Too Good

When it looks and feels too good to be true most likely it is
Never fall for the smooth words he tells you
Sometime you might need to question your heart and go with your gut feeling
Never let your guard down once you do it easy to fall for the lies or blind you from the truth
Never put your all into something even if it feels real especially if you have a little doubt
Never put your trust is someone who could eventually break your heart
Never fall in love with someone whose not capable of loving you
Never believe someone who makes you feel like what you have will never end because that’s not reality
Ppl get bored and then they become unfaithful
Never open up because once you do thats when you become valuable and that’s when the boogeyman can take advantage of your heart.
Never fall into their trap because they will tear you apart mentally, physically, emotionally and you’re left with nothing
Just your broken heart and pain

Consequential Moments

Sixty-some years ago we ran
Barefoot through the rain
Rode the river rocks
Down the creek again, and again
Drove through mountains
Wind blowing in our hair
Chased fireflies and
Counted falling stars and then…

Fifty-some years ago we ran
Headlong into reality
Drove hours to see family
Changing diapers in the car
Chasing toddlers
Through the store
Counting hours
Between feedings and then…

Forty-some years ago we
Lost our way
Through life
Struggled to
Make sense of anything
Longed to be whole again
Wandered aimlessly
Through heartache and then…

Thirty-some years ago we
tried again to make
Broken lives function
Searched for our
Lost ‘inner child’
Found the child
We had forgotten
Again denied them space, then…

Twenty-some years ago
We found new hope
Love to be explored
Greater Love to be shared
Family to blend
Hearts to mend
Brokenness to surrender
We stood barefoot taking vows, and now…

Today we stand as three
And we are whole in Him.

Sandwiches Enough at Last

She, alone, was ready for the apocalypse.
She was well equipped with weapons.
She was designed for survival.

She had no family ties
No one to slow her pace down.
She had everything she needed for years

But the raspberry, orange jam for her PB&J sandwiches.

Poem #8

childhood was like a dream

carefree, full of possibilities

treasure trove of wonder and curiosity

 

adulthood was a harsh wake-up call

to reality yet surreal

truth and lies woven together

 

so I heard though experienced neither.

Hour 7

Oh I am wandering
Yogini
Drank a cup of
this intoxicated
Love
What the heck
Happened to
My heart?

I drank this cup
And now I live
Fully and
Whole heartily

In one moment
I lived centuries

Why did I
Contacted this
Illness?

A wave of ecstasy
swept over me
And I drank
The whole
Universe !

My heart is
Overwhelmed
And I renounced
My mind
Defilments

Now nothing
Affects me
Nothing
Strikes
My heart
I don’t
Give voice
To my pain

Oh I am wandering
Yogini
Drank a cup of
this intoxicated
Love
What the heck
Happened to
My heart?

I drank this cup
And now I live
Fully and
Whole heartily

In one moment
I lived centuries

Iowa Evening: Hour 7

An Iowa dusk finds me
falling, helpless, into an endless sky.
On a road far before me
a farm truck spins a cloud of dust
that blossoms gold in the evening light
as the vehicle disappears.
Farm houses lay silent, close and flat
to a faraway horizon
while a setting sun
flames its way into the corn.

I feel the small scale of my heart
blossom and bloom in this endless place.
And everything I breathe
is earth and light and sky.

Travel thru the Mirror Poem 8

Travel thru the mirror

Where my face used to be

No wrinkles

Where my neck was smooth and silky

Travel to before the gray tinge

And the small hump

forcing me to lean forward

Travel thru the mirror

Where innocence lived

Where Love was simple

and the Future alive

 

Travel back here and see the reality

A woman aged and tired

Saged and wired

Regrets, broken hearts

Responsibilities

 

Travel thru the mirror

One day an aged crone

Will look back at me

See innocence and love

And wonder why

I believed in regrets

Why I worried over broken hearts

and responsibilities

 

The mirror reflects

What our eyes see

a moment’s glimpse

Into the self we imagine

ourselves to be.

 

SHE

A life of love she lacked
riddled with turmoil, pain
and unhappiness

A decision she made to heal
learned empathy, compassion
and self love

Now she is rooted in love

Hour 8, Prompt 10 – Sevenling: Dad

He asked for three things:
A bottle of Coke, a package of cheese and peanut butter crackers
and a ham sandwich

He hated dialysis
and diabetes
and kidney failure

He never wanted these things… all at once

 

In memory of Al Eisnaugle (12/20/1946-6/22/2008, 11 years ago today)

James

He loves taquitos and dancing with me in the moonlight,

holding hands, playing with my hair,

tender kisses and blasting music while cooking,

rubbing my chest when I’m not feeling good and making things with his own two hands.

 

He hates the feeling of inadequacy and the taste of coconut,

the way his hair looks without gel,

when people voice their opinions without considering the other point of view,

people who merge on the freeway without using their turn signal.

 

… And he chose me.