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I bloom in front of you,
open and flourish under my own sun.
Yet you,
don't stop and watch anymore.

Under finger and thumb,
I stretch ever so delicately with hope.
yet you,
aren't accustomed to this shade of green.

Stretching upwards,
I wish on stars that make me feel insignificant in a greater world.
Yet you,
refuse to believe I am magic.

I cry tears of pure sadness,
watching life grow where they fall.
Yet you,
can't appreciate the simplicity of my nature.

I pour my soul into you,
intimacy in over flow and heart swollen.
Yet you,
can't see that I have begun growing roots.
It can enrage the angels
Devils it can make serene
Most powerful creation
Anyone has ever seen

Peace in cruel hell
It's rhymes can create
It's emotions can bring
The heavens to hate
Poems are magical
To not try is giving into defeat

To try is an opening for possibilities
I'm making a goal to write a motivational quote a day for myself. While I do so I will be posting them here.
You are
the Object of My Affection
my reason
my direction
The cause
of this infection
I can't break it down
.... in sections
Not a vote
     in an election
My sugary confection
A whirlwind
      of protection
A needle deep
       injection
I can't stand
     this harsh rejection
You are the seed
     of my reflection
We share
       the same connection
Perhaps thought
      just projection
With further
     real inspection
Was found
    in that detection
I have no need
for our perfection
I'm making
    the corrections

To be the Object of Your Affection
I hope it's not too late
that your love it still awaits
me
on the BRIGHT light of the sun.

Love you

Cherie Nolan*© 2016
Made a necessary addition tonight, thanks all.....
Thought about this after dream just couldn't do it till tonight so I guess it's still coming slowly....to my darling Steven. XO
Run your car off the side of the road
get stuck in a ditch way out in the middle of nowhere
Get yourself in a bind
Lose the shirt off your back
Need a couch,
need a floor
need a bus fare

This is where the rubber meets the road
This is where the cream is gonna rise
This is what you really didn't know
This is where the truth don't lie

Chorus:
You Find Out Who Your Friends Are
Somebody's gonna to drop everything
Run out and crank up their car
Hit the gas
get there fast
Never stop to think what's in it for me
Or it's way too far
They just show on up with their big ol heart
You find out who your friends are

Everybody wants to slap your back
Wants to shake your hand
when you're up on top of that mountain
But let one of those rocks give way
And see who's around then

This ain't where the road comes to an end
This ain't where the bandwagon stops
This is just one of those times
when a lot of folks jump off

You find out who your friends are somebody's gonna drop everything
run out and crank up their car
Hit the gas
get there fast
never stop to think what's in it for me or it's way too far
they just showing up with their big ol heart
You Find Out Who Your Friends Are

When the waters high
When the weather's not so fair
When the well runs dry
who's going to be there?

Lyrics to Find Out Who Your Friends Are by Tracy Lawrence.



Cherie Nolan.... it's a good **** question don't you think?
Not mine.... was helped by the kindness of a stranger today in an amazing way. I guess there's no shame in being homeless I'm not now but I was for three and a half years.  I left out the last chorus it just repeats...
We ...
Are The Architects of Our Fate
we build the walls
all these gates
We construct solid walls
they take them down
let them fall
then look around
for Solid Ground
until it's found
I plant my feet

Take a seat
share a story
of honored Glory
My Father was a Carpenter
a Master Builder they would say
And I see his buildings
every day
Arts and craftsman
my kind of build
houses filled
engrossing skill
amazing will
holes were drilled
handhewn milled
beams
intricate details

imparted to me
you can see
by carving
wooden
weathered
leather hands

It's good to admire
though I do not aspire
to live in one now

I miss the farm
in  simple charms
A time exsist my  memories

Queen Abigail of Chelsea
a border collie
she was our dog
Willamina a hog
or the name of a pig
rooting earth she'd happily dig
a silly gig
She never was a meal
Her funny squeal
Saved her life

had a horse  named Cochise
no wool from lamb
that we could fleece
you could not ride
but would stand on hind
legs
and beg
for marshmallows!

I miss the Farm
all the time
it taught me
life is worth living
to keep on giving
what I can.


Cherie Nolan © 2016
Very strange day.... felt terrible this morning had overwhelming day and finally some peace. :)
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