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I will be happy, I will be glad, for life has allowed me to grow and love each day.
I will be happy, for the lessons, for the losses, for the truths that showed themselves after some time.
I will be happy, for the rain, that lets the flowers grow and lets me see the beauty show.
I will be happy, for the haters, they showed me the true colors of their intentions.
I will be happy, for the day and nights, they let me live and sleep in life.
I will be happy, for the tears I cried, they let me release the pain that was inside.
I will be happy, for all the blessings, I will pray and love and forgive and move on.
I will be happy, each day, and remember the ones that can never live in happiness because they lack good intentions.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
In a time when bell bottoms danced with the breeze,
Two young hearts collided, as wild as the trees.
In the glow of the disco, beneath starlit skies,
They found in each other the spark of their lives.
With laughter like music, they twirled through the night,
In the warmth of their youth, everything felt right.
They whispered sweet secrets, shared dreams on the run,
Two souls intertwined, like the moon and the sun.
Through the years they wandered, through seasons of change,
From the highs of the laughter to the lows that felt strange.
Yet through every trial, their love only grew,
Like a fine vintage wine, rich and ever true.
Now in their seventies, with silvered hair bright,
They still hold each other, hearts dancing in light.
With the same spark of passion, they stroll hand in hand,
Two teenagers in love, in a world they still stand.
They reminisce softly of the days long ago,
Of the music, the freedom, the love that would flow.
Yet the magic they found in those innocent years,
Has blossomed and flourished, through laughter and tears.
So here’s to the lovers, who never let go,
Who weathered the storms, let their true colors show.
In the twilight of life, they still dream and they play,
Two hearts forever young, come what may.
How high, how low
is our inner glow?
How long will imagination swirl around
before finding that unique mind
in which lives a stunning vision
long pursued, never realized?
Which are the true colors
of flowers of an emblazed sunset...
when the spectacle delights?
Is the peaceful spirit immersed
in contemplation rather than prayer?
Are the fading gleams a sadness
never felt so profoundly?
How high, how low
is our inner glow?
How desperate we become
when we grope for uncertainty...
considering its outcome
with decreased probability?
How captured are we by those
vivid colors before they quickly
vanish into the vastness of space?
Ashes, Ashes, Flames all around
And remnants of our lives are scattered
Upon the crackling, smoking ground.
Our hopes and dreams buried in the rumble,
Lost are the things that we thought measured our lives.
Nothing left but our memories. It cuts like a knife.
We trusted our treasure, our futures, our dreams
Into the hands of a criminal who is not what he seems.
What do we do now, where do we turn?
His incompetence destroyed our world.
Everything is burned.
Selfish, greedy, indifferent, ruined.
Remove him from power, and all of his kind.
He will no longer control our money,
Our actions, or our mind.
We see through the smoke now.
His true colors of black and gray.
His lies no longer charm us.
There is nothing left he can say.
A vote of NO CONFIDENCE,
A movement rising.
Vote him out of power,
Fallen from his ivory tower.
Shock of the raging fires have awakened our rage.
We are no longer sheep. Burned down is our cage.
Free to see the truth at last. Free to choose again.
Now we come together, rising up as one.
Taking back our power and standing our ground,
We choose a new direction. Freedom will be found.
Copyright Chula Schlesinger-Fleming © 12.04.25
We, have reached our end.
I, will not pretend.
There is, no more love to defend.
How sad, cause we started as friends.
This heartbreak will never mend.
It's time, to draw the line.
In the beginning, this was not our design.
Oh! how your true colors shine.
Now, I can see you have no spine.
Many years, of my life, stolen.
Many words, that should've been left unspoken.
The anger was outspoken.
Our bond, forever broken.
Never, in your right mind.
Your negativity, always ill-timed
So the happiness declined.
And, my heart became blind.
Intertwined were our souls, now they begin to unwind.
5/13/2017
I thought it was that simple,
loving you beyond your fears,
beyond your past boundaries,
creating lifetime memories,
that don’t feel like they’ll break,
becoming writers of our own love story,
with no past interrupting the ink,
That was the beauty of fantasy,
when I come to think of it,
I thought it would be that simple.
I’m sorry
for the chaos of the storm
before the earth could breathe again,
Can you see the beauty of the rainbow,
or are your eyes still fixed on the rain?
I’m sorry for being the man
carrying ghosts of men I never met,
I feel them in the way you hesitate,
in the space between us
when I get too close.
I’m sorry that love met you through your fears,
your sorrows sitting in your eyes
before the tears even fall.
I’m sorry,
I thought it was going to be that simple.
Your heartbeat stutters under my hand,
like it doesn’t trust the moment.
Your sight of love is a frosted glass,
you look at me
like I’m already fading.
The true colors of love,
you’ve seen them twisted,
stepped over, trespassed.
I read the tread patterns of your past
in every step you take away from me.
You smile
like you’re waiting for me
to prove you right.
I’m sorry
I thought it was going to be that simple.
I’m sorry that I arrived after the chaos,
after the shouting stopped,
after love already learned
how to hurt you.
But nature is never broken,
the sky is still blue,
the earth is still round,
winter still cold as death,
summer still hot as hell.
So tell me,
is true love still the same,
or does it change shape
in the hands of those
who stopped believing in it?
The girl he dated briefly
Had pulled some shenanigans
Everyone liked her at first
Loved her, until she showed her true colors.
Always laughing, making fun, teasing, playing
She made up lies about him, the second he told her it was not working out.
Told terrible things to his family, friends, and co-workers.
Languished, and lied, stalked him, had to be served with a restraining order.
Always kind to her, and gentle with his good-bye, he was hurt and shocked.
Understandably relieved when a casual acquaintance said,
Guess What? No one believes her. She is not the woman we thought she was.
He could not help but breathe a deep sigh of relief. Her behavior saved his
reputation.
Ok ok ok
I know what you're
thinking
"This is not what I
thought it was"
I "RAN" because
what you envisioned
for me wasn't what
it was cracked up
to be
You see
I had your back
but behind my back
you did an about face
I saw 2 faces
& was in awe that you
could be in two places
at one time
It's giving
shape shifting vibes
Color blind I suppose
seeing how I couldn't
see your true colors
Those rose-colored glasses
were head & shoulders
above any disguise
I'd seen at the time
Those sweet sublime
lullabies had me missing
time while being lost
in it at the same time
I tried telling you
time & time again
I was gonna leave but
you didn't believe what
I would say
It took me walking away
to make a reality
of what you saw as
dreams
Now it seems I've been
made the villain because
I never gave permission
for my boundaries to be
stepped over & things
Moreover you knew
I was not the one
to play a slew of
games with
Maybe you missed
the messages conveyed
& now act as if
you got played
I agree
you played yourself
playing with me
thinking I didn't see
Never mistake subtlety
for weakness
nor kindness for
shyness
Maybe now through
the tint of those glasses
you see your own blindness
up close
I chose me & for that
you chose to be
morose
Now you see me
as a ghost in dreams
with haunted themes
never realizing
Things didn't have
to be this way so
don't go on despising
You know I'm not lying
so don't try explaining
away what I have
to say
If you think I'm talking
to you today
I probably am
Orrrrr maybe I'm
not
Maybe it's spam calling
out minus the bots
we see & hear too often
these days
It's true I've softened
my view of you per say
but that doesn't make
what I'm saying
less true
Here's to you
hoping you're well
& truly finding
your truth
Please believe
this is a lesson
I never meant
to teach
Reach deep within yourself
& find the peace
that continues to
elude you
It's only been evasive
because you
aren't being the
real you
This is my stance
& the real reason
I ran
Black Lives Matter is a statement of love not statement of hate
So, please erase the confusion from your face
But they can't hear because they're too busy spraying mace in my face
They keep yelling: s who needs them, nigga please, black boy black girl you don't belong
Today I read murder s on a random wall
Someone tried to spray paint over it, but the hate was still legible
They try to sweep racism under the rug, but the people living in that house still keep the hate at their side at all times
Taking lives at all times, so much so it has become a full-time job, and they love overtime
Humans are not animals but sometimes I wish black people had 9 lives like a cat
Then maybe one of those we could live out who we were meant to be
Or maybe we could be a dog, you heard the cops call us treats,
Right?
Justice where has it gone, people will say it's just the times
But now it's 2020 and Justice is more like just them all the time
It's not fair, it's not right, it's not love, and to everyone who gets hurt standing up for the air being sucked out of our bodies continue to stay ten toes down
Because we is a selfish term in America
Freedom is a selective term in America
The grey line takes up most of the space in America
Right is looked at as wrong in America, and some still choose to ignore the true colors of America
Red is my blood stolen from the boys in blue, that sadly can be defined as a white American most of the time
The red should really symbolize the fire raging from this hell on earth
That makes the world blue, well some of us
White culture eating white cake from the recipes of slaves
Wanting to experience different things
Wanting to participate in our lifestyle
Stealing traditions
Without the ritualistic red dot constantly pointed at their back
But when a black person wants more for themselves, they have to start with a wall against their back
While carrying the cross their ancestors hung from
While trying to make change, positive change should not be as hard as looking for a dropped charge
Awareness and action is the key, but there are many doors to unlock until Justice can start to have the appearance of a just world
We can be more, we can do better, when we start to believe that no one is better
We are all equals, this is not algebra its addition
love + human=unity not hate, it's simple
p.s. I'm still praying...
With brew in hand, I step into a dew laden atmosphere that lies beneath a veil of grey, through which a huge, radiating circle of red rises and burns a hole, allowing the true colors of the day to seep through. Streams of blue, bleed through the green needles of the pines, as I sip my morning coffee and marvel at the crystal pinwheel patterns spun during the night, that now hang from my weather beaten fence.
In a melancholy breeze, I watch through cloudy eyes, a few leaves falling from the Crimson Kings, exposing the empty Robin’s nest I watched a Robin build - it seems - not so long ago, as I wonder through years gone by.
Across the way, where it seems only yesterday, I gazed at green pastures, I now gaze at fields of Queen Ann Lace, Golden Rods, Purple Asters and Scottish Thistles. When did, and how did all this happen? How quickly life goes by!
The sky above me turns black, as a flock of Starlings, swoop and sway and turn as one, before landing in the trees along the railroad track, breaking the silence with their deafening cries of summer's end, as a tear falls from my eye.
Author: Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada
Written: August 30, 2013