he wants me bad.. I know he does,... he keeps sending me looks..

AS I sit here the looks you throw
tears me apart,
the atoms of my body breaks into
my destination, is a world unknown
my wants, wants to run,
my soul, screams into eternity
there is too much too do..
maybe I don't want to do this
maybe my heart is screaming no...

Maybe, just maybe France looks good this time of year
maybe I will leave.
I believe in second chances, but baby not with you....


Debbie Brooks 2014

Her tears are all she knew,
and from this day forward she flew..
to be no more; she mourns
simple white roses,
tangled and torn
in her golden hair that poses
her crown of thorns
bloodstains that disclosures
her angelica face of bedlam dreams
so torn to be free, oh so free
angels fall sometimes even cry
and maybe just maybe angels die....

Debbie Brooks 2014

I have no soul

I have been cored harshly like apples ready to be sauced

The only things in my life I willed to keep were stolen away

Too afraid to do it myself could Kevorkian help me out?

Oddly, after all the talking I've done, I've no fight left

Just tears of self-pity

Two innocent lives will relive the cycle of my life

Due to the meddling of a horrible girl

Too obsessed with her own gain to realize their loss

If there were a God, He would strike her dead

If I were God...

Those things are better left unsaid.

Unbroken
the surface
in morning light

lone hawk
pauses in flight

alight on a pale blue sky.

r ~ 9/13/14

~~

*Once, I was a hard sand stone
Neither had I made a tune nor a tone
I had broken after a strong shock wave
From a waterfall, I had fallen into a pothole but could not settle

After I was moving with a long stream as a rolling stone
Now I have no edge but only passing a phase
A few days ago, I discovered myself as a grain of sand
And day by day, I have been drowning beneath the ocean

~~

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

What is love without having sacrifice?
What is sacrifice without a true devotion?
Is there a devotion that is forced by men?
Does sacrifice mean a forced obligation?

We often seek devotion from other hearts
We often ask for sacrifices but then we assess
We often force others to love and care
Yet we often think more but we feel less.

Do we really see ourselves from the mirror?
We are created to become creators-
of a brighter sky and a calmer sea
of a softer beeeze and a greener pasture.

Everyone has his legacy, everyone has a dream
Everyone wants both the sun and the rain
Everyone wants to smile, to laugh and to grin
Everyone wants to move on from too much pain.

Then let each other live freely and try to understand
So we can tell the world how we love and care
How do we sacrifice and show our devotion
How we live our life that is really fair!

Good ending
To a bad week
Break from defending,
I feel tired and weak.

Armor to repair,
Blades to sharpen.
Wash the gore from our hair,
To sweet drink and music we hearken.

Weary bones,
Time to rest.
The battle zones,
Now wear our crest.

Hug your children,
Make love to your wives.
Against the odds of a million,
We survive.

Carpe Diem

think your worst thought

and throw it deep in the pines
to get caught on the vines

then go there at night
when the light of a bone
colored moon makes shadows
rattle and bite

and hold that thought

tight.

r ~ 9/11/14

in the morning
a gentle breeze,
a hot cup of tea,
a lovely song,
makes my day
perfect for me,
and you are
out of my life
i have moved on
and i am happy
about that,
i like my choices
i hope you like yours
good bye forever
my love

all these years
of digging square holes
and i still don't know
why we stopped building
round houses

a mindset
is a terrible thing to change

square houses, graves
and hospital corners
are harder to maintain

circular places
make an impact
less direct
and more peaceful

an earth lodge
on the knife river
can teach us
to feel at home

we lose sight
of small things forgotten.

r ~ 9/11/14

You say you love me
Yet you do not help me
You say you brag about me
Yet you never support me
You say you'll be lost without me
Yet you do not care how you treat me
You say you hate to see me cry
Yet you do not care to hurt me
Promises are like dusty cobwebs
In a deserted house
Nothing but dirt.