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g clair Jun 2014
I
am
not
that
smart,
because
possibly
intellect
overriding
commonsense
is not that great an idea:

considering that most
people
believe that they have mastered
the art of balancing
one with the other
and wind up in some
lame predicament
while appearing
to be brighter than
the average Joe,
I would rather
be overflowing
with common sense.
God's consolation prize
for the not so smart.
g clair Jun 2014
walk with me through lavender fields
the stuff which essential healing oils are extracted
relax with me in wind swept grasses
warmed with midmorning sunlight
stroll with me to forest canopy
and atop pine scented carpets
of dried Christmas tree needles
which fill my burlap drawer and closet freshener
quietly guide me over
fallen branches upon which mosses have grown
down winding paths of brown earth
brightest green leaf and fern
half a mile along we see the broken edges of blue sky
trail leading out to rocky cliff
overlooking beach strewn with driftwood
unhewn telephone pole
down the steep traversing path
to sandy shore of the tiniest pebbles
where tall orange rocky formations rise from
waters like islands....
walking along the water's edge
leave our footprints
where no one else has stepped today
enjoy every moment
the stuff which up until now we have only
gazed upon trough our windowed world
of yearly calendars.
g clair Jun 2014
"I think we try too hard, he said
we need to laugh much more instead"-
"I think we cry too much, she laughed
we're starved for love until we're fed."

"I think we spend too much he reasoned
need to save for rainy days"-
"I think we leave too much unseasoned
spice it up with mayonnaise!"

"I think we eat too much, he stated
we've got all this fat to shed" 
:and I think walking's overrated
lets just ride our bikes instead."

"I think I'm talking to a wall
you cannot hear a word I say"-
"but I've responded to them all
just maybe not in your own way."

I think he thinks too much she pondered
I can't read his mind at all
and every time his eyes have wandered
spikes are sharp before the stall...

"I think I'm needing something more"
and she knows what he's thinking of
"Be my guest, don't let that door
besmirch your tender side, my love."

"I think I'm made for bigger things
than being saddled here with you"-
"but oh be sure those bigger butts
are gonna buck your system too!

She thinks "he has it way too easy,
thinks I want to hear this stuff!"
tells him that she's feeling queasy
"heard it all, enough's enough!"

She thinks it hurts too much to talk
about the things he puts her through
her tendency to shout and balk
has raised the foam up from the brew

and seeing clearer, painful truth
his disregard grew from that day
mistook the *** for love in youth
and clung to that which came her way

Daddy never knew his daughter
never built her up to know
how she was loved above the water
that he drank or his big toe.

It's sad the man that she admired
never knew how she'd be burned.
because the love from Dad required
words and  lessons never learned.

and to the wounding add some salt
the failure of the best to choose her
now she sees it's not her fault
she cannot tell the best from loser.

Mum was quite the same you see
a distance there but never spoken
always mediocrity
discontent, lines blurred and broken.

"I think I'll wait another year
before I set my course to sail"-
"why wait, just throw me off right here
this roller coaster's off it's rail"

to this He says, " You're here beside me
for the long haul as they say"
" I think it's best we keep on riding
tell me later, in the hay."

Lots of pain in barbed sarcasm
each has blocked the other's heart  
words in action killed the passion
boundaries blurred and torn apart.

Respect, protect your precious boundary
that which makes you who we are
love yourself and then each other
shining love and sparkling star.

When the boundary violator
makes you feel less than dirt
tell each other now, not later
how that word or action hurt.

I think we try too hard, he said
we need to laugh much more instead-
I think we cry too much, she laughed
we're starved for love until we're fed.

XO
Relational dysfunction, We are all products of some kind of brokenness which leads to our developing our own dysfunctional patterns. Choosing that which fits into our dysfunctional comfort zones, that which accepts our personal coping mechanisms. This poem illustrates from my own experience brokenness and blurred boundaries. Most important thing to do is forgive others and love yourself . If you can't love yourself , you will never be able to choose the right people to share your life with. http://youtu.be/7a5nmO1P5lo
g clair May 2014
http://youtu.be/jJmsgFoWSYQhttp://youtu.be/jJmsgFoWSYQ
  May 2014 g clair
Theresa M Rose
Four am.
A time…;
When the world is complete.

Moonlight, now, fades
Onto… a new-day’s fog.
Salty, …shabby wooden planks;
Silent,… serene boardwalk;
My  delight…

Such haze holds the stage;
Now, to walk

The idles of time.
Foggy mist
Seeps… onto the rise.
Water reaches
Then… clings upon moist wet sand.
Useless…
The struggle; The pull.
A  resigning white line
Bubbles
Caressing mist …tingles the flesh.

A pervading heart
Beats.

My… thoughts of you;

Such breath gives me
Flight.

Soothing breeze… lifts tattered wings.
To raise above nature’s silent kiss
To reach… beyond endless sky.
Ascend… above our sea

Beloved; Beyond all;

Beyond
Space;
Time;
Shadow.
To you…

Where I fly
… free

Freedom,
Freedom, once more
To feel;

Oh, my love
… to feel

Once more.

Beauty;
Memory;
Your arms.
The rapture’s of your heart.
The touch of your love,

The beat …of your heart
To fly…,
Free,

Freedom
You
Beyond…
Reach …
Your reach;
Your heart;
Two hearts
Where,
No echo… exist.

Desire
Longing
Mist
Reaching
Reaching
Reaching
Beyond…

B­ut…;
Gulls cry!

Sunlight

Misty fog
… burns away

Clarity

A new day
…wakes

Once more silence

A heart
Beats…
Alone.

Gulls hover
… to feast
Once more

On time’s tide.
g clair May 2014
You know my quirks, and every way
you could have left, but chose to stay
your purest love, your work of art
hey, Son of God you've changed my heart

You came to find your wandering sheep
Your shepherd's love, my heart will keep.
No other love, could stand it here
but here You are, Eternal Dear.

And nailed to cross upon a hill
my darkest deeds, Your Father's will.
 forgive my sin, dismiss my case,
my heart you win, and sin erase.

abiding in your word today
you are the Truth, the Life, the Way
and this is what I'm thinking of
I am your own, forever love
g clair May 2014
and unwritten.
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