You grew up in a terrifying house
Full of screams and violence
Your father beating you and his spouse
Until it brought submission and silence
I could sense it in you
I wanted to help you, it’s true
I know that inside you there’s a hurt child
A fragile boy that became hostile
But your childhood trauma turned you into him
You became what you swore you'd never be
Your bright light slowly grew dim
Revealing the monster you hid within thee
Even so, my compassion got the best of me
I gave up all of me to save thee
In exchange, you slowly drowned me
Draining my light and life
I didn’t know you were my enemy
The worst monster I’ve ever seen
Pretty flowers were what we looked for,
had no money for the store.
Bathroom to save the day,
soft white flowers not gray.
Toilet paper roll no more.
Two brothers, Darren and Steve
Living fifty five years, with a loving
Dad and Mum, at their home which
Seems more than just a building to
Them, Dad and Mum have both passed
On, rules state the building can only be
Given into the same familiy once.' Which
Happened when their Dad died first I would reason as two become one.' The
Same name.' How could it be.? The landlord havebury is seeking to evict them
Steve however has special needs.' Darren
Thinks it will destroy him' As you know I am trying to help the Mitchell familiy near
Southhampton England on my blog, of
Which i have only one.' But seeing these
Brothers and i can only think a hard hearted descision by a judge at law to allow them to be removed, i ask for a change of decsision by Havebury in this
Case..Have a heart Havebury, let them be.'
We mince half a million babies a year.
Then riot over the inhuman treatment of a chicken.
That we're about to rip to pieces and devour.
Save me a place by your side,
entrapped in your thoughts.
I want to drink the color of your eyes
as I search the path to your heart.
I want to dip my fingers in your beauty
and sketch a portrait of shadows,
intermingled with light, intricately
floating on your love like a phantom.
You’re like a glimmering moonstone,
kissed by golden sunlight,
bedazzled by your skin tone,
as I inhale your caramel thighs.
I hear the sound of your footsteps
echoing through my mind.
Our lips touch in the perfect kiss,
sealed within these poetic lines.
Jesus Came
Jesus came to seek
Jesus came to save,
Jesus came to seek and save
Those lost in hopeless ways.
It was no easy work to do
All evil strong opposed Him
In all ways tempted just like us
No evil overcame Him.
On Calvary He died
Paid the price for all our sins
Rose again victorious
In triumph from the grave.
And now He gives to me the task
To seek and save the lost
Forgiveness free to share with all
My Jesus paid the cost!
“The Son of Man has come to seek and to save that which was lost.”
Luke 19:10
Yaa just can't; save deisol or gasoline, they're dissappearing like time, and times
Unseen.' Gone with the wind..Yet with even
More drama.' Where politicans magic up
Their promises, and un-realisable panoramas..the have the glue it seems to
Me? yet not the pieces needed, also not and
As an extra to expectations, even a Clue.'
That day
So long ago
Everything broke
Nothing worked anymore
It was like being thrown back
Back to before anything new how to learn
Having to revisit every learned thing
Like it was new
That day
Long ago
The sky shattered like a disheveled mind
Nothing left but shards of light
Broken knowledge
Lost time
Everything lost
Like there was nothing there to start
That day
Yesterday
It all fell apart
Nothing left to hold the world together
Everything falling out of place
There isn't a fix
There isn't a remedy
The next day
There was something strange
A spark of joy
A small thing
A color that's new
A memory not filled with pain
The day after that
The world was broken still
But something changed
The pieces knitting together
Over and over
Till at the very least
A small island had formed
It wasn't much
It might not be for very long
But while it lasts
Enjoy every second
Like it just might be your last.
Black wires hum beneath the skin of morning,
and we, bright amputees of feeling,
polish our mirrors to a sterile shine—
no fingerprints, no ghosts allowed.
The heart, once a red cathedral,
now flickers like a faulty bulb,
its saints exiled, its hymns replaced
by the thin arithmetic of survival.
What must we do?
Break the glass we have become.
Let it cut—yes, let it cut—
until the blood remembers
its ancient, furious river.
We must kneel in the ash of our own making,
press our mouths to the scorched earth,
and listen—
not for God, perhaps,
but for the small animal breathing beneath it.
We must gather the fragments:
the child’s unguarded laughter,
the tremor in a stranger’s hand,
the unbearable weight of another’s grief—
and hold them,
hold them as if they were our own bones.
Refuse the anesthesia of indifference.
Refuse the quiet murder of looking away.
Stand in the wound of the world
without stitching it closed too soon.
Love—
not the porcelain king,
but the feral, unslept, breaking kind
that howls in the night
and refuses to die.
This is the work:
to remain.
To burn without becoming ash.
They promised that the debt would fade away
So students took the path they thought was right,
To study and find our scholastic way,
To keep our country's future burning bright.
Americans with good minds, sharp and free,
Where cowboys read of heroes in their books,
Cowgirls build homes for all to see,
Beyond the vanity of shallow looks.
But college dreams have turned to heavy lead,
All races and ethnicities in deep.
The interest grows while workers lose their bread.
The promises the lenders didn't keep.
From Texas plains to Floridian sun,
The SAVE plan starts the freedom we should've won.
It is what is coded on my DNA
It is the rhythm of my heartbeat
It is what is engraved on my soul
It is what is written in my anthology
It is my medicine
"MEDICINE "
Yeah, I think that is the perfect word to describe what art means to me
For all the times I felt the urge to down my anti-depressants with alcohol
But chose to bleed on pages instead
For all the times I wanted to curse God for all my pain
But decided to turn my prayers into a poem instead
For the time art kept me company in the midst of my dark hours
For that one time when music bandaged my wounds
And when Phora's album made me feel like I had a companion
Like I an not the only one experiencing this hell
Art saved me
grandma’s photo
favorite orange sweatshirt
prescription medicine
driver's license
purse
wedding picture
family Bible
computer
aunt Jennie’s quilt
camera
sewing machine
mom’s wedding ring
cell phone
photo album
journal
golf clubs
bowling ball
list of things people would save
if their humans and animals were out
their house was on fire
and they were only allowed to save one thing
They call it selfless to get a rescue dog
The truth is the rescued me from mind fog
The day when you feel an instant connection
And have a need to show protection
They win your heart with those deep eyes
Abused and damaged, whimpering and cries
Feeling lost, alone and forgotten
Behaviour shows they are downtrodden
But you have a home for that special one
They have a special prize they won
With all their quirks and special needs
Your heart and mind forgives the misdeeds
Their personality shines through
A heart that is pure and true
The magic they share is unrivalled
When they settle and there isn’t a fight for survival
They become a part of the family and you
A love unconditional that you never knew
Like they were always meant to be there
A life complete that we can share
The truth is rescuing a dog takes sacrifice
It they are more than just suffice
They belong to your heart
Even when they sadly depart
You were always meant to be their forever
Truth be told they saved me
Then there were three
We see the news:
“She killed him,”
“He killed her.”
And we wonder—how did it come to this?
Why do people fall so far?
Is it anger, love, jealousy,
broken trust, betrayal,
the weight of family, or secrets never told?
We watch from afar,
quick to judge,
never realizing that one day
we, too, might stand on that same edge.
But what if—
before the knife is raised,
before the rage takes hold—
there was one thought,
one pause?
Instead of killing,
why not speak, seek justice,
even if it takes years?
Because even slow justice
is better than the instant ruin of a life.
Have they ever thought,
while holding that knife,
about the soul they’re about to wound—
the families who will lose
a daughter, a son,
a mother, a father,
an elder, a child?
One thought.
One pause.
That’s all it takes to save a life.
It’s better to live with pain
than to destroy and be haunted forever—
a heart turned to stone,
a machine of regret,
broken by its own hands.
we go to the store once a week, saving gas
buy two gallons of milk, keeping one in the extra frig
We do not eat out, we feel this saves us a bunch
for the first time we have surplus moolah
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