DOCTOR FOSTER WENT TO GLOUCESTER
or so the story says. Trot, trot around the puddles and glop that are keeping the roads in disarray. Skittish with its wishes as its tail flips, whips, and swishes; but, a horse is a horse as we all know of course! And there's no doubt this one snorts while behaving like a jack-ass...
IN A SHOWER OF RAIN.
that suddenly came like a cane to inflict pain after behavior causes shame, but one in the same, history won't remember the names of the inconsequential claims to fame who witnessed the humiliation of Long Shanks when...
HE STEPPED IN A PUDDLE
oh screw it! He flew through the air like a rather large flair with wind blowing his hair until...Splash! With a...Crash! And so many people laughed because the great man did try to stand in a puddle as big as a trash can filled with water, mud, and debris...
RIGHT UP TO HIS MIDDLE
and yes, it probably tickled though such things made him fickle about being in such a pickle and so with a few little hand jiggles he was pulled from the slop, where his face really did plop and needed a mop so he could see. Red as can be, for angry was he! Enough! He did roar for humiliation seems to never boar the heartless who try hard to hurt and keep score. So he rode home...
AND NEVER WENT THERE AGAIN!
Nothing felt so surreal as when he called me perfect
Insecurities were lifeless within me
Floating along on a breeze I
danced among the clouds; caught up
Nothing mattered except when he called me baby
I was his and he was mine
In my mind there was no space in-between
Nothing was more erotic than when
he slid his arms around my waist
face in my neck, chills down my spine
hands shivering, short breaths
Nothing was more incredible than that....
Nothing was more upsetting than when he was upset
with me especially
Nothing hurt worse than the names
Than the disappointment
Than the expectations
Nothing was harder than the court orders
Than the shelters
Than the sleepless nights
Nothing was longer than the drive out of state
Than parenting single
Than the not knowing
Nothing stabs like a tear soaked pillow
or a broken heart
Nothing makes me feel more like a fool
Than wanting him back
Than missing his laugh
His smile, his charms
Call me crazy
You can hear it in the ringing of bells
And the soundest of stories.
You can see it in the way the snow falls
And the way the world is full of light.
It is the magic all around us,
From the stories of brighter stars
And the idea that maybe
Reindeer can fly in December
And magic hats can bring cold men to life.
There are some wrapping gifts to give
And others are lighting candles,
All the while
The saints are outside singing
Of the Messiah,
Of God here with us,
Of wishing you a merry Christmas
And maybe we could join them.
But it’s a silent night
It’s cold outside
So stay a while,
Stay here in the warmth
Of vivid lights and winter memories.
And remember that the breath of heaven
Exists just beyond us,
Just beyond the firelight
Where the smoke billows out of chimneys
And where Nicholas watches and waits
For us to fall asleep
With dreams of sugarplums dancing.
And remember that faith
Is something that keeps us warm
And keeps our spirits merry.
So deck the halls
And let it snow,
Because I have heard
That there are saviors born
Under the bright stars in Bethlehem stables,
Meant to bring peace to all of us.
And right now
There are living nativities
And children rockin’ round evergreen trees,
All the while
There are angles in the sky singing
Of the Messiah.
Singing of joy
And maybe we should listen.
‘Cause it’s a holy night
So remember Jacob Marley,
And the little drummer boy.
And remember the truth of the Christmas story,
That it’s a wonderful life
And that if Charllie Brown’s Christmas tree
Taught us anything,
Is that a little love can make us grow.
So let it snow, let it snow,
Let it snow.
But I am not sleeping.
I am steady staring at my ceiling, trying to recollect the last time I felt this forlorn.
...the last time I felt a hollowness make its home in the pit of my stomach, only to be satisfied by the thought that you might be yearning for me, the same way I am aching for you.
... and I am still not asleep.
The butterflies in the pit of my stomach,
are now dying.
They once fluttered around so proudly for you,
but you've left them poisoned with abandonment the day you called your quits.
It's 3: 17am
and I am almost asleep.
But I wonder...
If the same loneliness that consumes me,
consumes you too?
My child I waited
Slowly I drag
My restless body
Up to my bed
Softly I hear a
Whisper from God
"How are You.?
"I waited for You all day."
"Why,? didn't you come."
"My child I long for us to
spend time together."
"But You forgot
to say hello."
"I Waited and waited
Until the sunset faded.
And still, I never heard
your foot steps."
Sunrise appears with the morning
"My rainbow mist shines on your brow
Draping a curtain of love on your face
I wrap my comfort blanket of grace
around all your brokenness and pain".
I see all your tears
"My child come to me now."
Quickly I leave my room
And run to the nearest exit
To a beautiful wonderful
Free from pain
No more suffering
I am free at last
Slowly drifting on a mass
of white fluffy clouds
I am greeted by to glorious
Angels dressed in golden gowns
Waiting to escort me to the most high.
This is it
Single serve Apocalypse
I'm staring into the center of a future
One I can never have
My wants and dreams become alight
All that I cherish
The bite hits
Tearing me down like an atom bomb
Obliterating all that I hope to be
As the light of the blowback fades
All goes dark
Blacker than the grave I may crawl from
But there's you
The only thing keeping me afloat
At least until I have to fall
These final moments can be one of sorrow
Or a happiness I know will shatter
I stare into your eyes and words fail
So I lie
Pull you into my arms and simply pray
That you don't smell the blood
Because I know despair is coming
Marked special for you
You will share my darkness, so I'll share your
A few hours
My time is quickly eroding
My mind is slowly decaying
My body will be playing catch-up
Your love soothes me, bittersweet lullabye
So I go with my friendly executioner who saves my soul
I don't know what to feel anymore, thoughts of regret and embarrassment.
All that you told me about how you always felt numb well ma'am
I now feel the same way. an empty feeling, no feeling.
"what are feelings?" Is what I keep asking my self.
Delusions, Anxiety, and Fear of something I already know.
Because of that dream where you rejected me,
And told me you like him better then me.
I know you know who I mean.
Just finish me off already...