An introduction to the wandering mind of a rearranged poet. |
ANYBODY IN HERE? help me --i have gotten up and can't fall down. my mother died in 2004 and remains dead to this day. my 84 year old dad is not well. It has rained and stormed two days straight and I can not find any work at all. It seems these dark days are endless and sometimes I just feel like crying. Now ain't it funny how words mess with your emotions--let's try again. Life is too good-if I am dreaming please don't pinch me. An incredible sunny day pleasantly warm with a sweet breeze tickling the trees and making the dandelions smile. The faint odor of barbeque and laughter on the breeze. I and my friends shared a knowing smile when in the distance a rainbow crowned pure white fluffy clouds that resembled a new born lamb. WRITERS BEWARE This is my heart, opened to you, I am real and I exist and feel too. I see by your eyes I am a stranger in your view, You wonder if I am false or true. Are you busy trying to tell me what is inside, What poison or sweetness your words hide? As for me I have surrendered my pride. In the end I found everyone lied. I am struggling to listen and care, I am making my heart naked and bare, Can you do more than just stare? Writer Oh, writer BEWARE. |