It seems someone had come into your perfect
world, ate of your fruit. This bringing you hope.
She fed your hunger with love. Then another
tree was found another kind of fruit. She wanted
something more. This brought HER hope in giving
more to what was. This bringing devastation to your "Garden Of Eden."
She survives only to bear witness of what she has
done. She was probably honest with you by telling you what
she did.. Shes reminded each day of what an ass she was
to open her mouth. Some fruits are best left on the tree :)
OR
Maybe you both loved the fruit until she opened her mouth.
This bringing trouble..you both pay the price. Shes the ass and
you live in a hole now. "Nothing could stop the destruction in a world
where she sought love." Woman survives and shes constantly reminded
of her wrong doing.
OR
After the "fall from grace," you realize how wonderful she made everything seem
with her fun and sinful ways. Such excitement..a life you've never known. So wild and
carefree. You find later "destruction" can happen in a world of "evil doings."
I like this poem. I can read it again and again getting a different though each time.
I love that.
Hummingbirds seem to accomplish the so called impossible.
With is tireless energy, swift action..he gets the job done :) That
special someone will blossom and David will find his honey :)
Nectar of life :)
Good story. Made me smile. Soulmates come to mind.
Your hand touches the numbers 4 and 7. Give me a minute
to ponder :) As I make the circle..Im surrounded by them all.
The escape is next.. Each time I'm onto something new.
The curve in the path.
Its repeating.."dream has gone to die." Could it
be its awakening. Something going on. Bell..the bell not being
heard..its not your time yet. The pet is your chime. Listen to
what she is saying. The ears being another way. The black
reveals light. Looking at the positives.
Crack..breaking the code.." And then I see and hear"..understanding
Your way out. "The burnt looking part" starting over. Life continues..
your pet sees through the darkness.
I probably sound cuckoo :)
I love this..its so cool. This is something a parent should share with their child.
I like how you turn a task into a joyful experience.
Not everyone can do this. Its having your own world from the inside out.
"Mountains that can be picked up" Jesus said we can do this..you did :)
He said we can move mountains..I think we do this more than we know.
Teaching a child is one of those times. You moved my mountain of thoughts
into the valleys of smiles and I thank you :)
"snow falling..boots slip along..traffic nonexistent:" sounds good to me. :)
Where you say "always talking about always worried about." I like it.
Sounds musical. Its all in my head.
"This moment hangs between the yesterdays and tomorrows" its called now.
Lets dance, take my hand "The night is cold but I'm warm inside" :) I love that.
Love the song by Neil Young titled "Harvest Moon." very fond memories.
We reap what we sow. Somethings grow so nicely..others didnt make it..
dry thoughts.The "nearby hill" tells me I can start again..maybe climb
a little more next time for a better perspective before choosing the ground
on which to plant. Its a time for gathering, sorting..tossing out what didnt
mix so well with others. Giving up is no option. Learning is forever.
maybe use better fertilizer :) It will soon come together with a "shimmering orange glow."
Being productive under the moon. Working with nature..experience given..we all have something.
I like you poem very much. Its really nice.It gives good to me.
I take it, you are afraid to spread your wings. Locking up the
better side of self for fear of the broken heart..Where you say "Locked away
Within a cage of ribs," I see this and here you say, "I must keep her hidden."
Keeping her safe from the threats of living..but then you lose wisdom.
Learn and let go of the negatives so the angel can radiate the light within.
The soul shines through.
You aren't "drowning" the angel within with alcohol. You are trying to wash
away the pain. The angel floods the soul with life and love. Longing to live
as meant to be. Let her guide you with the good you know you have.
I love your poem. It sounds like something is missing..or being missed..longing.
I like this, "your simply not them" There's a place existing where we must crossover..
We all have a bridge. Its an extension in our lives. It connects us to who we are
to be..what is. Our energies are like wireless signals..they touch upon passages.
They bridge us across forever.
"So I pass bridges, with smiles and frowns, a few tears," these bridges connect
lives. " I realized, there was no one to put next to my name." But now that its there
the message is given..the affect remains.
Your poem flooded my mind with thoughts :)
Very nice poem
I like this. I can imagine the whole scene. I feel sorry for aunt
Grace. Maybe you could take her posies too..be the princess
you are..then she might be more like her name "Grace."
Maybe that will give her an idea to pick you some wild flowers. :)
Sunshine through a flower..smiles all around :)
"Just a myth." A poem with a purpose. So you're explaining
how you came to be in the present.
Where you say, "shadows and darkness Surround me Watching."
Yes, Shadows are always around. They enter when we open the door.
Our thoughts and actions let them in.
Looking for the good..knowing you've gained wisdom is found
here where you say, "Yet I remain strong Guarding myself"
When something has happened in the past whether good or
bad , years later can make it feel like another lifetime. One may
think it was "just a dream." One day a reminder will bring it to "reality"
the wisdom is not lost.
Good poem. I see a story here. It seems you know "secrets" maybe knowing
too much. Now the shadows are after you or you believe it to be. You live your
life in hiding "fading from reality". Hearing the thunder as it approaches.
You shield yourself where you say, "Guarding myself With walls that can't be broken."
Safe in battle until one day the wall becomes a hindrance. No one can enter. Leaving you all
alone. The helpers are within. :)
I like your poem. I hope I made sense. I have many thoughts going on.
Wow..sounds like you went to bed hungry :) Dreams will feed us
no matter what. They tell us something about ourselves. What
are you putting into your body. What are you feeding upon during
your journey in life and “Are you enjoying your reward?"
OR
Maybe you need more fats in your diet. People think fats are bad.
There needs to be a balance. Your body will tell you when something
is off the scale.
"I drag one of my sneakers along the sand settled around the abandoned railroad tracks. This place had become special to us over the past couple of months" Its strange how places or things become important to
us..the mind places it in the forever box with all other memories. Some incidences retain a warmth
even during the lowest temperatures. Nothing stops the "hunt" for more. The box is never full.
"My voice lowers a tone." We give music each day. How are people dancing to the song.
We each "possess light within", some "see it externally " while others are touched deeply.
You say, "she squats on the lawn to rest" the song says
you don't want the world to see you. While in your "golden-eyed
in a dark blue dress" holding an eye of a third kind.."golden-eyed pupil of sun."
You want the world to know you but you dont think they'd understand so
"Dewdrops glisten on eyelids half shut" the second sight will be seen
tomorrow.. "shy Iris, please wake up today." I just want you to know who
I am. We are one with the "daffodils" blossoming to new beginnings.
The moment of truth has come.
Very nice poem. I enjoyed it very much. I hope you didnt mind me playing
with it. :)
Life under the leaves..one can see clearly.
"I believe"the "Lady With Umbrella voyeurs"
beyond where there are "mythical scenes
and man-like beasts." She is "yours without question." :)
"Under the leaves" the mind comes apart. Everything is
seen for what it is. "Christ has come" his spirit is "forever deep and
placid as" one will have it. .undisturbed by disorder..everything going
as planned. The beast remains for now.
"It is still early in the year" resolutions with no
solutions. The air is crisp. One will start tomorrow..always tomorrow.
'I feel the burn of life" in each season. "Wake my lungs to depths"
so we can breath again. The chimney full from winter. Memories will
be sought after. You will clean up tomorrow..always tomorrow.
Spring opens my window to another view.
I like the summer place allowing one to play until autumn.
Hoping the fall won't bring an end. One can be bogged down with
chirps and rattles of everything in the head not said.
I will speak tomorrow.. Right now I search for the blossom..I see good.
I love your poem so much. Your wonderful fresh breeze brings "life" to me.
Sorry to hear about your dad :( I'm happy to read how strong you are.
You took a negative and found it to be helpful in someway..you found
strength from the time you had with your dad. You picked up on the things
he gave..things he taught you. You keep them in your heart, soul and mind. You are a
special person. I wish everyone could have that ability. I think we all do but we tend
to grab hold of anger that brings sadness and misery. I hope everyone finds that peace
you found. You have peace as a reward for your exceptional thinking..your attitude. You have
moved on. God guides you.
Thank you sharing this story. It touched my heart.
We are what we are taught. So people tend to be "giving back what they'd been given by someone else"
Sometimes life takes that turn and we have to deal with the pain "Either way they've been hurt at some point"
and now we suffer too if we allow it. But when we "forgive" letting it go.. the cycle is broken. Love has begun..we help them,
ourselves and others. Where you say "separate myself from the person." A "sacrifice" it may be but necessary.
I agree.
We are all teachers. We all give something always.
Wow.."THE Lion Sacrificial Lamb" is that one of those
oxymoron's. The Lion is a Lamb. I see it makes sense.
He is King and scarified himself as a lamb at slaughter
to save us. That's true friendship..love. He is hope..he
IS everything. We carry the Hope that we will be with him. Hope is what
we make it "And everyone must choose"
"everyone, at less once in a life time, find them self in a "bad place"
I agree..that place can be home..the family, anywhere..It's the behaviors that's
the problem.
"Chris is been abused, pushed around, degraded" this is not a good
sign. If his mind is "broken" the lion's unleashed. Lets hope his heart
is good while the spirit searches for truth.
Where you say, "But you never really looked at me."
There are different ways to seeing. Just as we can
touch with our body, the soul communicates beautifully.
Maybe your friend was aware of your "battle sore" before
it bleed..so he cut you free knowing it would be the best
for both of you. "Now I bleed no more, for I am free…"
you "go on" no longer" in "fear". I hope you found happiness.
You say "I am what I have to be" and that I find is "strong." :)
Hey..is this legal in the haiku world ..I mean can you change 5-7-5 to 7-5-7. :)
I have my suspicions about this :) You tried it and I do like what you wrote. :)
Here's some for you.
I am awakened
by the nerve of some people
but that's how life goes :)
bloody and broken
my heart beating me to death
while I lay awake
Don't unlock that door too soon..one never knows who's
on the other side:) "I'm so scared. I don't want to go into the abyss."
An Angel is watching over you. "when the Inevitable knocks on my door"
a light will shine through. The abyss you speak of is just a tunnel
or funnel type entry to God. The spirit will guide you.
A lot of us don't know when our day is due. We have to live the best we can.
"What is the real truth?" you have life now..make it matter :)
"Hopeless doesn't begin to describe" how you feel. You are doing well in
expressing your thoughts and emotions. We thank you.
Never give up..give it in words... keeping writing :)
Masturbation..nothing wrong with that. I touching.
You seem to have a lot of pricks in your life. Could be you're
being too hard on everyone. Not everybody is a dick :)
A dollar. That can't even buy a happy meal today. Get a
job then things will start looking up :)
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