Always waiting anticipating
and for what
the other shoe to drop
the sky to fall
or nothing at all
in agitation expectation
a second guess
creating stress
it seems to me
where none need be
take a break
from how you make your bed
as you must lie in it
perhaps even die in it
either way it's in your head
and you may feel it's real
but here's a clue for you
it's your reprieve
imagination
is only make believe
I see you sitting there so cold
A super hero, story untold
Loved lived and lost
Your hope was the cost
You sit here alone on the street
Head hanging in defeat
To cold to cry
To lost to try
Light was lost long ago
The pain is starting to show
Hungry tired wanting to rest
To life you tried your best
No one seems to care
It isn't fair
Wanting a warm place to lay your head
Freezing ground you make your bed
Angels of the lost gather around
Carrying him up off the ground
Lost souls aren't alone when they die
Beautiful angels surround them and cry
It's not the years in your life that count,
It's the life you put in your years.
Years spent in indulgence of self and greed,
Will end lost in regret and tears.
Wasting your time in bars and in dens,
Of iniquity drain your soul dry.
All you'll find there is deeper despair,
And a well full of sorrow and lies.
Your time is best spent improving your mind,
And improving the body as well.
Your body's a temple to be kept uncorrupted,
Your mind the sacred inner cell.
The way a man thinks shows just what he is.
It reveals the condition of his soul.
What comes out of his mouth goes on in his head,
If he's well, sick or dead will be told.
Your life will be long and your days will be glad,
If you listen to what I have said.
When you're out on your own you decide your own fate.
It depends on where you make your bed.
It's said
If you make your bed, you lie in it
Sometimes that is true
Often the bed you lie in
Was already made for you
Chaos spreads like metastatic growth
In carefully designed manipulation
Family therapy
The puppet mistress casts her chords
Feeds her prey with miserable traction
Border lines crossed
Control is the trade she plies in glee
It corrodes and shelters dysfunction
Emotional bribery
Responsibility declared abandonment
Regrets resentment sadness anger
You make your bed and …
Vile venom sheathed in candy wrapper
She’s burning all her feeble bridges
Retreat the only hope
06th February 2020
CARRY ON...
MY SOLDIER BOY!
BENEATH THE SETTING SUN...
YOUR TIME HAS, SURELY, COME!
THROUGH THE WRECKAGE
OF THE PAST...YOUR TRIALS...
THEY WILL NOT LAST,
FOREVER!
YET, THEY DOTH APPEAR...
THROUGH STORM AND STRIFE
YOU CARRY ON...
UPON YOUR LIFE, SO DEAR !
YOU HOLD YOUR BANNER HIGH...
BENEATH THE SKY,
AND IN THE BATTLE CRY,
MARCH STRAIGHT AHEAD...
YOU MAKE YOUR BED
WHERE SHADOWS FALL...
FOR ONE AND ALL TO SEE,
YOU WILL BE FREE...
TO CARRY ON...
NOW IN THE SETTING SUN,
YOUR DREAMS, AGAIN,
WILL COME ...
JUST WHERE YOU LAY TO REST...
YOU'LL BE THE BEST!
AND CARRY ON...
MY SOLDIER BOY !
from My Mother...
October 11, 2016
Autumn Glory
Autumn glory with leaves you shed,
At summer's end you make your bed.
With frosty breath you chill the air
And color trees with such grand flair.
Disrobing limbs begin to shake
Reflected by the crystal lake.
The harvesting will be gone soon
Enchanted by the golden moon.
Your hoarfrost covers pumpkin skins
That will be carved with silly grins.
Oh autumn drape me in your hues
In splendor of your awesome views.
And I will praise your autumn charms
As I'm wrapped in your gilded arms.
8-22-16
Mother may I
Go out and play
My child
Have you cleaned your room today
Are your toys packed away
in your toy chest with care
Yes mother yes
its all in there
Did you make your bed
like i showed you how
yes mother yes
may I go now
Yes son yes
after a brief inspection
son shakes his head
not what I was expecting
Never-mind mother
I'm going to my room
oh by the way
can you hand me the broom?
In your world of sunshine
Have you ever seen the rain,
From your ivory tower
Have you ever felt the pain.
As your driving in your cadillac
Did you see the rusted car,
Or the homeless on the street
Not caring who they are.
When you dress in your designer clothes,
And brush your pearl white teeth,
Do you know that there are children
Without shoes upon their feet.
And when the snow falls to the ground
It isn't any joke
That a frail, and sickly woman
Doesn't own a coat.
Could you ever imagine
Of living life this way,
On paper bags you make your bed
In the gutter where you lay.
You say it couldn't happen,
Especially to you
How fortunate my friend,
As I once believed it too.
Lynn Barany
As you make your bed, so you lie in it
She walks down the street ignoring people
She sees for her need alone
She does all the listening and talking alone
“They are not gift of god, they are burden” she said
“I earn my keep, so earn yours” she told them
Day of reckoning came
She can’t earn her keep but gift of God can earn theirs
“Have mercy on your old mama” she said
“We can earn our keep, earn yours” they said
Now a victim of her own plans
Are they wicked?
As she made her bed so she lay in it
“We are hungry!
“I don’t have money”
“He” is putting on an expensive cloth
“We” are haggard
“He” drove out and entered a restaurant
“Stupid children” he thought “not even mine”
Years later, “we” grow and “he” has eaten away his youths
“I was kind enough to take you in “he said”
“Thanks” we said “but we don’t have money
Are they wicked?
As he made his bed so he lay in it
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