The wind blew a kiss to the rose
The rose bent to kiss the soil that feed it
The soil became fertilized by the beautiful scent of the rose .

Written by E.M.Rushton
June 23 2019

Your internal mirror will be more honest than a man made one.

Written by E.M.Rushton
June 22, 2019

Cold winters night
Angry wind bites
Crisp snow crunches
The fiery beast strikes

Siren blare loud and clear
Flashing lights blind
House in golfed  in an orange glare
The fight is on , as hose unwind

Waters my friend and my foe
As I am Slipping and sliding
No matter I go
Deep within my fear I am hiding

Hours of work, the fire is drowned
I’m cold to the bone
Saving the house , we were bound
Gear put away , I’m headed home

With chill in the room
I invite the beast in
Black metal box , coals do loom
I light the match , resuscitate again

The beast I fought
And drown to death
I can’t live without
Yet I suffocate it’s breath

Written by E.M.Rushton
June 21 2019

33 years ago a child was born
33 years ago a woman’s life was saved by the birth of the child
The pathway was change
Direction was given by an infant

Hidden thoughts seep
out through my keyboard
Into the unknown universe
They surprise even me

Written by E.M. Rushton

My fellow poets your all I have today
My mind is crazy with anger and sorrow
I have no hope but wish to proceed
Please come and lift me from these darken waters
Tell me I am a poet
I’m going to carve my way past this day of locked memories eating at my being
I am a poet
I am a firefighter
I am , I am.
The strangest thing is if my pager went off right now
I’d be the firefighter with in me and save someone
While drowning within my own mind.
Now it’s out and not within
Thank you for allowing me to rescue myself through words.
I love words.

Laying upon my berth
In the darkness of a glow
With flame crackling of the hearth
Mr Moon came to my window

He must have known my sadness
Asking me if I wanted to walk
But my mind was saddled with   heaviness
As I rolled over not wanting to talk

Oh but Mr moon was beautiful and bright
He tugged at my thought
Walking with him would be a wonderful sight
Finally my attention he caught

So up I get and grab a coat
The air is refreshing crisp
He takes lead and up high floats
He breaks the silence with a lisp

Eva it’s ok , not to be ok
I look up surprise but amused
Then bow my head unsure what to say
To many thoughts , so confused

The moon then ask me
Why I feel so alone
Everyone I say leaves me you see
The moon sighs and I hear a moan

He said he sees all things from high
Alone your not ,he said ,never
Even though I'm up in the sky
I’m here with you forever

That made a smile form on my face
And I looked upward
The clouds part and I see all space
With Mr moon as it’s guard

Written by E. M . Rushton
June 15th 2019 ©️

One of Our own
Passed a month ago
No warning was known
Of our woe

Tonight we received
His 15 year award
It’s hard to believe
Our volunteer firefighter, to heaven he scored

Wilted
           Weathered
Soul
         Tattered
                        Timestamped
Heart
           Confused
                             Confiscated
Mind
          Exhausted
                            Enfeebled
Body
         And yet when
                                  Laughter
        And
                                   Joy
Walk in all of life’s hardships
Disappear instantly

I’m sitting
Staring
Searching
For words
Hidden deep in my mind
Waiting
To be released
Like
That of a caged
Tiger
With the smell
Of its prey!
Yes
You are my prey
I write
Waiting
to see
If you will
Run
Or stop
And read what
I am thinking.
The release is forthcoming
I am waiting
Staring

Written by E. M Rushton
June 132019

How I wonder if fear appreciates how much we sit in it’s company ?

My inward compass gnaws at my heart if I’m going off course .

I like to pretend I am a poet
But  then again, I like to pretend I am somebody , and important. Pretend is all I am and all I know for without pretend I am nothing.
I was born a nobody , not a poet
but when I die I may be a someone
Or not

I wish my mind would let me go
To say ok I’ve had enough
But instead it fights to grow
I’m just tired, it’s always tough

I bust my **** trying and doing
I put me last and all else first
I’m ask and told to keep on going
To see rewards is my thirst

But I’m just the dirt of  your life
I’m always there when I’m needed
Then you ignore, it cuts like a knife
I’m tossed away like a garden that’s weeded

Written by E.M.Rushton
June 12 2019

I think deep
I love deep
I sleep deep
I fear deep
I laugh deep
I see deep
I breath deep
Will I ever surface ?

Written by E. M . Rushton

Why do I feel as though I’m faking my way through life. If only I had the faith in me that others do. Then I would feel real.

When thou sings of words
      Ye heart shall dance
But when thou sings of thee sword
          Thou heart will bleed of thou lance

Written by E.M. Rushton
June 2019

Each day I walk upon the earth
A bit of me is turned to ash
Returning to my place of birth
Like a seed that became a tree
It sheds its bark, to the ground it’s free

Written by E. M. Rushton
June 8 th2019

Hold me tight
Like a rose wrapped in a bud
In the summer light
Tender as bubbles in sud

Dance with me
Like the grass Sways
Touching so free
Like a butterflies plays

Tell me things
That set me on fire
And my senses sings
As my body perspires

My thoughts dripped from
My eyes
Falling gently upon the ripples in the ocean
As they surf the crest of of each valley within the swirls
My heart and mind feel
Like that of
The softness of
a freshly bloomed flower
                   But
Then from the fog of the sea
I hear the cry
Deep from the bowels
Of the water
And as I turn to look
My eyes see tears of
The swimming creatures  
To which have received
My thoughts that dripped from my eyes.

Written by E.M.Rushton
June 7th 2019
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Love me like
The scorched earth needs
The warm summer rain

Love me like
The stars need the
Clear midnight to shine

Love me like
Bees need to
Pollinate for honey

Love me like
The river needs water
For the fish to swim in

                 Or

Love me just
For who I am
Like the breath you need

just
       Love
                Me

Written By E.M.Rushton
June 7 2019

The blind miracle gives us sight
                      When
           We can no longer see

Written by E.M.Rushton
June 6 th 2019

To look into my eyes ,
I mean really look ,
You see my story
Through  the darkness of my pupils

Written by E.M.Rushton

One day
                          I
                  Said nothing
                       And
                  I was heard
               Loud
                         And
                                   Clear  
          As my silence
                                   Deafened
                       All noise
         For those with in my realm

Written by E.M.Rushton
June 5th 2019

Child abuse causes fossilization of the heart and mind !

Written by E. M. Rushton

When I die I want to be buried upon a page with my heart being the ink of my life

Written by E.M.Rushton
June 2019
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I have so much to write about
Yet none of is with me
So I close my eyes
To open my heart
Don’t think
Just feel
And the words appear
My heart goes like a sponge
******* all that my soul feels
and drips letters that tell of what I don’t know.
God , it’s so beautiful
To see my creation
Through my own blindness
My fingers know more than my mind as the type faster than I can think
Don’t think , just spill from my body all that is within
Don’t think!

Written by E. M Rushton
June 4th 2019

As I walk alone
Within my mind
The seeds you’ve sewn
Are so entwined

The doubt I think
Of who I am
Ashamed,  I shrink
Your words did slam

You will not win
Ill fight with all
Someday I’ll grin
Walk proud and tall

Until that day
You laugh at me
My heart you slay
Until I’m free

Written by E. M Rushton
Aug 6th 2018

Nothing means everything ,and everything means nothing ,to the heart.

My heart is heavy
But not of weight
But of the ayer of your words
As they drip poison drops of nothing yet everything
Nothing is heavier , heavier than weight itself

Written by E.M.Rushton
June 3 rd 2019

Someday I hope to write something that will grow wings within your heart and let it soar high above all that weighs up your mind . I hope my words allow your soul to sing louder than the noise that clutters your abilities , and you release your magic light upon the darken world of all , whom walk seeing ,yet are blind.  I hope that my words are your life jacket as the current of life grips you ,and you swim ashore to those awaiting for your return . I hope when I’m gone from this life , my words are still used to guide you into a beautiful sunset at the end of the day. To know my simple words , allowed you to dance with tears , either of sadness or happiness, That’s what I wish of my written words .

Written by E. M . Rushton.
May 30th 2019 ©️Copyright reserved 2019

Rushing towards the lights I awake
Just a dream
Or is it ?
My head screams inside
As my body lays in sweat soaked clothes
Squeezing my eyes attempting to forget
But my heart continues to remember
Is my body shaking
Or is it rocking from the truck racing to the scene
Alone in my house
Yet people are yelling , help him
My room is lit by ghostly flames
That darken my reality
The smell of smoke
Burns the image deep
As my nostrils flare trying
To catch my breath
Forcing myself to sit
My body is heavy
My pyjamas now bunker gear
I stand  in my bedroom and walk
Trying to awaken from
What haunts in the  darkness of night
      
Written by E.M.Rushton
June 1 2019
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As the barbs of your words  punctured my heart
My eyes bleed tears the colour of crimson
My body shakes like that from a magnitude 7 earthquake
My brain swirls like a angry twister
And to nothing my life falls apart, like glass shatters as it go from hot to cold without time to adjust.

Written by E. M . Rushton

As my emotions overflow
Like a ruptured pipe
Tears draw their path
Down the concaves of my face
Like that of a writer with a broken pen
Trying to tell of their pain
When the  tears reach the lines
Of laughter gone by
Together rivers of confusion
Lead the way downward
Coming to rest upon my chest
As if to say
“This is where I was born “

Written by E. M. Rushton
January 2019

Like gentle wind
In stride I move
Yet like a rock
I never move

What you see
And what really is
Is night and day
A mirage of me

I keep me hid
When I’m with you
I keep me hid
From myself too

Written by E. M.Rushton
January 2019

Time is a thief , but also a giver
Time breaks us,
but it also heals us
Time only exists in the the second we are in  , yet is also eternally
Time will be your friend while at the same be your enemy
Time will make us panic , yet also relax
Time allows , but also denies
There are many words that have antonyms for which time is ,except for one
That word is precious.  Time is precious . Use it wisely for it has no before and no after , only now.

Written by E. M . Rushton.
2019

When you can see the unspoken and hear what can’t be seen , your soul dances to songs never written  before.

Written by E . M .Rushton
January 2019

As I sat outside on this cold winters eve ,
Up to the sky travels my eye
The stars they do hide
But I’m not sure why
Then alone just like me
A snowflake it does glide
It tickles my nose
On its way by
I smile and watch
As it plays in the wind
Then after it’s done
To my cheek it lays rest
And as the tear it became
I heard Andrea’s name

Written by E. M. Rushton
January 2019

Life is good for a once in a lifetime experience.

Written by E. M. Rushton

My hopes have faded
Like the dew in the sun
My vision has been washed away in tears .
Like sand on the beach, from the out going tide.
My strength is lost
Like an unmarked tree in the forest
My soul bleeds out
Like the the dye of a new garment
And yet I walk , talk and live
As normal as rain is wet

Written by E. M. Rushton
September 2018