Wasted

Tragedy

Disastrous end of a love affair

Calamity in the wake of the fallout

Catastrophes bemoan the wind

Misfortune to the hearts involved

Heartbreak came at an expensive price

Ruin reputations bought for a night of illicit passion

Adversity fashioned the road to redemption

Mishap or coincidence lover’s duplicity revealed

Rage of uncontrollable obsession led to an

Upheaval of reprisal sorting out the victims

Cataclysmic tempo builds to a crescendo

Damage to lives unfold

Shattered emotions lay bare

Chaos ensued sorting out the fallen reflections

Bedlam erupted two souls entangled with each other

Pandemonium could not be stilled

Anarchy warped the minds of survivors

As they question why anyone did not see

The tragedy before it happened

 

Lyfe

 If lyfe was easy if lyfe was sweet

If there were no struggle or ugliness on the streets

If beauty in the world outweigh the poverty surround

Dreams of running through fields of lilies

Smelling a sweet red rose 

Lyfe we all wish to behold 

Lyfe is what we make it, shape, embrace it, take it, create it

Lyfe isn't easy and sweetness is rare to be found

We struggle each day with the horror around

Peace, we hear about seen rarely 

Lyfe, I want to bury my head and not

Listen to all the shit how lyfe is only

Meant for the rich

The poor must submit

Never will they get

To have what they wish

All bullshit

If lyfe was easy, if lyfe was sweet

There would be no crying in the streets

Mothers’ tears would not wash away the blood stains

Of her children spilled

The homeless would have a place to 

Lay their heads

The hungry would be fed

And the earth would give back its dead

Lyfe is reality

 

 

Early Up

Another day to

Be put to

The test

Alarm sings

It’s time to get up

Roll over and smile

Taking in the beauty

Lying next to me

Inhale the fragrance

Of promises

Wipe away

Last night’s kisses

No time to reflect

Today is calling

And cannot be

Put on hold

There is life

Beyond these walls

Sunshine seeps in

Reminding the world

Does not stop for those

Who procrastinate?

One last glance

At the clock

And now it is time

Start the day

Early up

 

 

 

If You

If you give me wings so that I might fly

If you give me a voice, I will sing with angels

If you give me a future I will dream

If you give me encouragement, I will become many things

If you sing my praises with empty words, I will have the wrong visions

If you knock me down, make it count

If you see into my heart and know it's worth

Then why question if I am virtuous

If you see my tears know that I have empathy

If you spit on my name let, there be a sound reason for it

If I curse you my justification will be pure

If I love, you there will be no beginning or end

Only infinity

If you give me, you I will give you who I am

 

 

 

 

 

Man Can Fly

 Wrestling with yourself

 Fighting who you should be

Indecisive on the course of reality

In a dream world you live

Struggling to exist

Nothing is making any sense

In the world you now subsist

In your mind somewhere lost

Trapped in a demented sphere

Crying out for help but

No one hears

Listening to voices that

 Are not there

Only in your mind do you hear

Whispers’ telling you lies

That man can fly

Going through a transformation

On a spiritual journey

Opening your mind to

Unknown entities as your

 Mentality is rocked with

 More confusion

Disillusioned to what is real

And you are asking yourself

Will I ever heal?

In the abyss you call home

Praying for the norm to

Return to your life

The whispers continue

To overpower your thinking

Voices becoming louder

Mingling with tears

You cry from frustration and pain

Relief will not come

As they tell you

Man can fly come join us

 

 

 

 

 

 

Healing

She no longer fought the memories of
the good and bad times
Beat herself up because some of the reminiscences
 had her longing for his touch
No, she’s never forgotten the pain he caused
or the tears she cried
It was futile for her to sit there and try to deny,
they did have some good times
Selfishness was the weapon in his war; hers was
strength he didn’t know she possessed
Haunted thoughts of him drifted into her sub consciousness
 only to come alive in her dreams
When she closed her eyes to sleep
Running away from facing feelings unresolved,
only made her realize she needed to exorcise those demons
So, she could move on with her life
To say she held hate in her heart
would only give him power,
to say she had loved him once upon a time might be truth
But its forgiveness that she had to find in her
to get back what was lost when she turned her power over to him
And he abused it so cruelly
Had to learn to love life again
Even when the darkest days threaten to engulf her 
Age and maturity watered with the tears of growth
Learning who she was and what she stood for
Imagining good can come from bad
Not letting the past recur in her future
Giving it all to God for without Him she wouldn’t be healing