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Her heart has turned to glass
Broken shards that stab her from within
Lost in her sea of sorrow
She hardly feels the tears pouring from her soul
Melancholy reigns, marring her mind
She drowns day after day in her ocean of worries
Smiling, when there's no end to her problems
To whom can she open up?
Who really knows her real state?
To whom can she share her regrets with?
Who will pull her up from this dark depression?
This chasm that seems to consume her?
This chaos that runs amok, ruining her?
This speechless pain that silences every other thought?
Who can cure her heart?
Glue those shattered pieces back into one whole?
Take control of her lachrymose life?
Comfort her, hold her when she needs it the most?
WHO...?
Is there no hope?
Is there no answer to her cry?
Is there no rope for her to hold on?
Why does life have to be so hard?
SHE LAUGHS...
Art deco is classy and sassy, chic and slick
Reminding me of that detective Tracy, Dick
With her square edges and her swirly q’s
Which no other art form could get confused
Art deco is a style that is classic and forever
I have tried to emulate it, do not get it right, ever
her sleek lines and her seductive vases and vials
can get this artist smiling appreciation for miles
Art deco is not easy to describe, but once understood
you recognize it instantly, as only a connoisseur could
I admire and respect her, she is a style of her own
Luckily, I have acquired a few pieces, they are in my home.
Not everything that we love is the best thing for us. Such is the case with people who aren't very sociable.
Also, a request by one to be left alone might be an opposite request to pay attention to him. Not all of us have the ability to
request assistance. But even if "Leave me alone" is a genuine desire, sometimes, our better judgment might compel us to do otherwise.
I believe that we were created to be sociable and not isolationists. Two decades ago, I was that person who wanted to be 'left alone'.
I did not say those words, but every part of my body wore the sign. Most people saw the sign, read it, and granted my desire to be left alone.
A few were more aggressive and dared to pursue me for various reasons. I think that they were decerning enough to risk my elusive and resisting
attitude. Perhaps they detected a missing piece of my puzzle within themselves and felt an obligation to step forward with that piece, making
me a more completed person. It's interesting that at least five people stand out who refused to leave me alone. Four of the five are now deceased, but
before their demise, they placed valuable pieces in my life's puzzle and played unique rolls of character building in my life.
111021PS
Flood Tides .
RIVERS of LOVE
Along many a bank, rivers of love did flow
grasping pieces of broken, decaying branches, twigs, leaves and know,
carried down stream - within them - are the memories that show,
once there were dreams of love that lived within, never to grow.
Dreams, Autumn has been guiding towards the arms of old man Winter.
A journey Dreams, Mankind, Mother Nature, takes and must,
in the end, let go of, let metamorphose into specks of Dust.
An energy to take wing and soar into becoming The Light.
Dream, desire, obsession, rivers of love, all will take flight,
climb towards the heavens, past romantic stars and out of sight
B.J."A" 2
August 31st 2009
If I Were Your Love
Val,
Long ago we were in our twenties
We were a beautiful couple
Our life was gifted
And your father wrapped a house
Upon our marriage
And I thought the table was set
However, there was no candlelight
Or silverware between us
Only my eyes that teared
And your cold heart, and promiscuity
The puppy eyes that I adored turned into a wolf
Escaping, prowling, wandering
For you took that fork in the road
And dished to the other side
Our vows, our gifts, our future
You unwrapped in your new lover's lap
You ran, you ran, you ran
To the hillsides and to your greener pastures
For you found your sheep and wool
And though I was far away, I could hear your howl
Your call of the wild tore me to pieces
Then one day you came crawling back
Your eyes were like puppies
This time my eyes turned to wolves
I looked for the last time
And the words came out of my mouth
Like freeing doves racing from Hell
"If I were your love I would never do what you did to me"
With my face not showing it, but my insides crying
I walked away
5/1/23
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We live in time,
We coexist with the unseen,
Or rather, the unseen coexists with us,
We are on a journey guided by our souls.
Time nurtures us.
We blossom, and at times we struggle with our existence.
We incorporate the grafted pieces,
Shielding the light of our souls.
We live to fight,
Pulling ourselves from the clutches of darkness.
We journey toward redemption,
Learning from our rises and falls.
Nature speaks to us;
It wants to aid us in discovering ourselves.
It seeks to assist us recover,
Living is a gift unwrapped by time.
April 22, 2025.
She was beauty, softness and she was grace.
She was loves maintained, ever giving face.
She was forgiveness in gesture soothing pace.
She trimmed my self-worth with maternal lace.
She was my one dependable home place.
Forever, I will gratefully bear her trace.
Since her late fifties, she has shown much change.
No longer is joy or logic found in her campaign.
She clutches bitterness to allow its reign,
as though bitter be her only lifetime gain.
She seems to fist, produce and seed blame.
She taints the past with cruel words that stain.
How I miss and desire the woman I knew!
She guided me as I grew and after, too.
I long for the laughter that would ensue
whenever we gathered alone, just we two.
I cry for the woman I always turned to
whenever I was joyous, confused or blue.
She is my beloved Mother, and she is not.
My best attempts fail as her remedy sought.
I break in dark pieces seeing her so caught
in the bitter web of resentment’s sick plot.
I know not if karma fated her this distraught
or what spirit truth might loosen her knots.
What is it called?
When thousands of bats
Come pouring out the mouth of a cave
For the black gold of sunset?
Like that
The late autumn leaves tear from their branches
In a spooky warm gale
Misplaced this Halloween night
Buries the party of cars parked on the street
For the last three days of vigil
Tending to 100-year-old Lillith
Next door
Her bedroom window 30 feet from me
Where I stand in short sleeves
Amazingly
This time of year
I too wait for news
As I watch the tree tops crumble
And the puzzle pieces of starry sky
Connect their arms and fill the gaps
Creamy river Milky Way
Maybe they are holding Lillith’s hands
Asking her questions about the beyond
And knowing Lillith
She’s ignoring them all or mumbling
Oh yes yes
Peering outdoors through her curtains
Listening to my wind chimes
Ding
Like a harbored sailboat’s mast
Lashed by its pulleys and hoists
Nothing left of Lillith’s sail
Of course it would be a wind like this
On a magical night like this
That carries her away in its arms
Over the roofs and pumpkin streets
To the new October stars.
There is no victory in killing
bombs can't destroy a soul.
You can't ride your rot to heaven
so, you may as well do good-be gold.
Virgins shy away if you're dressed
in someone else's flesh and bone.
To be kind is to be a true king-just takes a little patience.
(to unwind the heart that is).
At first, just pretend that orange is a grenade,
Toss it to the first hungry enemy you see.
They'll give you a wildflower handshake
or a buck-strong smile back.
Now watch them walk a little straighter
wearing the rind of hope,
down burning tire street-
After a while you won't have to pretend. ,
It'll just be a piece of your sterling heart
in which to give away.
Where you're from won't matter-
neither will the color of skin.
Which book breathes life into you won't matter-
The simplicity of kind words and deeds.
Your gift will become the occupiers of your mind
the only occupiers in your life...
Lying in a warm oasis
listening to bird songs,
nibbling dates
sipping pieces of heaven.
Dreams do come true
Have you ever dreamed
Do you ever dream
That you can do whatever your heart desires
No matter how hard it seems
Do you ever see
In your vision
That you've made the right decision
We are learning as well
Find a way to excel
Find a way to succeed
Find out what works
Then, put your mind to it
Come on, let's work
Let me tell you
Dreams do come true
You can fulfill them
It's up to you!!!!
Nothing comes to a sleeper but a dream
A dream
Wake up
Go and get it
Have Goals
Look at yourself
You are in control
Pick up the pieces
Make yourself whole
Look at your future
It's in your hand
Don't let anyone stand
Stand in front of your dreams
You can do it by any means
Just pat yourself on the back
Keep focusing and stay on track
Let me tell you
Dreams do come true
You can fulfill them
It's up to you!!!!
Dream everyday
Then make it a reality
Dream everyday
Then make it a reality
Keep God in the midst
And you will see how much you will bliss
Let me tell you
Dreams do come true
You can fulfill them
It's up to you!!!!
Written by:Concetta Hardnett
06/15/2023