Sometimes I feel
Like I’m going to burst.
I think of the outcome
That is the worst.
I cry inside
Because it’s not safe
In my mind’s
Emotional landscape.
Tears well up
Upon my lids.
They overflow,
The reality is.
Sometimes I break down,
To nothing special.
A mood, a thought,
I always mess up.
In the end,
I know that I
Am not alone,
So, I just sigh.
Sharing smothered thoughts,
Restricted feelings abound.
Hesitation rules the imagination,
Hiding from the truth,
Although it tortures me.
Yearning for stability,
Some kind of consistency.
If only I could have it both ways!
Heavy thoughts
And sinking feelings
Got me caught up
In a sea of sadness.
I wish she knew,
Only a good friend
Tells the truth,
Even when you
Don’t want to hear it,
Even when you
Don’t believe it.
Someone who cares
Doesn’t lie to your face
Just to make you feel good.
It’s hard to be that
Kind of friend,
Because you risk
The friendship.
But if you lie,
There’s no friendship
To lose.
Moving towards you, in a roundabout
Sort of way. I feel the weight of my fear.
No, Mom and Dad didn’t tell me how to
Speak confidently, converse about things
Like interests and hobbies, to discuss the
Issues of the day. So, what is important
To you? I want to know, so true.
Little trigger happy elf,
Sauntering down the road,
Can you tell me
What life is all about?
Pretty dream girl,
Can you tell me of
Sad stories, but true,
Scars to sympathize with you?
Happy baby,
Bouncing on
Your Daddy’s knee,
Can you tell me
What you will see
In this great big world,
Eventually?
I wonder.
We all have stories
That we can tell.
We all know mysteries
That we can share.
We know things,
From insight
And experience,
And, perhaps,
From God.
What is true for you,
May be true for me, too.
But, then again,
Maybe not.
But, perhaps,
That is another truth
In itself.
Caressing a leaf,
Fallen from the tree of life,
I trace the intricate veins
With the tip of my finger.
What things that tree has seen
Over eons of history,
A tortured pattern
Of vicious destruction.
The human race,
Seeking to dominate,
May in turn eradicate
All life from earth.
On that final day,
We will shed a tear
For the broken promises,
The wicked schemes.
Oh, in so many ways,
How things have gone awry.
Brother killing brother,
The best have shown themselves
To be far from perfect.
But in these jaded times,
All of us have to pull together,
For no one person has the strength
To carry all the wounded,
To heal all the hurting,
To mend all the broken
Tapestries of life.
When we bind ourselves
To each other,
When we lay our bodies down,
So that another creature
Can make it one more day,
We become an integral part
Of the redemption of humankind,
And the miracle of mercy.
Cringe, post a mark.
Laugh, be a tart.
Run, lift, screeeeam!
You’re on the cake and in the cream!
Do you know the secret
Of doing good business?
Tell the truth,
That’s what I always say.
Wars wage out the window,
Behind us, on the front lawn.
We sleep a soundless sleep,
In the quiet of our bedroom.
Catch a wing,
Flutter to the sky.
Try your best to escape
This broken world, or die.
Get a high from joking
Ruffians smoking dope.
Get a wild hair up with
Nothing to do but cry
For the fun you’ll never have,
The love you’ll never know,
The pleasure you will never,
Ever find in abandoned alleys
Where you spend your waking hours.
Shooting up only brings you down
In the sorry end.
So, which way to turn?
Live to the fullest on the battlefield
Of life. Never give up!
Treasure your dreams,
And follow your heart.
Even if you never achieve
Your goals, it is your dreams
And the yearning of your heart
That let you know for sure
That you are still alive.
For without a dream,
There is no hope,
And without a heart,
There is no passion.
So dream on,
Always knowing
That in the end,
You were completely
Here, and completely
Alive and awake,
In the now.
Every day
We find our rhythm
In much the same routine.
Sometimes
We meet different people
That color our lives
With dignity and love,
And leave a lasting impression.
These instances are rare.
Usually,
We go round in circles,
Making our indentation
In life, the world and time.
Like a beautiful sea shell
We become a treasure
Through our experiences,
Our relationships,
And our gifts.
(Magpie Tales,
Mag 69)
Life is full of change.
Some people are really good
At hiding changes in their life,
At least for a while,
Until life wears them down.
Some people you can tell
Right away that something
Has changed in their life,
But you still have to wait
To see how everything pans out.
Most of us don’t handle change
Very well. Even good change.
As they say all around,
“We are creatures of habit.”
But life has a way,
Even for those who are lucky,
Of bending your will.
Call it God, call it fate,
Or just luck. Sooner
Or later, there is going
To be a change.
When things are going well,
We fear it.
When life is hitting us hard,
We hope and pray for it.
And either way,
Most of us,
Do a funny thing—
We try to control it!
But those of us
Who have tried with
Everything we’ve got
And lost—
We know that life
Is like the weather.
There are seasons.
And within those
Seasons of life,
Anything can happen.
One thing is for sure,
And that’s nothing.
You just take
What life gives you,
And don’t worry
About the rest.
(Writer’s Island
Stumbling along the sidewalk 