Thursday, February 1, 2007

There are times

There are times I wish I could go back
When happiness filled the air between
Before the bruising and hurt obscured
As words were hurled in pain unseen

There are times I wish I could go back
A single choice of action change
A moment that I could be retrieve
How would this look to rearrange?

There are times I wish I could go back
If only for a brief reprise
Hearing once again your laugh
One more look into your eyes

There is no time I can take back
No time machine to get me there
Only now is all we have
Does it matter I still care?

There is only time for what we make
Just grateful for this life to live
Know this from a heart to heart
Gladly would the time I give

Friday, January 5, 2007

Love My Life

I love my life
what’s been or be
oldness and
the new of me

I love my life
it’s perfect not
grateful for
the gifts I’ve got

I love my life
both here and past
showing me
how at last

to love my life
saints and sins
endings are
where new begins

Thursday, January 4, 2007

In This New Light

In this new light
it’s clear to see
you can’t accept
the whole of me
and so together
we won’t be

you traded me
like unearned stocks
and worn out socks
because I did not
fit your box

a buisness deal
where profit waned
nothing from
this union gained
you saw no future
you explained

left the scene
without regret
anger that
you won’t forget
most alive
when you’re upset

sad you chose
the safest way
cut it quick
and ran away
hope you find
your happy way

I mean no meaness
with each word
only wish
they could be heard
beyond the love
that got so blurred

you have your path
as I have mine
and for a point
they were in line
my hope is still
we both do fine

Monday, January 1, 2007

Last Year

Last year I had a job I was good at and enjoyed. It went away because I stood up for myself, and spoke my truth about how I felt slighted and promised things that hadn’t happened.
Last year I had someone, for the first time, I completely loved trusted and respected. She went away claiming I was unworthy of her love, time and energy.
Last year I had a mother. She died.
Last year I had a daughter that had moved back into my life. She fell silent and withdrew.
Last year I had a belief that I was able to forge forward into new horizons, faithful to the knowledge that all would work itself out. It left me as I stewed and simmered in my own tears and anger at the injustice of my victim hood.
Last year I had dreams and aspirations, goals and ambitions. They went away, replaced by doubts fears and defeat.
Last year was truly the year "two thousand sucks".