You can spend all that time
Looking at yourself in the mirror
But you'll never see what I see when I look at you.
I watched you find your flaws every day.
I wanted you to see your perfections.
That page,
That is what you are.
That is what I see.
I wanted to show you what the world sees when it looks at you.
You're art.
I want you to remember that, as you go forward.
You are art. You make people feel something.
Your beauty and your flaws,
Both are exquisite.
I drew you the way I did,
I doggedly kept on
Until I captured whatever essence makes you mesmerizing,
Because I wanted you to know what it's like for us,
The others,
To look at you.
You are art.
Don't forget it.

When the night is held prisoner below the horizon

And nothing but the scorching sun dances through the skies

Our eyes shall burn out slowly,like scented candles

First,we shall be happy that the frightening creatures of the dark will have no where to play

Then,we shall weep for our skins will turn crisp and be tan

Next,we would scream for the agony of needing rest would be too much.

We would plead "please night come,please come dear night"

Because we would know this wasnt any mere eclipse

This was how things were to exist now that the night was held prisoner
below the horizon

Who told you that you were grown, even though you are still a child?  You need to stop showing off, acting rude and loud.
Who told you that you were grown, and what's up with the foul lips?  Also, you need to clean the floors, that's covered with all types of chips.
Who told you that you were grown, not showing adults respect?  Wouldn't it be better to be kind, and not get people upset?  
Who told you that you were grown, not to care how you look?  You can find all types of examples, in magazines and glamour books.
I want to tell you that you are not grown, and I will not deal with your attitude.  I want you to know that you are not all that, even though you think you are cool.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing

There is a new television show called "Suits," loaded down with profanity.  As for me and my house, this is a show we do not care to see.
They are dressed in their find suits, walking to be seen.  On the inside of their mouth, profanity flows like a very corrupt stream.
I do pray quickly, that the show will be removed off the Air.  It's not good for our children to watch, because the producer do not care.
When they use foul language, they say it very bold.  To remove it off the Air, should be everyones goal.
When we leave out for work, we constantly hear profanity in lyrics, as we drive in our car.  To get home  to watch a show as this, has gone a little too far.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing

Saying "I love you"
To hear it back from your lips
A reassurance

Why go about boasting, of what you'll do tomorrow?  The Bible tells us to say, "If it's the Lord's Will," perhaps these are words, you may like to borrow.
Why go about bragging, about what your children will be.  You know what I will say; knowing the Lord has the vision to see.
Why go about exaggerating, about buying a new home?  Only God can bring this about, and make your desire known.
Why scream so loud, about the car you plan to buy?  God knows if it's the truth, or if it's a lie.
We only live from day to day, no need to brag, while having something to say.
We are only a piece of grass; we are not God who can predict the next day.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing

Seven year old Meghan boasted after school
that she already knew who she was to marry --
His name was Jack
and she had cold, hard facts
to back up her theory
on why he would be her perfect husband
"He's not crazy and we both like legos"

Fair enough.

if only we never grew out of our old toys,
never stopped building and re-building what got torn down
brick by brick
maybe then I'd still be hiding in the closet
kissing eddie martin with the lights off

But neither of us like legos anymore
and I guess we're both slightly crazy

Meghan will learn soon enough
that after a while you will step on too many legos
and you will have had enough

They say time heals
But sometimes it's not fast enough

I didn't see it there!

the kitchen chair

You hit me in the living room

where there was so much space

a solid lounge

a coffee table made from oak

a television cabinet

protecting life's assets

but you hurled me

into the kitchen

with just one stroke

and I rolled laughing

until I hit the chair

that splintered fine pieces

of rough hewn stakes

into the air

that fell around me

like a cage

I didn't want to escape

but when a spine is broken

the only sound to make

is

a

sigh

It was a nice day to die

I forgave you years ago.
And yet you accuse me still,
Mistaking the fallout
For blame.
Only your talents
Could turn me into the villain.
You don't really want me to forgive
You want me to forget.

From you I have learned that humans
Are not a forgiving lot.
They know very little about the concept.
Show forgiveness to them
And they thank you with mistrust,
Greedily demanding it be proven.
They think they deserve much more than they get
And fear that they deserve
Much less.
They hoard it madly, like gold,
Biting it to test its true worth.

And yet if the tables are turned
And you seek it yourself
You must pull tiny pieces of it from them
Like teeth.