Today love falls with my tears
This heart is broken into pieces
You're rude and selfish, sighs...
Probably you have no feelings.

Don't you remember me anymore?
You are still smiling at my shore
I'll be sad, I never thought it before
Stay in my heart, stay evermore.

I will be waiting for your love
Like I had been falling in love
I am hurt, what do you have?
Sweetie, turn back to me, don't rove!

Don’t rush life
        Because
Life can sometimes
        Rush you...

Alone and afraid
she huddles against the wall,
please don’t let him find me
not this time, I wasn’t bad at all.

Hands reach down
grab her by the hair,
she feels the first hit
there’s pain everywhere.

She cries out loud
but nobody hears,
and if they did
it fell on deaf ears.

Left bruised and bleeding
laying on the floor,
all because she forgot
to lock the front door.

She’s all alone
in pain and full of fear,
why won’t anyone help her
does no body hear?.

She’s seven years old
her life a living hell,
and not one neighbor
will pick up the phone and tell.
~

~And she flies to a place where she’s loved~

Noon, I’m next in line behind an old man.
“I want to withdraw fourteen dollars,” he says.
The teller, a young woman with a soft sweater, says
“There’s only—let me check—yes—fifty-two cents.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She tilts her head. “Sorry.”
The sorrow is genuine.
He wears a pinstripe suit, frayed,
wafting an odor of smoke and earth.
A smartly folded handkerchief, breast pocket,
has a dark stain. His silver beard
is neatly trimmed.

On one wall above the safe is a giant
mural of teamsters driving a stagecoach.
The man says, “There might be—”
“No. It’s always the same.”
For a moment he closes his eyes,
a slow blink while indignities of a lifetime pass.
Without a word, the young woman slides a sandwich
over the countertop through the teller window.
“Blessings on you,” the man says with a nod,  
and he walks away with a limp.

I cash my check, a big one
from three days of messy labor
for a matron of the horsey set.
“He lives by the creek,” the teller says
without my asking. “Under a bridge.”
Outside the bank, in the parking lot of glistening cars,
I look around for the pinstripe suit, the silver beard.
I might offer the man something.
He might refuse to take it.
Anyway, no matter:
he has disappeared like the last stagecoach.
Only the blessing remains.

We all have SCARS
Whether
         Physical
              or
          Mental
The difference is
If you chose to
Embrace them
Or hide them from the world

(We are very sorry for New York)

Why is this pains?
World is dark a place
Life is very hard
Heart can't see
horrible views

enough
hear the screams
deaf ears

Eye of newt
          toe of frog
                scale of snake
                              bark of dog.
A cauldron boiling
                         over an open blaze
its vapor makes
                        an eerie haze.
A pinch of this
        a pinch of that
              a magic broom
                    an old black cat.
Cobwebs
            Spiders
                  creaking floor
                       scary shadows
                                 on the door.
                                     Howling winds
                                  pouring rain
                              curtains lick
                        the window pane.
             Groans
          and
              moans
                      a Ghoulish scene…

TRICK OR TREAT, IT’S HALLOWEEN!!!
~