Outburst

I am frequented by emotional outburst
that has been bound within,
scorching every nerve to a tingling halt.
Reflecting on every word and action
over and over.

I scramble for understanding,
of who I am and what I am capable of.
What actions should be taken,
what few should have been stopped before they started.
I listen to an old country song,
lost in thought I reflect on the difference
between the two.

I am the dictator of my own life,
but I have no esteem to see past my failures.
I am the controller of all things that may be,
but I have lost control of the simplest thing, me!
I am the only one who can understand myself
but the darkness has put up a shadow
that not even I can see past.

I sometimes find myself talking to the shadows on the walls,
they stand still listening to my every thought.
They never move in anticipation of leaving,
enthralled on everything that I have to say.
They have no where else to go, you see?
They stand watch at the human form
that is of them and me.

I am frequented by emotional outburst
that has been bound within,
scorching every nerve to a tingling halt.
Reflecting on every action
that has ever been made over and over again.

Everything is lined out
in a perfect understandable fashion.
Accomplishments are joyed upon,
forgetting of the tears that were shed along the way.
Once lost was found, once feared is fearless!
I can see the difference between the two,
there is no underlining of ink scrambling my mind.

I am the dictator of my own life,
I have the esteem to see past my failures.
I am the controller of all things that may be,
I know who I am, I know who I may one day be.
I am the only one who knows who hides beneath,
the picture is clear like the horizon on a brisk winters day.

There is only one shadow on the wall,
it sits and listens to me singing over that old country song.
In harmony we walk together
nothing holding us down from the outside world.
It has no where else to go, you see
but to try and keep up with me.

I am frequented by emotional outburst
that is bound within me.
My mind tells me what will be,
at times it can be more than a little confusing.

Eclipse

Staggering into a room, everything seemed so dark
I had not had a drink, I was intoxicated against my will, I think.
Eyes focused on a spinning picture
colors ran together as one in a brilliant form.
A rainbow eclipse hovered over me,
I was enlightened to what I was not supposed to see.

I heard a bird chirp in song
he had his mind made up I could hear.
His plan was simple and it had nothing to do with
his life of normality.
He knew he could take flight
his wings had taken him on many journeys.
He could fly away
as if there was nothing stopping him.

As the eclipse of  colors swirled
I thought of that freedom
to take flight when all was not well
or just when he became bored with the same thing.
I could not help but wonder how that felt
to take flight when things were not up to par
instead of sitting perched on a tree to dwell.

The more that I watched him
the more that I wanted to leave.
A place that only held friction and uncertainty.
I was searching for something
that would not leave me reluctant of
facing obstacles that once were so easy to face.

The sky has now darkened
the clouds are bountiful across the horizon.
I can smell the moister building up
the ache in my body has come to a boiling high.
The colors fade away
as the calm before the storm leaves me in peace,
for what short time that may be.

Everything became so clear
I was thrown from being intoxicated
to a sobering feeling of reality.
There were wonders that was not so far away
there was beauty that most ignored to see.
Life gives us only what we reach for,
it gives no bounty to those who do not fight for more.

The eclipse melted away
as fast as it had appeared.
The colors found the way back into the sky,
a fading of darkness left the clouds bright
in a beautiful clear hue.

Some things are not meant to be understood
an outside look in was all that was needed
to reflect on what was important
and what was not,
 had taken hold.

All of me

I will not bargain for what I want
I will not take only part of what I deserve
I am free from needless nothings
I am worth everything that is something

I cannot take you by your stance
I can only except the actions that are shown
I cannot take the words that you say as truth
there have been to many words spoken
that were merely nothing more than lullaby fairy tales

I am a little bit complicated I have to admit
shoveling into my soul can be as hard as a miners job.
You only get what you earn
you can only see the sides of me that you work for.

I can give you the lust that you seek
I can give you sweet kisses along the crest of your heart
you only have one small thing to accomplish
take my heart in your palm and relish it for what it worth.

Nothing that matters can be bought
anything worth having takes understanding.
I can give you the core that my heart rest upon
I can give you the soul that hides behind my every nightmare
I can give you unconditional love and rapture
I can give you anything that you seek
as long as you can handle, all of me.

Echo

Two steps from the truth
a second glance into the aftermath of hell.
Beggars and pleaders beckon from their broken souls,
eagerness awaits them on the other side.
Careless thoughts hear the sound of the trumpets playing,
agony can find the heart in the shallow of its own darkness.

Pledging reluctantly against the dawn,
safety lays in the pillow in which they sleep.
Dreams become nightmares that are held dear,
remembering a time when all was unclear.
Tokens are not worthy of their cost,
some things are lost among the shadows on the walls.

What once was important
loses the glue that held it together.
What once was a hope,
turns into a dark and useless nothing.
Nothing is as it seems
when hidden behind the effort that only one soul bled.

The clock is ticking, as the time stands still.
The memory of accomplishments are faded,
as restlessness takes it place.
Tracks were walked that should have been ignored
time was wasted that could have been pushed forward.

You cannot change tomorrow with yesterdays mistakes,
you cannot walk the coals of earth
without the bothersome echo of a tormented soul.
Time has led us to where we belong,
the nightmares begin to fade, ever so slow.

When you find true love you have no reason to write of that, that does not exist...

Snow days

It started as one, 

a free day for the kids to play.

As the evening passed by it was obvious 

that another snow day was on its way.

With confidence we decided this will not be so bad,

we can sleep in without the ding of the alarm clock.

Then it happened, noise everywhere all through the night, 

there is not much sleeping in 

when the youngsters have your day already planned out.

Snow soaked carpet and wet clothes slung everywhere,

a bird on the loose has them running like a bunch of terrors.

Jumping, climbing, scaring the poor critter

he is left breathless regretting his last moment decision.

Now he is free and I am wishing for my own pair of wings.

Fly into a tree, run into a cave,

anything would be better than yet another snow day.

Then the phone rings

BOE is on the other line

the kids could tell by the look on my face

that they now have number four of snow days.

They jump up and down in their excitement

complete glee is written all over their little faces.

This week will be the death of me,

I am in search of rope and tape aplenty.

We all know that the President is not perfect but neither was Bush Jr who killed thousands of innocent people and still could never kill the one man he "told us he wanted" he had opportunity and the ability to do so but did not. Clinton was not perfect either "but came close it" until he decided a BJ under his desk was a good idea "would not have been so bad if it had been from his own wife". When you try to find information about what made Pres Bush Sr so great, you get pictures of him throwing the first ball in a baseball game. The list can go on and on with every president that we have ever had. Kennedy screwed around on his wife like it was going to be his last lay. Washington agreed to set his slaves free, but they were not permitted to "be free" until his death. The list can go on and on and on! Now we have a new picture up of our now President "supposedly writing to ISIS" who comes up with these fabrications? We hear everyone saying that he does not want to go against them "because he is one of them" at the same time that they are threatening his life also. At the same time the President and Supreme Leader Ayatollah Ali Khamenei are running their own campaign on how and when to take the ISIS down. You know like he did with the other terrorist that were destroying so many lives for so many years. A big thank you to our Military and Government for risking their lives and finally being able to give us at least some peace of mind. Do you all really think that "we the people" know what is really going on? Ummmm no! Sadly enough though people will make it up along the way and thousands more will be believe it as long as it fits their agenda of spreading hate. You see these "false headlines" with thousands of people degrading and some even wishing death on others over lies. I guess that I will never get how some people believe that slander and hate will help our already torn nation. I guess I will never understand how hate gives us so much more pleasure than humanity. And we wonder why our children bully and cause so much pain to others! Really is it that hard to understand? They see it everyday by the adults in their lives, they hear the chatter, they see the jokes, they are by far smarter than we are. They can figure out anything just by paying attention to their surroundings, something that we lack is paying attention. We lack the ability to pay attention to our surroundings and figuring out the truth before we spat lies. 90 percent of the people who hate the President, hated him before he was in office and it had nothing to do with his work in the community that he came from. If I go to the car lot and see a shitty green car and hate it from the beginning I will not care how great that it is on the inside. I have already decided that I hate it! I am not even going to set in the seat of it because I know I will not want to drive it around. Now that shiny red car over there I may want because it sparkles so nicely in the sunlight. Now the inside may be less desirable with torn seats and no cd player whereas the shity green one may have had leather "un-torn" seats and a stereo system "with a cd player" that can be heard a mile away. How would I know that? After all I had my mind made up from the beginning!