Let me tell you what I remember
hot stormy nights in my south land
running barefoot through the field
hearing mom call us out the back door
momma cooking fried chicken
drinking sweet ice tea..
Trying to be quiet not seen
with tears of desperation just staying alive
dreaming of kisses from the boy next door.
Listening to the beatles on my transistor radio
and Johnny Be Good and so many others
waiting for Daddy to come back from the war...
Trying to find clothes to fit me
from the clothes the church laid at our doorstep
being poor as a church mouse
eating grits for breakfast the third week in a row
finding my two little sisters in the cubbard eating dried jello
out of the box to fill their hungry souls....
Dreading going to my uncles, he was such a pervert
wishing my daddy would come home and beat his ***
believing no one would believe us, we hid our hurt and shame
crying to God or anyone that would listen
love was never very fitting in those days......
Growing up to be people with problems rising as tall as the celing
just wanting to hide and float away..
Christmas would come with nothing under the tree
or maybe a pair of socks and we would cry with joy
mom would make us a cake for one birthday
with money she made from the blood of her hands
with eight kids we looked like we were starving
so many of us had hollow looks as we could not stand...
Yes life came and it went.. some died and ran to find peace
it took a lifetime of wants to find the way at least
with millions of tears that fled down the hillside of time
we all take what we can get but finally learn to give
with little laughter in between...
Learned to live with butterflies and hearts
with little ones like us gives us a another start.
Life turns us around one day at a time
then one day you look in the mirror and cry'
what in the hell happend I use to be young
now I look like the northern sun
with wrinkles and weathered with time
hair so white, maybe just maybe I pray
it's the wrong time...
One day I will be gone from this world
God has promised a life with him
in gold and jewels of heavenly sent.
I have been blessed these many years.
but It sure will be nice to be in glory with Him..
Debbie..@ 2016
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 4:08 PM UTC
She hears the heavy tread of his shoes,
carrying the weight of his mighty
shoulders,
is her sad and trodden Solitary Man~
Hurt by life’s emotions
she has traveled so far
found love once -
with this Solitary man~
One more journey
to seek his vision
and love
she looks for her
Solitary man~
But she knows the answers
already given to her lonely heart
as she travels his roads
her heart looks for him
to return to her arms
her Solitary man~
it is only a matter of time
till her solitary man
finds his way
to her bleeding heart
crushed at the sight
of Her Lonely Solitary Man~
Is it to late?
the love that once has been
is now down a lonely path
trodden with tears
to her Soliatry Man~
Debbie Brooks.. @ October 27th 2016
https://soundcloud.com/evanthiabilionis69/solitary-man-evanthia-bilionis?utm_source=soundcloud&utm;_campaign=share&utm;_medium=facebook
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 1:00 PM UTC
**My skin is slowly dying, untouchable
Makes me eternal in my soul
My strength has fallen away~
I feel the darkness
The Sweetness, the lullabies
Dusk have it flirting with blackness
Time will tell~
All the trembling
The promises like my prayers
Needs the darkness
Need the whispers of the night~
I feel the darkness
In my soul, shed blindness to witness
Shared color of blackness
Just one more time~
Darkness lingers over my body
Through a flicker like a memory
Searing through the corner of my bones
Fears and joys and smiles, please just one more time~
Make me feel the light
Just one more time
then maybe I could be strong~**
Brooke Dylan @
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 10:08 PM UTC
The light of heaven is flooding the earth
the depths of divine love flows through each birth
let us connect within each others hearts
at the moment with two to choose from the arts~
There stood their souls among the falling
dawn sat before the sunrise forestalling
as the moans were the deepest as they arose
the hurt is vulnerable like a black rose
in the forest that came way down deep alone
was the moan~
Dew drops in the dawn weighs down the petals
darkness, lightening, flames, in the fire of metals
burns deeply in the consciousness and flames
the wrath and anger can be felt that blames,
can reign deep in your bones
as the Storm brings the unconscious so alone
as it moans~
debbie
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 7:39 PM UTC
My Silver tongued darling
He approached me at the park in the dark
Sitting on a bench watching lovers
A smile and his eyes screamed at me
A sliver streak through his hair
I smiled as he sat next to me
His hand touched my knee
A silver ring on his little finger
We said not a word just a silent stare
Message received we walked away
My skirt fluttered in the breeze
Silver shoes upon my feet
My place close at hand
Inside the door a kiss that lasted all night long~
Always wanted to be a poetess
With a skip and a jump into
A silver tongue darling, that he is...
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 9:58 PM UTC
I am,
Sorrow that weeps,
A little bit happiness that creeps
Remorse afloat, in my silk coat
Emptiness that appears, as silence leers
Fading a shadow, far below
Begging forgiveness, lots of emptiness~
I am
Cemented dreams, gone to extremes
Song of despair, not knowing I care
Tears grabbing, hands jabbing
Wisps of cries, light up in the sky~
I am
Eyes pleading, heart bleeding
Passion that is no more, trying to ignore
Breath held, trying to expel
Life is gone, not so brawn~
I am
Holding lifeless, so breathless
Sobs of redemption, seize upon preemption
Full fledged devastation, marks no exemption
Temptress aching, no remaking~
The Disillusion Is Me~
Debbie Brooks @ 2016
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 10:48 PM UTC
Who is the perfect man
**All the links of dripping bonds
words of no hope is her missing man
fighting among life so cold
blindness would be a gift she was told~
Her deepest emotions, are links to hard to breath
all that is weathered askew that she needs
her mans heart beats with the moon
breathing one breath in last darkness noon~
How long does a woman weep
does it last from the past
screaming for a better life to live one more day
with nothing and no more strife
this typical surrender is often betrayed
that has bowed to divinity presence~
So you see, there once was this perfect man
he loved her from head to toe
took her in his mind,
and promised to never let go~
Their whirlwind romance traveled the worlds
tears and laughter were shed she was told
but beauty ruled the day~ and never went away
he made his humble way, with love and satisfied tears to stay~
Across continent and roaming in her heart of hearts
and pleased her every whim....kissed her eyes
cried when others tried to part their lives
but never and never did anyone hurt their love~
She wanted him for herself ... but knew that could never be
for their worlds extended bounteries ... that she could never know
to be in a safe mode, she withdrew into her soul
and fell into her mold ... that tore her apart she knew~
Anger did grow... she withdrew... hated herself
didn't know what to do~...maybe just maybe
she would love another one day~
Was he the perfect man?**
Debbie~
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC
You Are The Music
Simply said, as she wove ahead
dancing lightly to his charms
kiss these lips one more time
just know you're a friend of mine~
Friends come and go
knowing you are my music
my hopes and dreams that seem to fade~
Wow what a picture of means,
with hands that have held time
lots of kisses followed thee
to the ends of earth and more~
Lines that tell a story
folds the soul oh so fine
life so hard but what a life
never to be but oh the glory~
I swam to the shallows every night.
Nothing but shadows and the deep moonlight.
I longed for you as I had before,
but in my heart I knew that you didn't love me anymore.
I waited and sang our favorite song,
wondering exactly where our friendship went wrong~
I missed the way you smiled at me and sent me little notes
till that day was turned around
our laughter was no more,
now all I have left is the memory of us
and a quick hello....
Debbie Brooks @ Septembr 1 2015
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
You are ****** dry and left forgotten
beaten and hurt and oh so struggling
merely a reflection of yet another
so much hate torn and damaged....
Do we come here but for homage to sanctity?
hearts ripped but torn bleeding hands
licking at tortured air like so many others
like a gaping wound that are in our chest....
World.... weep those tears of pain
seeking worthlessness to beat the band
howl at the moon that tore at your throats
as a dying race can understand....
Pain is amplified, not sorted
when one falls, another rises
sequence of birth and death like so many
sorrow and pain overlap to the brink of heaven...
From these peaks and valleys
one bleeds
profound, inexplicable despair
in a explosion's unrequited dream...
Where do we lay our head to rest?
our existence in our ample chest
licking our gaping wounds
weep those tears.... for the blood that runs and burns...
Debbie Brooks @ July 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
Simply Wanting
Our need was evident
Simply wanting
a shared dream
lost in passions paradox
between the crevices of paragon
kisses so bent around the others dreamy night
lure of diamond light insight with the other
in a tortured love song our need
simply wanting the love of you..
Debbie
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC