hours unread.
What if they do it on purpose?
A question I’m too little to answer.
Chatter and laughs from others, I join in and talk to the crowd,
while they look down, uninterested.
Then I start making kissy faces out of disappointment.
Who will leave me hundreds of missed calls
just because they miss my voice?
Who would not focus if I’m not there?
Is there someone out there?
If then, where are you?
Do I know you?
Have we already talked?
Or what if I’m treating you
the way I hate being treated?
Loneliness Won’t Ever Leave Us Alone
Loneliness strikes at the very heart of what compels us
as human beings as we seek love and hope in this life.
The magic majesty of life is, at once, all-encompassing,
yet overwhelming, at times, in the world of humankind.
Loneliness may signal a loss of love and a loss of hope
that all is not what it should or it could be in one’s life.
Over time, the spirit of loneliness that may haunt each of
us in our lifetime can devolve into anger and disillusion.
Loneliness, at times, cries out loudly in the depths of our
human soul, and coping with it may be too much to endure.
Where there is love and joy, there can still be a degree of
loneliness that bespeaks a sadness and despair deep inside.
In the true essence of one’s life, this utter spirit of loneliness
is the ugly companion that all of us confront as human beings.
Loneliness lurks in the shadows of our minds and lies ever ready
to strike in moments of anger, despair, sadness, and forlorn hope.
A feeling of deep sadness and despair may never say why all the
tenderness and love that our souls possess will survive as we cry.
A river of tears will help us as we search for that special love in
this life whilst we know that loneliness won’t ever leave us alone.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved – May 2, 2021
(Couplet)
I called but you did not answer me,
You spoke a language I did not understand.
I reached for you and we touched fingertips,
Then swiftly you moved away.
I loved you well, you loved me too,
But you could not hear my song.
Softly I sang it from across the room.
You looked into the mirror and saw only your own face,
Lips pulled into a straight line across your square jaw.
We built a dream together brick by brick
But in a while, you didn’t see me, standing there behind the wall.
I called, but when I spoke, you didn’t understand.
The words fell like pebbles tossed into the wind.
I laughed but joy was gone
I cried but you couldn’t see my tears.
Years passed like soldiers on parade.
Too late, too late, I hear them cry.
I speak a language you don’t understand.
I loved you well and love you still,
But in a different way.
Like one might love his crutches or his staff.
Yet I know you will never understand.
For you can not hear me when I call,
In my few quiet moments, I always say grace,
a mother first, trying to find my place,
my eyes are tired, every single day,
I’m praying for peace, to come some how, some way.
A co-worker's friendship is definitely great,
I work so hard, yet my bills are still late.
Im trying to juggle the roles, of being both mom and dad,
sometimes crying in bathroom, not wanting the kids to see me sad.
For them I work long hours, trying to make it all alright,
hiding the struggles that haunt me at night.
I want to be enough,
Why is this life so tough?
As a daughter, I wanted to make them proud,
but I suffer the burden of them humiliating me in front of a crowd.
A true love with someone I hope to share,
someone who means it when they say they’ll always be there.
For all that I strive to give, for all that I try,
here comes my racing thoughts,
asking myself why?
I dream of a moment where love holds the key,
to the genuine heart I have for them all,
something I fear they will never see.
Praying
It was just yesterday,
his love was a quiet smile,
embracing the faith, the sigh,
like a heart who can see,
past the ugly in me,
through the expanse of shadows,
pouring over my naked palms,
awakening dreams in a heart,
who is silent,
yet unburdened of doubts,
when will he see…
beneath the worries, the fears,
beyond the softest tears,
where there is a flow, liquid signs,
melting the yesterdays,
as they quietly descend
from the memories bleeding
pouring out darkness,
then grace, then all the light
like his embrace…
wounded by the music,
playing, softly,
in the heart, on the mind,
roaring like an ache in time,
with the stars,
rhythmic, beating,
trembling in gentle beats,
soothing away the past,
as it melts into the shadows…
it was only yesterday,
his love grew quiet, quite silent,
as the heart breathed,
rhythmic words,
healing and hoping,
needless to say, to this day,
he dreams of her,
as the past preys, he prays.
As they walked together, missing her, the daughter asked the dad
“How can the sunrise be so beautiful when I’m feeling so sad?”
How can I find beauty anywhere…in the trees, the birds…the butterflies
when everything is blurry…when tears fill up my eyes?”
“when my world has lost its color…when everything is grey…
when nothing that I see or hear makes my sadness go away?
“This sadness we are feeling,” Dad said…
there is no remedy…
no cure
but the trees, the birds, the butterflies and the sunrise
make it easier to endure.”
We cannot stop sadness from reaching into our lives…
but eventually we learn
If we have love, sunrises and butterflies
our happiness returns.
Her dad is no longer with her
and when she feels sad she smiles as she closes her eyes …
and she thinks of walking with him in the morning…
of sunrises
and butterflies.