“Books were safer than other people anyway.” – Neil Gaiman

They told stories
That lived in the minds
Of those who told them.
Their pages laden with details
Of love stories and broken hearts
Of mysteries
And works of art
Of music
And sing alongs
Of intricate things
That sometimes
Made no sense
Yet still belonged.
From front to back
The spine held stories
Long ago left behind.
But not mine.
For mine was one of struggle
And triumph
That carried its own weight.
A fresh and intentional perspective
A story told
On a leap of faith.
Today it’s a story that deserves
To be heard.
A story that seems so incredible once it’s heard.
But the scars
prove it’s a validity
No need to remain hurt.
Forgiveness is the key
And understanding
What it’s worth.
No matter what you believe…
God comes first.

Gentle Flower of Aggresion

Touching her was magic
To my finger tips
Her soft supple lips
The quencher
To my thirsty drip
Her sensual kiss
As soft as a petals bliss
Never ending love
I always miss.
I wish she was the one
That understood
The place I’m in
Her gentle love
The one that’s always
Hit or miss.
It’s sad it’s come to this
But now I know
It is what it is.

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No Regrets

I can’t even say
That I wish I had said yes
Because my life
Even though
It was a mess
It was a series of tests
That otherwise
Might have caused more distress
And I learned
What I needed to learn
And I firmly believe
That Gods plan is impeccable
And right in time.

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My Babies

My children…
The stars in my eyes
The breath in my lungs
My reason for living
I don’t know what I would do
If not for the love
I have from the angels
God has given me.
They are my legacy
The best of me.

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My Star

I couldn’t do anything
I saw her laying there
Her spirit had ascended
To the heavens
Where the lord awaited her
With open arms and forgiveness.
As I saw her lifeless body
Under duress being resuscitated
And shocked back to life
But she was no longer
Among the living.
I had to release her
I asked God to take her
If she was suffering
She didn’t deserve
To suffer anymore
The Lord awaited her arrival
With forgiveness and grace
It was the last time
I saw my mother’s lovely face.

Rebelí

How could I be so ridiculous
To think that life is so damn bad
No where is it etched in stone
That life is made of gold
It can be cold
But I know
It’s good
Though.

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I feel as tall
as a skyscraper
Reaching out my hands
Toward the cloud
Periwinkle hues
Across the sky
I spread my wings
So I can fly high
Forest ranger Sam
A spy from down below
Eyes wide open
As I descend
Ever so slow
The faint smell of sourdough
Fills the air
A scent so warm and sweet
My stomach doesn’t miss a beat
I can’t wait to eat
I gotta hurry up and
Touch the ground with my feet.

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storefront

Santa

I never liked the holidays
Especially in December
They aren’t what they used to be
Not the way that I remember.
As children we were happy
With whatever Santa brought
Sometimes we got nothing
And that too was something taught.
Appreciation dwindled
As the years they seemed to fly
Not knowing what it was
To see the struggle in her eyes
Santa was the woman
That worked hard
For us to eat
She provided all our needs
For our Dad was obsolete.
Because she was a warrior
And she never let us down
Every year at Christmas time
Mom was the only Santa in town.

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Full Bloom

When
she often wondered
Would it be
Her time to bloom
She often called upon God
And asked
when it would be her turn
She prayed and prayed
And one fine day
Her prayers answered
From above
She grew into the adolescent
That those around her knew and loved.

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