How many women feel married and alone?
Is it a trend or is it here to stay?
The luxuries of dating are minimized and abolished
Slavery, in its time a purpose was believed to be served

Dating is about having boundaries
You see each other when you like
You confine yourself to solitary bliss when you so desire
Women shave or don't

Men go out or stay home without fear of ridicule
Sure, having children can complicate matters
Think about how many have children not in common
But the allure to being single remains

Slavery was abolished
Should marriage be?
Without its existence we'd all be on our best behavior
Is that the key to world peace?

The bible supports marriage
The government denies rights to those *****
So much for separation of church and state
Like women's rights I had no part in choices made for me

Food for thought

January 19, 2014

Since your life revolves around winning and losing
Let me help you boast
I lost, you defeated me - to thee I toast

You do not drink?  Or do you?
I'm now certain you never speak the truth
Fooling some, but shocking others
To me, you are no Ruth

Loyal to no one but the voice in your head
That constantly feeds your perfection
I'm aware of my flaws
Perhaps that you see as our connection

It saddens me that you won't let me help
You're the other side of the mirror
From a time not so long ago
When I faked a life that made me shiver

You may be older
But twice the life I've lived
I'm well-versed in the school of life
No longer contrite nor miffed

Harmony and peace you say you represent
Not from the angle I'm standing
Perhaps the nicer you presented
To the Buddha that I saw hovering

I'm closer than you think
Closer yet I'm sure I'll be
I'm here for the long haul lady
Not how you'd thought it would be

27 years you texted him
On the day that would've been your anniversary
The lights at our house nightly grow dim
Celebrating our paperversary

You accuse those around you
Of the very things you do in time
Protective of your home?
How was your tour of mine?

Happy **** day, thinking of you
Love you still always have, always will
Why these things you find necessary to send
To someone who now is mine after you threw him away

Mistakes is how I see these inappropriate outbursts
Made by you or regretted by you
At the very least a charm to feed your enjoyment
Quite the bracelet worn to pay your dues

Heavy enough to hold down your wrist
But no not in this circumstance
Hate and discontent
Part of your ebb and flow your pageant stance

I suppose I'll continue to study you
Helps me in my course of study
Psychology and Criminal Justice
My special project, not my buddy

Making the most of what has crossed my path
As long as you keep coming at me
Another page to my thesis you'll add
Prayers for us both, survival to thee

Tomorrow's another day
The Lord versing me in forgiveness
Personal success for me come what may

December 13, 2013

Ever think you know know what you want?
Then the next day you are startled to find yourself lost.
Are the majority of us walking around confused?
Lost in a moment only to find the moment's passed.

Certainty must be written in the smallest font.
We live in search of satisfaction, but at what cost?
Striving to be pleased with the small stuff, yet confused.
Living in glass boxes hoping the last stone to cast.

Who will set me free from these thoughts that haunt?
Strange as independent I am that I long to be bossed.
Wanting someone to shake me and break me from being confused.
Hurry come claim me and please make it fast.

April 6, 2012

Storms are enlightening to some.
I distrust the peace they bring to those unsuspecting.
Most will sleep like there's no tomorrow, enjoying the power displayed.
I stay awake ready at a moment’s notice for action.
My slumber comes after the storm has passed and retreats to gain strength for yet another day.
I am the defender of what remains to be identified.

Our connection is like a storm rhythmic in nature as if we are one.
A vision of the push and pull and simultaneous dance I imagine and then reality sets in.
My visions created from a fantasy that will never be realized.
I may only appreciate your hunger and thirst from afar, your spontaneity and a body pushed to its limits.
Up close you would see how I am truly just, and only, exhausted.
I am a dreamer meant, perhaps, to dream alone as I have lost my edge in the storm.


3/21/2012

If you're stubborn like me you can relate.
We don't do things like most.
We leave a party afoot and tell no one.
We will walk for miles than to ask for a ride.
We have our own way of doing things.
We're not to be pittied, yet often we are.

If you're full of integrity like I am.
Often our actions are out of principle.
We like to teach lessons.
Even if it means punishing ourselves.
It's how we live our life.
So if you can't relate, just get over it.

Talk to us the way a human should treat another.
Do not offend us by treating us like a sub-society.
Be kind as if we are a stranger.
For treating us like family can often disappoint.
Especially when we're the black sheep.
And you all assume we have no feelings.

Truth is we're more sensitive than most.
We're the poets and artists of our time.
We suffer in silence as well.
Why, we'll never know,
It is, what it is - so treat us with care.
For tomorrow you will miss us.

Alone again with my thoughts running wildly.
Writing the way that I do.
You have your way and I have mine.
Distracting it was to try something new.

Variety is the spice of life.
Perhaps it so for some.
Stifling it may be for others.
If I beckon will you come?

This lonely night is golden.
For I once again feel free.
Without your direction.
I can just be me.

No telling what I can accomplish.
If I'd just concentrate on going it alone.
This lonely night makes me think.
Of all the chances I've blown.

Squandered, wasted and pitched.
Time and time again.
Countless opportunities.
Reason where have you been?

A stranger in the distance.
Standing oh so still.
I can't yet see your face.
Doubt I ever will.

3/12/2012

My view of the miracles and wonders which comprise the distant surface vary from your view
Misleading landscapes that at a distance look like tiny paths when in actuality are cavernous ravines
Things of beauty are often not so pleasant up close; well-populated areas appear remote
Trampled areas seemingly untouched; desolate grounds invisible to their true hopeless form  
The most simplistic of areas majestic in reality  
Quadrants are less traveled due to their vertically challenging terrains  
The most intimidating adversary disheartens the courage, within the pure, to explore

Our worlds are polar opposites
Yet we both find common ground from differentiating views
One challenged by the wind in their face
The other is rushed along with a bellowing blow
The appearance of a storm trapped amongst Mother Nature’s forest can be beauty in one eye
The strength of unpredictability can instill fear in the other
Soon the storm passes and I am relieved the worst has passed
You taking the same breath are saddened that the display has left us

March 9, 2012