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1st date was at the movies
When I saw you it was like a movie
Thoughts romantically moving
In slow motion
My words driving to Fast and Furious tripping over themselves
I still remember that feeling from the beginning, like 50 First Dates
Memories hugged between suspense and bliss, live rent free in my dreams
Some are searching for that warmth again, but I don't have to
The cold goes away every time I look at u
We slow dance in the middle of the street in La La Land
Slow dancing to Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist with you is a forever vibe
Everytime we go to buy groceries, let's slow dance in the middle of the store aisle
Fast forward through the distance and time
I'm crying seeing you walk down the aisle
We hold hands through the vows
It still feels like we are at the movies, Deja Vu...take a bow
The way you smile, mmm something about the way you smile
I know I'm sorry is not enough to pick up the pieces but I'm trying to do better and I hope you can see
I work long hours so we can spend long hours on the beach
I want to provide for our family
It just the beginning but I have the end in mind
Stress and the grind, communication and time
I know I have to be vunerable but I'm still learning how
How to walk each step with you and not be too proud to do everything on my own
No longer on my own, even though I act like it sometimes
I am ashamed of myself sometimes, or the self you see sometimes
I'm trying to be patient but the frustration causes me to move too fast sometimes
I'm not trying to leave you behind, I get beside myself at times
Two year anniversary in 2020 and the growth had certainly come with time
I know it's hard to see right now but one day we will see it, the same way I see you, and the same way you see me
Plain as day but our future is as bright the stars that I sleep under in my dreams
Stars that reside in your eyes
Stars as beautiful as diamonds with the warmth of twilight
And we will do it all together as a family under God
Together we are the best team, so when we argue remember we are on the same team
I love you more will forever ring
Like the rock on your finger
My feelings for you will linger
After the ending credits
Never forget this
P.s. I love you...
Hate is a sharp inheritance.
I did not ask for it.
It grew in me like a second skeleton—
not born, but built
in the blue-lit silence after fists,
in the wreckage of rooms where my name was a curse
and my voice was a threat to authority.
My family—
a word that still makes my mouth taste like pennies—
taught me that love was conditional,
a ledger of wounds and withholding.
They told me I was nothing,
and I believed them,
until I learned that hatred could speak louder than grief.
I wore it like a crown.
No, like barbed wire—wrapped tight,
a defence that cut me while keeping others out.
I hated them so much I began to look like them.
And then I hated myself.
I set my life on fire to stay warm.
Ashes don’t judge,
and pills don’t ask where you’ve been.
Cocaine doesn’t care who you are.
It just opens its arms
and lets you forget.
I disappeared into alleys,
slept in the spaces between streetlights,
made deals with men who had eyes like broken windows
and promises stitched with rot.
I stole. I lied. I bled on floors that had no memory of me.
I called this freedom.
But it was just exile with better lighting.
I was dying—slowly, quietly,
like a candle in a room with no air—
and no one noticed.
Except the hate.
It always noticed.
It whispered, “Good.”
It wasn’t redemption that saved me.
It wasn’t a miracle.
It was exhaustion.
One day, I just got tired of being hollow.
Tired of the rage swallowing my name,
tired of the story they wrote for me
playing on repeat inside my skull.
Forgiveness didn’t come like light.
It came like water—slow, seeping through
the cracks I didn’t know were still open.
I didn’t forgive them to free them.
I forgave them so they’d stop living inside me
rent-free,
destroying the furniture of my becoming.
I started over—stone by stone,
reminding my body it was not a crime scene.
Telling my reflection:
You are not what they did to you.
You are not the bruises,
the rage,
the ache that made you use.
You are not the hate that almost won.
And now, I speak with a voice that carries weight,
not weapons.
I build with hands once taught to break.
I am living proof
that even scorched earth
can choose to bloom.
A week ago, I was the normal me
Happy, funny and living free.
Shaked the box and it was empty,
This then sent me into a world of frenzy
First the agitation began
Couldn’t decide whether to sit or stand.
My mask still on smiling and proud
No one could find out I was going down…..
Down the nasty spiral I hate
I suppose Bipolar really is my fate.
I only missed a pill or two
Now “my friend” is coming through.
The one that takes away all that is me
Like a leech, I can’t get free.
Sleeping becomes a thing of the past
Eating…well only if I must
Concentration, what’s that again?
Come on now I won’t let you win
6 days without my magic pills
And now my life is rolling down the hill
But you see bipolar I know your game
You make me happy so I think I’m sane.
But it’s really you all along I know
But with these pills you won’t get through.
And Maybe I will never be,
The girl I always used to be,
But bipolar I’m afraid to say
Your little games are just child’s play
I am sound in body and in mind.
I told you before; my mind you will never find.
But when you get through like you do
Here’s a few things I have to say to you:
Stop me sleeping if you must
And with not eating a few pounds I’ve lost
I do enjoy when I’m happy
But then I know I’m going to feel crappy
But what really scares me the most
Is when you turn me into this ghost
The one who struggles just to breath
The one who has now taken over me
I’ll do you a deal what do you say?
One that says we can both play
I’ll take the pills to keep you at bay
As long as you now go away.
Do your thing, but keep it maintained
Please oh please just let me stay sane
Come visit once in a while if you must
But please don’t turn me into dust
I know we have a deal for life
You and I like husband and wife
But with every relationship
Compromise must be made……….
You can stay rent free in my head
As long as you’re so quiet it’s like you’re dead
I know sometimes you’ll make me sad
But please Bipolar….don’t let me go MAD.
WHEN I’M AN OLD LADY (many happy returns)
When I’m an old lady, I’ll live with my son,
To look after his mum is sure to be fun,
The joy it brings him, will thrill him to find,
He is able to share his home and be kind.
Of course I‘ll expect to live there rent free,
The same as he did when living with me.
I’ll raid the fridge, leave a mess of ice-cream,
Sneaking his chocolate, Cadbury’s white Dream.
I’ll go out with friends and party till morning,
Only come home when a new day is dawning.
After showering, I’ll leave clothes on the floor,
No one will see them, behind the closed door.
If sometimes I’m told to tidy my room,
Pick up my clothes and try using a broom,
I’ll hide everything, way under the bed,
After that effort, play loud music instead.
Whenever my friends come home with me,
I’ll suggest they all stay and have tea;
My son’s wife won’t mind, may give me a look,
I’ll prime them to tell her she’s a great cook.
His car I will use on Saturday and Sunday,
I’m sure he won’t mind, he can use it on Monday.
Not bothering to buy any petrol you see,
I’m always broke he has more money than me.
If I need extra dollars, I’ll borrow from my son,
Knowing he loves helping his kind loving mum.
I’ll forget to return it, may only be about twenty,
I doubt he would miss it, I know he has plenty.
I’ll hog the TV, by hiding the remote,
Then watch all my soapies, and silently gloat.
My son thinks he’s much smarter than me,
But I’ve been around a lot longer than he!
When I feel tired and fall asleep in my chair,
With mouth opened wide, and tussled grey hair,
I’m sure he’ll look at me with eyes almost weeping,
Thinking how peaceful it is when I’m sleeping.
…when I’m an old lady and live with my son.
Copyright © Vivien Wade 1989
The main component that takes me into the future is you
The skies turned from dark grey into crystal blue
Deeply embedded down in my soul
Where all of my deepest dark secrets go
That's where I find out the truth
Entering into a new faze
Destiny takes its right course
Despite all the ravishing hurt
Let's take the next turn
Leaving all that's passed behind
Searching for the place where we can find our peace
Committed, caring, loyal and just
Analyse this crossroad that we must cross
Estimate the final cost
Find all the was once lost
Bring into play the absolute truth
Simple be the real you
Let all doubt and anxiety disappear
Keep all of this cherished
Let it enchant you
Captivating your very soul
Going deep down where all of your thoughts go
Let your heart go rent free
Let us be all that we can be
The main component that takes you into the future is me
Simply no other could do
Nothing could compare to all that is hidden inside
I won't let this subside
I will stand and fight
Have faith
to believe in all the things that we can not see
Imagine the time and place
All of this we can not replace
Let's go on the lest travelled path
Let's just hope it all lasts
Bringing once again the absolute truth
This one thing we have to do
We have come to the crossroads
And the choice is ours for the taking
We must decide
This is our do or die
Do we go on Living this lie
Or do we venture into the great unknown
Where all is feverishly hot and cold
I know the one thing I do need to know
I know this one simple truth
The main component I need to take me into the future is you
You live in my head
Never paying a cent
I pray for the day you are evicted
And as much as I try to throw you out
You drowned me in your quicksand
Pulling me under
So I can’t breathe
Your way of reminding me
That as badly as I may want it
You’ll never leave
I squeeze my head with my hands
hard enough that I leave red marks on my skin
Trying to remember the day I ever let you in
But I never did
You forced your way in
You crushed my lungs
And twisted the wires of my brain
And changed the beat of my heart
To distract me from your scheme
To give yourself just enough time
To force yourself in
Like a predator stalking its prey
You created a trail to lure me in
That is what you are you know
A predator
Through the door and down the stairs
I didn’t realize it was too late
Until I saw no one else was there
You locked the door from the outside
And no matter how much I screamed
And how much I cried
Your cynical laugh haunted my ears
Scared my brain
And created my fears
And even when I sleep with the lamp on
The darkness is too potent for me to dream
Even with all the lights on
it's not bright enough to blind me from the memories that haunt my head
I am still one of your hostages even when I go to bed
And when I wake up in the morning
And when I brush my teeth
And when I drive my car
No matter how long I drive
Deep down I know you are never far
You will always be right around the corner
Down the stairs
And through the door
Living rent-free in my head
And I will always be stuck down there
Screaming for the glorious day
Someone tells me you are daed
Quotes from the 1960 movie, Pollyanna:
Pollyanna: Why don't you come out of the front door like normal people?
Jimmy: They won't let us. I can come out anytime I want with my tree.
Pollyanna: You could also fall and hurt yourself badly. You shouldn't play in trees.
Jimmy: That's stupid. Don't you believe in God?
Pollyanna
Impregnated with positivity…relishes wide toothed smile.
Lips, cherubic-pink…so courteous…chin tilted godward.
O this angelic pekingese courts the sinner for their own good.
“Impertinent child,” man, woman, and gut, clench in good grief.
The sun rises on her, never sets — vainglorious retch.
Still…crystal illumination twinkles rainbows and puppy dogs.
In the big house, rent free, Pollyanna roams the rooftop.
What - sneaking out! Can’t be. Jimmy coaxes her down the tree.
Her aunt’s an awful louse, forcing her down. Breakneck landing!
Daddy, the preacher died, leaving her legacy, unkind.
Black and white, no insight, everything will be alright - but it’s not.
A forest vigil of candlelight - flames reach to the highest height.
She does her best to tamp the flames - aims to feel sorry for herself.
Hurts worse than she can imagine…her doubts, her pride…she hides.
Yup…she has the whole town spinning…their sinning ways, trimming.
Impregnated with a gulp, this blue-eyed, bow-tied, Pollyanna.
They shut her up but good. Her goodness flew. Hit them in the pie hole.
With wicked widespread grins, they cheer the impertinent snipe.
9/24/2021
Sijo
Whispering lies that tickle my ears.
I told you I loved you, you tell me your fears.
A life filled with sadness, but now a new start.
I pledge my commitment, you're subtlety an art.
Dance around issues, I listen you speak.
You see it as weakness, when only I'm meek.
I ask if you're ready, you give me a promise.
I sense the lies hiding, you tell me you're honest.
I ignored my gut feeling, my greatest regret.
A country to cross, I start feeling the threat.
You stopped saying those words, unsettling fear.
You say we have to talk, as I'm growing ever near.
I changed my whole life, only hours away.
A city cast in shadow, as you broke off that day.
Mistakes floating in air, no blame to be cast.
Your lies fill my dreams, no forgetting the past.
Two weeks and you're gone, one more week I can't stay.
My soul and my heart were ripped from me that day.
A shell of the man that I used to be.
Drove back across mountains seeing all I could see.
But nothing compared to the beauty of your smile.
It's all I could think, mile after mile.
I thought I was lucky for the time we shared.
But of course it's a curse, dreaming what isn't there.
A tragedy it's clear, the lies I was told.
A heart so empty, your love only cold.
Abusive and cruel, you feared what would change.
I would see you, "the truth", I would leave just the same.
So return to the pain, you swore he meant nothing.
A cheater, with lies, all along you'd been bluffing.
So every night as I write, you sleep peaceful in bed.
But of course I can't sleep, you're rent free in my head.
We have this cute little bird house we keep on our patio
We didn’t know who would use it, perhaps a chickadee or a crow
It’s too small for a pelican or an eagle to make a den
so, we thought, perhaps a blue jay, a cardinal or a wren.
One day to our surprise we saw something in the birdhouse lurking about…
On closer inspection the hole was almost completely covered and there was something peeking out.
I think, at first she was startled and that’s what made her stir…
“I wonder if she’s angry.” Deborah asked, “that we’re disturbing her.”
We weren’t sure what we were looking at…she was very hard to see
“She can’t be angry." I replied. “She’s staying here rent free!”
When we finally realized what she was…we thought it a bit absurd…
There’s a bee living inside our birdhouse…that thinks she is a bird.
So we have us a bee lodger…who now peeks out to say hello
from the safety of a birdhouse where she’s free to come and go.
We are anxious to see what happens…our imagination has been spurred
by this little bee we can hardly see..who thinks she is a bird.
She’s been living there for weeks now…her life protected, secure and stable
and I’m pretty sure, by the wire I see, that she’s stealing our cable.
And the other day when she had a packaged delivered I smiled at our new family paradigm…
wondering how a bee in a birdhouse has access to Amazon Prime!
But we don’t mind her idiosyncrasies as the lines between us have become a little blurred…
by the bee who lives in our back yard…who thinks she is a bird.
By Ezar
As snow flakes fall to cover the side walk my people get tired of the side talk
Work for me You won't be financially but at least you put a couple gifts under the tree
At least you can get your car fixed while I pull off in a new mercades
Oh ya make sure you fill out the paperwork for welfare
I will have my secretary sign it while I set by my pool in Bellaire
Have you ever been there you can smell the sweetness of success in the air
How is Jamal doing
I almost cried when I heard someone was at his school shooting
Thank goodness my son goes to the same school as the son of Patrick Ewing
You can stay in my guest house if you thinking about moving
Rent free that's the least I can do for someone who works for me
I was going to stop by but that part of town is too rough for me
I wanted you to meet my daughter she just got her masters degree
So she can take over the business after me
You know how important it is to leave a legacy
What collage is Jamal going to or is he still going to the army
I hear they pay for college tuition
I told my son its not worth it when your arms and legs missing
But I understand Jamal got to do what he got to do
Giving Jamals hand he got to move how he has to move
Well I have to go watch for the stocks on the news
See you on Monday I hope your situation improves Peace