Sweetly does the rain
Sing against my window,
As it stirs the lavender
That caresses my nose,
Growing beneath my window as
My mother planted it there to do.
Wary do I grow of counting the
Lines,
Groves,
And cracks in my ever changing ceiling.
I try making out images instead of counting, Lacking creativity all I can see is
White,
Frooved
Clouds.

Dusk is capturing the world now and
The rain has finished it’s melody,
The insects and frogs
Take the stage and
Somewhere in the distance
Is the cry of a lone hawk,
Maybe feeling left out of the insects and frogs Choirs as,
He cries 
His sad
Song.

Pondering as to what the
Hawk’s story is
And as I ponder
I begin to hum
A soft melody keeping time
With the frogs and insects,
Maybe I am feeling left
Out like the hawk?

A breeze joins in,
String up the glories
Smell of lavender again
And cooling my face as it
Comes through the open window
I slowly drift
Off
To
Sleep...
...zzz

How could a father hurt his daughter while telling her she means more to him than the world? How can a baby be neglected by his mother?! How can a lover cheat with another!

At times like these it would be better to let the world stop turning, to breathe the last breath, to say the last word, to make the pain stop forever...?

A heart that hurts with every breath, a baby that stops its cries because mama isn’t coming, a love that dwindles, snuffed out, and dies.

At times like these wouldn’t it be better to end it all? If the world stop turning, if pain stopped hurting?!

A little girl grows up to resent her farther, a baby boy grows apart from a world he feels he isn’t a part of, a family is torn apart.

At times like these wouldn’t it be easier for the world to stop turning, easier to breath the last breath, to say the last word, wouldn’t it be easier for it all to be over?!

A women who is strong for herself and others, a family grows closer, stronger than ever before, a boy who knows the harsh truth about this world he lives in.

So it is asked again would pain stop hurting if the world stopped turning?

I hear my children
I listen
I care
Why won't you listen when I cry?
Why won't you listen?
Do you feel the ground moving?
Can you not hear me?
Can you not feel the vibrations?
Where are you all going to go when winter comes and the cold harsh reality of not having a dwelling settles in?

Who will you ask for help from then?
Will they listen?
Will they care?
Will they let you close
To their fire
Or will you freeze?

Alone,
With no one
No one to care about what war you fought
What you have done to save them
How hard you work at home
How you suffer in silence
Because you can't fly your flag!?
If you could just be you and stand up again! Be the soldier at home
To protect those you love and care about!
Be color blind!
Be deaf to the vile words!
Watch the theft and stop it
With kindness
Before it escalates!
Know that everyone has hard choices
To make to keep their kin alive!

But because you are mean
With your harsh words
You must be fighting somewhere...right?
Are you ready to fight at home?
Let me tell you
BLACK and BLUE does not need to be anyones skin color of the day!
Those colors do not look good on
Any family membor or friend!

Vile words hurt worse
They cut a person down
They replay in our heads
Until we go crazy!
At times that we need strength
Those emotional scars never leave us...
They take up space
In our heads and
Our hearts and even in our souls
They turn us into mean people
Who hurt others
Broken people have sharp edges
Handled improperly
Leaves nothing but
Hurt

Continuing to hurt each other is not the answer anyone is looking for
Maybe it used to be
We can not continue
Not anymore!
Not in 2017
Not now in 2018
Not later
No
Never
Ever
Again!
We need to
STOP!
Stop fighting each other

Start making our world
A great place to live in
Again!
Not just everyone out for themselves!
Our Mother Earth loves us
That is why we have the privilege
Of being alive on THIS PLANET!
Just keep that in mind next time you want to hurt someone else
The pen can be mightier then the sward but it still comes at a price
What are YOU willing to pay?
Will it be your family
Or your friends
Or how about
Your life?
Are the prices we pay too high?
Yes.
So be kind!
Put yourself
In their shoes
Even if
Just
For
A day!

Have you heard?
A case of the foggy brain has been goin round
Downtown
Even southbound.

Be mindful of the creepy fog
It will invade even the clearest of minds.
It starts in the neck and works it's way to the madulaobingota,
It seeps into the crevices of the brain
Till it's invaded the whole **** thing.

You must be pleading
"There has to be something that someone can do? Shirley a nurse, a doctor, or even a lobotomy would do!"

Sorry to be the bearer of bad news
But not a single thing
But hope for a
Sunny day to clear the mind slime away.

I have it!
That is the answer my friends!
Hope
Even on the rainest of days
When the case of the foggy brain is not yet at bay,
Don't lose hope
For the sun will eventually
Come your way

This hurt is enough for a lifetime
It is stacked precariously upon all the other pain
So much hurt, enough hurt to last ten lifetimes over

Please don't let my smile fool you
If you do you will hurt me to
There is only so many times I can put something
As fragile as glass back together
Before it becomes useless
One day my heart will be Humpty Dumpty
No one will be able to put it back together again   

This poor heart is already missing so many peaces it does not work as it did
If I give it to the one who does not know he has it
Will he be hurt by the sharp peaces that are left?
Can he make this sad pathetic thing feel hole again?
Is it even fair to burden my heart upon him?

All this pain is too much!

Two broken people can't find happiness
Two broken trees can't support one another
Everything will come crashing down
Everything will hurt
Like a closet too full
Like a volcano about to go
                     vs.
Two broken people will find happiness like
Two broken trees will become stronger by leaning on each other like
Everything being salved like
Everything being mended like
A closet being cleaned like
A volcano blowing off steam like
Me being with you
Happily ever after.

Hey you
Have I told you yet
How I love all the little things you do?
How those hearts you send in messages
Make me smile  
Have I told you yet?
How you make me laugh
With the silly little things you do
Hey you
Have I told you yet?
How much I love you

Oregon sun on my skin
The crisp breeze ruffling my hair
The air still holds the chill of winter but
Spring is just around the corner
With it brings promise of
New flowers
New life
New love
More laughs
Between
You
and
Me*

Dedicated to Robert with Love

Tell me a story oh please tell me a story; a story of when times were better, when times were much simpler, a story of when time was slower.
Tell me a story that will give me hope for those days to come around again, a story that gives me hope that will change my life and in turn I can change people’s lives around me.
Tell me a story that will encourage me to make my life part of this story and inspire even more.
Tell me a story that will make me cry, bring me to my knees, laugh until my stomach hurts, touch my heart and pull on its strings, open my mind and wrap it’s self around it, uplift my sole, give me hope, tell me the joys of love and faith, and make me never forget.

My eyes are wide open
My eyes might be tear stained
They might be puffy and red
But I will no longer turn a blind eye
I will no longer let the world go blind
"An EYE FOR AN EYE makes the
Whole world blind!"
Or does anyone care anymore?
Are we all THAT self-pitying and down on our luck?
What price are we still willing to pay?
For our food, for our health, for guns, or do we trade in lives now?
It is time to
Stop!