opinion

In my opinion people lack
lack faith
lack strength
lack love
lack passion
lack longing
lack protection
lack intellect
lack presences
lack the ability to gain
When everyone is depleted then what is left?

hello tiny bumble bee
don't be afraid its only me
I mean you no harm
these flowers are meant to charm
I see you kiss each one
oh that must be great fun
share with the butterflies please
and if could keep out the fleas
tell your friends to come for a visit


I don't know where I'm going with this one is a childs poem but I'm tired maybe later...

a poem about bravery

It is in the wee hours in the morning when I find myself alone with my thoughts and it has occurred to me that I have never written a poem about bravery. This is intriguing and a task I not only set for myself, I ask you brother to join me on this joureny and see what we come up with, its time...


breathe in, chest so very tight
feel the exhale, the release
realizes how it all works
never let fear in your heart or rage in your soul
do not be afraid of the things you cannot control
control the things you are afraid of
walk outside find a world of wonder
it is the little things that matter
those little things are your life
need not want less
be not that damsel in distress
find a voice that works for you
never be silenced

falling is inevitable
getting up is important
what will come next
its all for the taking
but not for the weak, mild , or meak
apart from all else
stand on two feet
live life with drive, propose, and strive
be brave
Face fear
the only power is the power you give
its real if you say it is
that works both ways
no more waste
no more haste
time waits while it ticks
yours the only ass you will kick
Breathe in all that is possible
exhale and know it is................

living life through a peep hole
seeing almost nothing
and almost seeing everything
scary is the open door
safety behind locks
one eye squint

imagine life out there for you
the people smiling
flowers in bloom
fresh air
adventures to be had
safety within you


the peep whole of life
is your view of the world
positive or negative
you have the choice
flick the switch
choose to be on

Liked It!!

Keep writing, Mary!! I like the last poem. Now I know why you asked me about the poem I emailed you...I'll post it on here because it does have a similar theme.

being current

As I try to remember why I'm here it occurs to me
that is unimportant in the struggle
it is past, it is stagnant, unchangeable, immovable
I should not think about why I can walk
I should walk
I should not think about why I talk
I should speak
I should not think about why I can
I should do
It is unnecessary to remember as long as you retain the important
we were not meant to remember every moment of everyday
that is too burdensome a task for life
life is the moving in a forward directing into the unknown
with the knowledge of the past to guild us to the right path,
That is why I wonder
where did I loss my way or if I am lost at all
because I can not turn around
I feel very lost
I feel very scared
I feel like I'm never going to find my way out
so what do I do?
sit and wait for death's cold hand or
do I walk blindly into the obis called life
with nothing but what I carry....

The only thing to fear is fear itself

In the fear I live, not in the moment
I walk to find peace
find hope
find clarity
find what I have lost
find air
find sanity
find freedom from what ales me
I would like to kill the demon that eats at me
I breath in and hope this feeling subsides
I breath out to, find it there
I am not myself
I am half of myself
the dark half
the half that festers
that mourns
that hates
that cries
that bites
that snaps
that breaks under the pressures of life
how ungrateful that half is
not realizing the blessings and small joys
enabling the bright half from shining
I want my moments back
I want every second
I want to relive and correct
I want make good on failures
I want to be strong in the faces of fear
I want to laugh again
I want to live freely as I once did
naively enjoying daily hum drum
believing in the good
knowing that tomorrow will come in with the sun
why can't I go back
why can't I remember what its like
so I can get back
So my life maybe can be mine again
So my fear will be of heights instead of life
So I can work
So I have drive
So I can live in this moment proudly not fearing the next.

whatever!

The white rabbit has walked in
walking in circles trying to help him find a door
his clock dangles his chain jangles
this time keeper so very important
or so he makes you believe could just be another
self serving jackass dresses in rabbit clothes
wanting you to follow him
his date no less important than yours
but with all the hustle
your drawn in
following him you go
the cat smirks thinking your both jerks
he is his own master
appearing only when he needs a laugh or aid in disaster
the weirdness of your travels
spot of tea with a man whose hat as big as he
mushrooms that hold the key
flowers that sing and twins that dance
find your way home now not a chance
the riddles of the caterpillar make no sense
flying away over the fence
the rabbit runs through again you follow
the cards shuffle, the roses are red
in another hour you'll be dead
off with their heads
commands the queen
large in stacher ,demanding bitch
this little white rabbit was on her side
a mirror she carries in her hand to see behind
greeting her fans, the moment she turns and looks away
dashing, daring, swearing I fumble the shiny piece of glass
falling me and the mirror on my ass
the moment we both had touched the ground
I was no longer there,but homeward bound
over the grass and through the door
thought not a dream but something more.
who would believe little old me
just a girl who took a nap under the tree.

everyday nothingness
breeds insantity
but with insantity comes freedom
clearness
hope
removal of that lump in your throat

don't be afraid of the dark
be afraid of what you can see
because evil doesn't lurk in the corner
it embraces you never chasing you
inviting you in with a smile
OH just stay for awhile
when you realize
its too late
they've already closed the gate
trapped with no out
the shadows then creep
your in too deep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Hollow are your cries for help
reducing yourself only to a whelp
God's eye tears
for all those forgotten years
loving you till the very end
Viva Jesus
free me from this slumber
the eternal night
that corrupts my mind
I promise... I promise... I promise...
awake to light
remembering what life is suppose to be
I love you and you love me
forget not this lesson I have learned
how close I came to the fire
Thank GOD I didn't get burned......

choking

when life feels force down you throat
because its good for you
and you can't breath until that one face comes
and pats you on the back
releasing you from your pain
helping you through tommarow today
That angel.........

what drives these helpers?
deriving happiness through yours
helping you selflessly?
good for goodness sake?
what wonder I posess for these beings
my hope to live in their shoes someday
to be as giving

choking on life
happens everyday
rest assured these angel will come
aid in your daily nonsense
work with you till your throat feels better
hopefully one day
you can repay