I wear soot  like a clown wears makeup .

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

I really don’t know what to say.
She is going to tell me is dying
My words are  stuck in my throat
And my tongue is tied in knots
I really don’t know what to say

ALS has grabbed her body
To the point of no return
She’s my buddy, she’s my friend
The only one I chose to trust
I really don’t know what to say

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

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

I wait for the breath of freedom
That awaits me after my last breath .

Written by E.M.Rushton May 2022

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

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

As I sit under the tree , it’s leaves canapy above
As if a spy blue sky peeks through the gaps
The song of breeze takes me away to places I love
In distance I hear ,maybe birds I think perhaps

The old dog lays at my side, snaping at Flies
I try read his mind, and he blinks as if to hide
Then with a moan he shuts his eyes
And into dreams he’s gone with pride

Below the hill I hear the stream trickle past
And I imagine all of life’s upsets
On a line and out I cast
Away they go, no more to feel or to fret

Written by E. M. Rushton
Aug 16th 2018

In words I live
They give life
Peace they give
Free from strife

They make think
And let me sleep
They come in a blink
Or in they creep

They take me away
Or bring me near
Sometimes I play
With words right here

Written by E. M . Rushton
August 12th 2018

Alone in life
She soared like a falling star.
Knowing her light was fading
As the star is about to hit earth

Never standing out
While among the galaxy
Yet admired at the end
As soul meets stars.  

Written by E.M.Rushton

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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Within my unknown , lives the true human I was born to be.

Written by E.M Rushton

If you are the wind that blows sand in my eyes
The least you could is provide the rain to wash it out.

Written by E.M Rushton
August 9th 2018

As I walk ,in the cool dusk air
A shooting star, falls to my feet
It dances with grace , and with such flare
As if to say ,  “I’m happy to meet “

Across the field , and away it goes
Time stands still, I’m so entranced
How long we were friends, no one knows
But I’ll never forget, the star of the dance

Written by E.M.Rushton
August 11th 2018

Those who care the most are the ones who say they don’t care.

Child abuse causes fossilization of the heart and mind !

Written by E. M. Rushton

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

Birth to sixteen years of age
Delicate of spring
Seventeen to Forty blossoms summer
Forty one to seventy is
the harvest of autumn
from there onward is
Life’s memories frozen in winter

E.M.Rushton
June 2022

If beauty is in the beholder
I am your beholder in this life
I don’t know you , I’ve never met you
I’ve never even spoken to you
Yet I know you are walking this path of life the best you can
You started as an egg
You morphed into a cocoon
Now I see your wings spreading
Even though it’s hard to control them in the winds of life
Excitement flutters within my heart as you reach new heights of what you thought yourself could achieve.
Fly high , dive deep into who you are.
Yes you the reader !

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

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

Written by E.M.Rushton
June 6 th 2019

Dust my heart light
With words of hope
Like dew of the night
So in darkness I cope

Teach me of strength
Of actions by you
Like a trunk of a tree
Stand tall beside me

Walk at my side
Pick me up if I fall
From my sight do not hide
You my friend I will call

Written by E.M. Rushton
June 29th 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

As the trees sang
The wheat fields waved
The Berry’s , they hang
Alone and unsaved

As the brook flows
The clouds sail by
The bees on the rose
Resting to fly

As the warm days end
And fall arrives
The colours ascend
Such a sight to our eyes

Written by E.M.Rushton
August 14th 2018

As daylight lays upon its bed
blanketed by the midnight sky
What must it dream, does it dread
Is dew it’s tears from its cry

Does it awaken or sleep all night
Or toss and turn , or sleep so still
Planning of tomorrow and being bright
For us humans our dreams to fill

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

Written by E.M.Rushton

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

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

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

Written by E.M.Rushton
June 22, 2019

Life is good for a once in a lifetime experience.

Written by E. M. Rushton

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
With in 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
I’ll 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

I want to talk
But Only in thought
I want to be there
But no where near

I want to see
But not all that I should
I want to feel
But not right now

I want to give
But hide it away
I want to receive
But say no each time

I want to be free
But pass you cuffs
I want live
But live to want

Written by E.  M. Rushton
August 7th 2018

To sit and write
Of who I am
Would take tonight
and a day be ****

For my birth alone
was in despair
A shack of home
Of a lions lair

there down I roll
Naked with ignorance
No food for my soul
Un able to balance

With broken wings
I will fly
Because my heart still sings
Despite my cry

I may be tossed
By wind and storms
May even get lost
But broken wings will preform

Written by E.M..Rushton
August 2019

When I think of hope
The symbol of a heart crosses my mind.
But I’m realizing as I question the heart symbol
Hope is something that is not meant  to be uncontrolled  
Yet the lines of heart ❤️ symbol meet in the Centre at the top and that’s the end.
Should hope be the symbol of any kind of unending line, and then hope would go on and on uncontrolled.

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

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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The moon sits high
So full of light
In the darken sky
On the clearest night

Like a king on his thrown
It reigns its land
What it sees isn’t known
But in the sky ,it takes command

As I walk it follows me
Giveing light to my way
Never alone I will be
With its light as good as day

Written by E. M.Rushton
August 16th 2018