The room grew still
As she made her way to Jesus
She stumbles through the tears that made her blind
She felt such pain
Some spoke in anger
Heard folks whisper
There's no place here for her kind
Still on she came
Through the shame that flushed her face
Until at last, she knelt before his feet
And though she spoke no words
Everything she said was heard
As she poured her love for the Master
From her box of alabaster

And I've come to pour
My praise on Him
Like oil from Mary's alabaster box
Don't be angry if I wash his feet with my tears
And I dry them with my hair
You weren't there the night He found me
You did not feel what I felt
When he wrapped his love all around me and
You don't know the cost of the oil
In my alabaster box

I can't forget the way life used to be
I was a prisoner to the sin that had me bound
And I spent my days
Poured my life without measure
Into a little treasure box
I'd thought I'd found
Until the day when Jesus came to me
And healed my soul
With the wonder of His touch
So now I'm giving back to Him
All the praise He's worthy of
I've been forgiven
And that's why
I love Him so much

And I've come to pour
My praise on Him
Like oil from Mary's alabaster box
Don't be angry if I wash his feet with my tears
And dry them with my hair (my hair)
You weren't there the night Jesus found me
You did not feel what I felt
When He wrapped his loving arms around me and
You don't know the cost of the oil
Oh, you don't know the cost of my praise
You don't know the cost of the oil
In my alabaster box

Crystal clear waters,
A cool gentle breeze.
The quiet of the ocean,
Where life lives and breathes.

The rain starts to fall,
One drop at a time.
Then more and more,
To create a tide.

The white water falls,
And kisses the sand.
Like the soft touch,
Of god's gentle hand.

The beauty of the sea,
It is willing to share.
And gives of its life,
With love and tender care.

We sit in wonder,
Of the mysteries of the deep.
Then leave it to grow,
With restful sleep.

Sheila..

Distant drumming of the thunder,
Calls my soul back to mother earth.
Tiredness overwhelms me,
I have lived my worth.

My old feathers are worn,
My war paint faded and cracked.
My mount, is old and beaten,
The old ways are not coming back.

The eagle flies in preparation,
For my flight to the land of shadows.
I see my path before me,
My life's journey only borrowed.

The rain cleanses mother earth,
Washing away the stain.
The years of damage man has done,
Has become a weight of pain.

Mother earth is now calling me home,
To join my soul with hers.
I will live no more forever,
And help replenish the earth.

Sheila.

A great big thanks for being there,
To tend to all my needs,
The friendly talks the endless walks.
The Fuss, the Fun, the Feeds,

I am always groomed so clean I gleam,
Kept free from doggy germs,
You aim to please DE-flea my fleas,
Wage war when I have worms,

They tempt me with tasty treats,
I never have to beg,
And if i howl you sometimes scowl.
Like when I fancy your leg,

It isn't all one sided though,
There are things I do for you,
Like greet you with glee so hard,
I wee, Bark, blow-off, and poo.

I am a man locked in a cell,
Not a slave; not a free man.
I am trained to fight, trained to ****
A man trapped in hell.

My cloths are simple and *****,
And the food is tasteless, bland.
A bowl of slop, is all I get,
That is all that is put in my hand.

I am trained to fight to stay alive,
From hour upon hour.
Until I can hardly move a muscle,
Or until I can hardly stand.

But I will be free one day,
To live the life I deserve.
To fight for freedom, and my right to live,
To put my family first.

I died to save the people from slavery,
And my bones were burned to dust.
But I live on in history,
My name is Spartacus!!

Sheila..

He bravely went and asked her to dance,
A blush lightened up her face.
He held out his hand to lead her out,
His heart quickened in pace.

The music played a slow waltz,
He kept to the rhythm in time.
His thoughts ran away with him,
If only she was really mine.

As the music slowly halted,
He showed her back to her seat.
The thought swam around her head,
Oh my god! how sweet.

His pace quickened as he walked away,
His stature now elevated and tall.
Asking the teacher to dance with him,
Is no bother at all.

His mates all started cheering,
His triumph is now complete.
He is so darned relieved,
He didn't have two left feet.

Sheila
19/11/14

The glass lake’s surface is broken
All reflection is splintered by waves
Blackness and menace take over the sky
Bullying blue composure away

As clouds fight and argue for dominance
Thunderous exchanges are made
And stabs of white spear lightning
Attack the silent innocent trees

The force of nature ever more intense
Begins to pummel the surface
Of the once glass like lake
Forcing the trees to bend under it's will

Glass lake of tranquility unmoving
Now peppered with dark charcoal dust
The eagles though cautious return to their game
Cloudless sky, clear of nightmare once again

Sheila

The feeling of loneliness I must contend,
The knowing that the stares are those of despise.
Every bite is scrutinized by disapproving eyes,
Making me feel guilty for eating to stay alive.

They look upon me as an outcast,
A freak to make fun of when ever they like,
They don't see the hurt in my eyes.
Saying I should only be let out at night.

I am no different than the next person,
I have feelings the same as you.
Just because I am different,
Doesn't mean I don't want love to.

If only I was skinny,
And all my clothes fitted me skin tight.
I would sway down the high street,
Instead of waiting for the dead of night.

Persecuted because I was born different,
A few extra pounds here and there.
I know what people are thinking,
She's eating in public! How dose she dare.?

Sheila.

Who do I turn to? if I don't have a friend?
Who do I turn to? when my wits are at an end
When I need a shoulder to cry on, and no-one is there,
Who do I turn to? when no-one seems to care

When I'm too busy, and I haven't got the time,
Who'll be there with me? if there's no-one there to find
When I need to tell my story, who will lend an ear?
Who do I turn to? if nobody wants to hear

When I feel lonely, who will remind me of home?
And be the only one there; when I am all alone
When I see dark days coming, who will be my light?
The one I can turn to; when I've no strength left to fight

Sheila.

When the sun descends from view,
Can our love be so warm and true.
I love you dear, as heaven knows,
Sleep brings dreams of sweet repose.
All you are is the sweetest rose,
Night time fades as the daylight grows.
With care, read the first word in every line,
You will there a question find.

Sheila..

I Drink! - to blot out the world,
I Drink! - to make sense of the pain.
I Drink! - to forget of my misfortunes,
I Drink! - to suppress the insane.

I Drink! - as life dealt me a meaningful crack,
I Drink! - as I am as low as I can go.
I Drink! - as no one could love me,
I Drink! - as no one would stoop that low.

I Drink! - for I need courage,
I Drink! - for i need the reassurance of man.
I Drink! - for to blot out the voices,
I Drink! - because I can.

Sheila..

Are you surfing tonight?
Will you email me tonight?
Are you sorry we drifted apart?

Dose your computer memory stray?
To that bright summer’s day
When I PM'd you,
And called you sweetheart.

Dose the chair next to your computer,
Seem empty and bare.
Do you gaze at you monitor,
And picture me there.

Is your heart filled with pain?
Shall I text him again?
Tell me dear; are you surfing to night?

I wonder if your chatting tonight,
They say the worlds a stage
And Facebook is where we met.

You chatted with me so freely,
And never missed a queue.
Then your emails changed,
You acted strange, and why i never knew.

Honey! you lied when you said you loved me,
I had no reason to doubt you.
But I'd rather go on reading your lies,
Than go on Facebook without you.

Now my screen is bare,
And am sitting here
With, "your blocked" all around

And if you won’t come and chat to me
Then they can close Facebook down.

Do you think me insane,
I'll never PM him again,
Tell me dear are you surfing tonight?

She has beautiful flowing hair,
she picked buttercups
and held them under my chin
to see if I liked butter
and in my pocket!
the daisy chain I made for her hair
and a worn out lollipop wrapper
hair clips she refused to wear
and her favorite little kinder toy
It's wonderful being a Nana
I can relive the joys of her mum being young
and the times of my lost youth..

Sheila
12/11/2014

So sick of listening,
To the sound of my own tears.
I try to hide my emotions from the world,
But i cant hide them from you.

Every now and then,
I try just a little bit harder.
But it doesn't heal the pain of knowing,
You don't see me that way.

As my night tears start to form,
The morning dew on the ground.
And the flowers fill the air with fragrances,
That fills my head with the scent of you.

My troubled heart,
Is still in the dark of my sorrow.
You only choose me when you are hurting,
Why don't you see me, hold me, chose me.

But you don't see my saddened eyes,
Blurring with tears.
As again my heart becomes shattered,
Into thousands of little pieces.

Being consumed by darkness,
Loosing all hope.
Of your arms to hold me together,
I once again fade into the shadows.

I see you In the arms of another,
And my heart is broken once more.
Will I just be the best friend for ever,
Just the girl from next door.

I never understood why my mum was to tired,
I often wondered why she fell asleep in front of the fire.

I could never understand why she yelled all the time,
why I occupied the naughty step; I claimed it as mine.

She always seemed in deep disrepair,
and seemed only always when I was there.

But she looked after me, and fed me,
made sure I was fine.

And I only understood my mother,
in the fullness of time.

I am now a mother and always tired,
kids in bed, I fall asleep in front of the fire.

I have yelled and naughty stepped my kids for sure,
more times than I can remember and still they want more.

But I love them and care for them,
and make sure they are safe.

And when they have kids and they are just fine,
they will understand me in the fullness of time.

Sheila..

Falling on to the ground,
I crumpled in despair.
I know that you are gone for ever,
No longer to be there.

Your face, is in every young man i see,
Your walk, your hairstyle, your smile.
Thought I saw you, in town today,
My heart skipped a beat by a mile.

You were young and loving,
Had a family, a wife.
Four beautiful children,
Such a perfect life.

But your time had come,
And you went home.
And you left your family,
All alone.

Good memories we have,
Of you and your smile.
And our memory of you,
Will last a long while.

Sheila

I have a paw on my nose,
as I try to have a lie in.
I have a purring in my ear,
as I turn over to ignore.
soft purring and needing in,
the middle of my back.
make my muffled cry's,
of stop it! go unheard.  
when it stops I relax,
and drift off back to sleep.
then all of a sudden,
Meow, meow, meow.
A cat wanting breakfast,
is a fearsome thing to behold.
looks like I am well trained
I consider myself well told.

Sheila
17/11/2014

I was born with a sense of humor,
That has got me into so much bother.
I try to be good, like my mother told me i should,
But come on "Pull The Other".....

I know that i laugh, when i should be serious,
I know that i laugh when i should be sad.
I know that i laugh when someone trips in the street,
And lets face it a pie in the mush is so sweet.

OK i will be serious,
I will try to act like an adult.
I will conduct myself in a proper decent way,
And be a miserable ****** as a result....

Sheila
19/11/2014

It's rather easy to
shine in the light,
But to glow in the dark
that's just magic!

Keep the light in your soul
and then the dark
won't seem so scary....**

Sheila..

Oh My God! it's back again,
I am sure I killed it yesterday.
Quick get the swatter from the cupboard,
Before it inflicts any pain.

Just look at the size of the ******,
I think it's grown a meter or two.
The swine! it's heading in my direction,
Quick I'll bat it over to you.

There it is! just, "**** It"
"Oh my God" it's going to get me this time.
That's it I am off out of here,
You can deal with the swine.

I am not going back in there,
Unless my head is covered with a cloth.
I really hate the little monsters,
Those flapping flying Moths...

My mind tries to reason why,
I am climbing up the stairs.
And when i finally get to the top,
I forget why i am there.

I stand and try to remember,
But the picture is very vague.
So i turn myself around,
And go back down again.

At the bottom i remember,
Why i tried to climb the stairs.
I was going up to heaven,
To leave my soul up there.

Sheila.

Entry...
It's Sunday 20-7=2008 Rainy with a hint of sunshine.
Dear Diary
There are lots of things to write about,
I'm not sure where to start.
Could start at the beginning,
A man broke my heart.

I forgot my money for the bus,
I snapped a heal as well.
Lost my key to the front door,
And my hair looks like hell.

I've got a date for later,
A man I have fancied for a while.
Must try not to make a fool of myself,
So I'll sit, and listen, and smile.

I really have to go now,
Cant wait to meet my Danny,
So bye for now dear diary,
See you tomorrow, "Love Annie".

Breath life into your dreams,
And store them in the tower of your fantasies
In the shadow of the moonlight
Let your light shine bright and steady
Spread your wings and dance your magic to light the way
To every fantasy that the mind can understand
And live in the moment,

In the night air, i hear your soft flowing wings
Beating against the cold damp dew of the coming morning
Your solemn beauty shines alone until you meet in the night
With others that shine so bright
And light the way to the magic of the tower,

In the tall shadowed abyss of the blackness
Is the night and the moonlight shimmers so
That your bodies reflects the mysteries
Of the light and
In this dark and lonely place the bright Firefly dances
And leads us all into our own fantasies of the night
And the moonlight tower.**

Sheila..

I have been a child and a teenager,
I have been a young desirable women.
**I have been married, and divorced,
I have had children! and I have lost children.
I have grandchildren, and more...
but now I am a grown up oldish women
and I still have no idea what life is all about.
Please help me to understand,
What dose life want?
Sheila.
08/11/2014.

Why is your face all wet mummy?
Why are your eye's all red?
I am here to comfort you mummy,
Put a smile on your face instead,

If i surround you in pure love,
As long as i am here,
Will you stop crying mummy?
Now there is nothing to fear

Although you can not see me,
I will hold you in my arms,
I will surround you with all of my love,
And keep you safe from harm,

See now mummy; I can run and play,
I can shout a million miles,
And i would walk to eternity and back,
To see one of your smiles.

Sheila

God give me strength,
To fight the powers that be.
God give me strength,
To stop the attacks on me.

I never asked for the beatings,
Or the kick to the stomach I received.
I only wanted to please him,
I didn't try to deceive.

It really wasn't my fault,
I tried to make things right.
I don't remember picking up the knife,
making me fight for my life.

Now I am in virtual prison,
For trying to protect my own.
And my loving violent husband,
Will no longer be found at home.

Sheila.
20/11/2014

When you spend so long living in the dark
You'll do anything to run towards the faintest light
Being a big size is miserable
Always in pain..

Can't do anything on your own
When pain has destroyed your life
And made living imposable
It can take something just as painful to restore it.

Sheila..

In poet form we write our words,
As they dance around the page.
We marvel at the way they fit,
Stage.....By.....Stage.

A thought, a whisper,
A jog of memory understood.
We write of dreams and many things,
That our hearts think we should.

No one knows why we write,
Words for others to read.
A distant thought, of passion and desire,
Of someone Else's need.

The satisfaction; that we have,
Is knowing the joy of the words.
Will touch the harts of the reader,
And brighten up their world.

It's imposable to catch the wind
or stop the rain from crying
To stop the birds from singing
or stop a child from lying.

you cannot catch the wind
or prevent the rain from crying
The birds will always sing
children will never stop lying.

Just lie back and enjoy
the journeys life long ride
you know your on the right path
when it brings a tear to your eye.

Sheila..

The echo of light, once more fades into the night
And the dark once again is upon us devoid of life
Candle light shining the soft glow of false sun
giving hope, and comfort with it’s sparkling light

Warmth is absent, in the cold dark of the night
shivering under the blankets given by those that care
shun not the beggar in the street
Circumstances have placed him there,

The rain starts to fall in his make shift world
Every drop a step nearer to the end game
As he dreams of better times he had
His heart aches, as the daylight brings more of the same.

Sheila