There was a knock at the door
The doc. came through
This is what came out of his mouth
There is no more I can do
I am sorry for you

It was all I could do
I tried
Not to cry
I fail to my knees
I cried out
Why me
I am not ready to say goodbye
How long before I die
This has got to be a lie

I pulled myself up
Be strong
He is not wrong
It is not about how long
It is on God's terms
It is what he taught
What I have learned

If you see me
Do not feel for me
Let me know
I was a good man to know

Who knows
How fast or slow
I could go tomorrow
I am not feeling low
I know
I will see the golden road
I will see God face to face
I will finally be able to say
Hello
!!

Will you be my valentine,
my sweetest lover dover?

Kiss me in the evening,
hiding neath the cover,

Of darkness coming quickly,
for morn' will come to soon,

Will you be my Valentine,
beneath a waxing moon?

Ma Cherie © 2017

God life is seriously so freaking beautiful.
WE HAVE IT SO GOOD EVEN WHEN WE THINK WE DONT
I woke up this morning
God let me live yet another day.
He let me wake up to a blue sky, and green trees.
He let me wake up to people who love me.
He let me wake up to see my family for yet another day.
Life is so short, and you're sitting around feeling sorry for yourself. you're sitting around hating yourself, harming yourself, hating others, being cruel to others--- GOD LET YOU LIVE ANOTHER DAY AND YOU WANT TO MAKE THAT DAY A NEGATIVE DAY?
I spent too many days hating myself, hurting myself, and crying myself to sleep, BUT no more of that.
I love myself
I am alive
I am healthy
I have people who love me
I don't constantly feel alone or feel like I'm not good enough anymore, and it's all because of him. He blesses me more and more each and every day.

Deep in the cellars where dank slime thrives
all things dark and dreadful;
the creature creeps along on its belly.

A mouth to devour and to condemn;
the howling of a man gone mad.

Face to face with a tortured mind
and a heart shrivelled of love.

Into the depth of depravity
down the steps to bring Adam up
out the dark into light, the God of love.

Dear Diary,

Do you remember
The little ten year old girl
Who wrote in that book

The girl who couldn't
Spell business without spellcheck
To save someone's life

The one who told you
About how she loved airports
So much she would fly

Who believed she could
Be a pilot, reporter,
and a researcher

The one who went on
For pages about mangroves
And the local reef

Who loved the world so
With all of its things to do
In such finite time

Who stood mesmerized
Over Miami's night lights
In a hotel room

The little girl who
Made an essay's outline in
Her polkadot book

The one who said she
Hated when her sister took
The hotel bed's sheets

The girl who dreamt of
Her eleventh birthday, so
She could be a witch

The one who knew that
She wasn't entirely
Regular or sane

Who wrote of her mom
Who threatened to burn you if
She kept on writing

Who wrote of her dad
And mom arguing in both
Private and public

Who was afraid of
"Inappropriate" things, since
Her parents said so

The one who told you
That she had no other friends
On her school's blacktop

The one who panicked
When she got less than eighty
For any test score

The one who knew she
Could never tell the grown-ups
Just how bad she felt

The one who vowed that
If MPs and psych wards came
She would kick and scream

Well I'm starting to
Because she was right here for
My entire life

And this,
Is of all and anything...

Little girls wear too much makeup
Pre-teens, children
Everyone shaves or waxes their genitals
**** and **** "jobs"
Are commonalities
The fridge repair man came today
Cash, or *******?
I'm not sure,
***** stamped,
on makeup
My five year old worries about her hair,
Style and colour
She asks questions
I can't answer
My therapist
Charges too much,
Feeling too much
Six figure income,
And paying only less,
Than five dollars a day,
In child support
Husbands, locking up wives
And getting by,
Mothers, stripping
To make ends meet
No judgement here
Not that I could,
Nor, that I ever would
Thinking about,
In trash cans
Where real souls dwell
Infections of the uninsured,
All's well
I swear.....
This is
Of ALL and EVERYTHING.

Someone you love dies it is a tragedy.
Two strangers die in your town is a tragedy.
Ten strangers die in your states a tragedy.
Twenty-five strangers die in your country is tragedy.
Two hundred strangers in another country die.
You don’t even blink an eye.
How the hell does that work?
It’s a tragedy that you don’t see it’s tragedy.

You know I might not to be able to ever get over you
But I'll be dammed if I don't try to unshackle myself from these chains
And if that's the case, I'd rather live shackled than willingingly on my knees