"To Receive In Return"

Some people love the players

While others love the game

Sometimes you only give as much of yourself as you receive in return

Fragile is the heart

And should not be played with

Life moves in one direction

Foot steps forward should be planted well

So why do you ask me to take a path that you are not willing to walk yourself?

Love is just a word until you give it meaning

Empty are your hands that gesture

A wall surrounds your heart

Some words require action

To secure the meaning

You need to learn how to be happy by standing upon your own two feet

Before you walk along side another

Then maybe... one day...

I'll be what you need

It all depends upon you

But don't wait too long...

For the day you finally decide you want me

May be the day I've finally given up upon you...

© 2019

"Promise Yourself"

Brave are those souls that reach out...

There is a reason...

Old decisions made...

Can have long reaching shadows

It is up to us to use the light of learning

To surrender and grow from the past

Even though we can see the bad coming

Nothing can ever prepare us for that moment

Those seconds that hold us still

Till time is realized and made

The throat swelling ache of confusion...

Tears at the ready to leap to the ground

Faster than the body can fall

We as human beings absorb all this

Hard times turn us in

Cold days cause us to hold onto our hearts

Wrapping our lonely souls in misplaced hope

We lose patience...

And forget to express concern for another when we see the suffering

Our names should not be just casual words spoken

We define our own worth

We are not the sum of others wrong assumptions made

Regardless of age, race, or status

Peace always begins within

Devote yourself to that care

Be passionately generous

Discover the power within from living authentically

Because we are our own lifetime companion

Change does not start to happen...

Until we are brave enough

To be that change...

Together we shine brighter

If we let the light in and win

So take my hand now

For one day...

I may need yours.

© 2019

"Refuse To Be Haunted"

Torn is the heart and soul

And I am between those moments

Of what I want to keep and what I want to forget...

The unfortunate part is, we all eat lies when our hearts are hungry

It leads us astray to the abandoned and lost...

We anchor ourselves to things that may or may not be there

Sweet words cover up false hope

And a tender embrace holds hidden broken promises made

The combination of realizations cause thoughts to question

Acceptance and validation is one of the most powerful things

Honoured was the soul to receive such attention

Until the world within a world shifted

Change whispered hints of the end

Until I was lost again...

The worst kind of pain came...

Getting hurt by the person I explained my pain to

The sky fell...

My feet lost their way

Each day was a journey

Light to darkness, then darkness to light...

Life is now living and I am not looking back

My path does not lead that way

I have learned my lesson of you

I've removed myself from worthless feelings

My time matters

My soul is not replaceable

And I refuse to be haunted by ghosts you attempt to throw back into my life

You say this is your greatest act...

A final “gift” in a way

“The be all to end all...”

But I already know, that from all ash, growth begins

And I am beyond this now

Life becomes easier when you learn to accept an apology you never got

Its learning you are always worth more than the moments passed

You can take back your so called, “last gift given”

Because the wrapping is very lovely

But the box its empty...

So, I'll pass.

© 2019

"Soul Storm"

There are words that bear pointed barbs

Like sharpened swords at the ready

Silent in one moment

Then at the ready to fight

And no matter how much preparation or armor worn

They pierce through

Each syllable stinging

The burn of once passion filled words turned

Of specifically formed words of malice

The pain of truth seen...

A storm breaks...

Rivers of tears run through

Sweeping up once prized possessions

A whirlwind of motion

As the realization hits

Everyday it strikes like lightening

Through the slit within the clouds of memories

Thoughts are set on fire

And some burn through the night

Darkness pulls itself in

Attempting to calm the nerves

Until the golden beams of the morning break

A quiet moment is won...

As breathless as the sun

And as long as the roaming day

There is a noiseless onset

Its a victory seen as compete

Because its the keenest of marksman

With the most accomplished shot

Times perfect target

Is those things forgot...

© 2019