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Illness
Sickness
Disease
Lets not sugarcoat the truth

Curse
Life Ruiner
Murderer
That is more like it

Cancer had found it's way
and planted a home
Right. In. My. Mothers. Throat.

Putting a hold on her life
on my fathers
my grandmothers
my brothers
mine.

Now out of her throat
and out of her life
she struggles with recovery
and is left to pick up the pieces
this heartless, cruel, monster
has left behind.

Cancer had finally found a new home
my home

Because even when it is gone..
It is never really gone.
My mom is my inspiration and I wish things would get easier.
Please allow me to introduce myself
In case your new to the scene
I am the thought that brings on the doubt
At the edge of all your dreams

I am lost confidence in the making
With deception on the side
The shiver in the shaking
The turning over of time

I am the spot closest to the end
When you have no where else you can turn
The front door to the school of hardknocks
When there's a lesson needed to learn

I am the dust that's on the shelf
Of your life's ambition
The torn out page if nothing else
Of the part that you are missing

So please allow me to introduce myself
Just in case your new to the scene
When it comes down to it above everything else
I am all you and you are all me
 Jun 2014 Kira Ferguson
Jack
~

Magenta was the sky this morn as I approached the day
Ominous of clouded rose in petal’d full array
Quietly it called to me o’er whispers on the wind
As if some scented power was a’ touch upon my skin

Engulfed in life’s serenity, so overwhelmed with fear
A brush of fate in simple terms as if the end were near
I stood to bare my feelings now a swirl in my mind
In hopes of some off distant dream so soon would come to find

Counting off the many tasks which brought me to this place
The reasons that did hold the time my sequence now did waste
Lost of any angered tears when captured on my brow
To cry, if it has come to be, then let it find me now

On my knees, the autumn ground is chilly to my touch
With gathered hands to here my chest, this future I do clutch
Loneliness companions me though still of wandered hope
I pray that what will come before my soul shall bear to cope

When suddenly a light appears, a magic in its sheen
A softer glow, this lightened mist of heaven’s tangerine
To touch upon the darkness in a spirit calling true
In witness to the morning sun that feeds the skies of blue

My heart beats now elated in a dance of utter bliss
As memories of long ago, I find they do exist
The rising sun to spill its charm in beacons shone above
This warmth I feel, rekindled flame, aglow within your love

The doubt did come of weakened state, a mind that was unclear
A hollow moment filtered in through thoughts of you not near
Alas the dreams of only one now obvious of two
For on this day, the rising sun, brings me the love of you
 Jun 2014 Kira Ferguson
Jack
Of every dream my mind has danced
along a path of nature’s grace
within a weeping willowed trance
beneath this canopy of space

Your hand in mine, my heart does beat
Of moon beam glow and eyes a’ shine
To hold you close in summer’s heat
And breathe a sigh in precious time

Amidst the charm of evergreen
To sit a while in fragrant dew
Your smile comes an evening dream
In quiet whispers sent so true

For as this moon and wondrous night
Caress our hearts to sing as one
of melodies that feel so right
in love, our journey has begun
Written for Paula, a very good friend with a heart of gold. I hope you like this my sweet friend.
 Jun 2014 Kira Ferguson
Jack
~


When forests cling the atmosphere
and sorrow hits the beach
The moon will bleed a thousand tears
so far beyond our reach

As butterflies remove their wings
to show their heart is true
I know the pain of hurtful words
now cast upon the dew

These whispered foolish sentences
once spoken out of turn
Are thorny vines now clinging tight
this tattered skin to learn

When now I fall like pouring rain
to drown upon my knees
I beg for some forgiveness of
this self induced disease

So when you find the brittle earth,
another comes as brave
It matters not the steps you use
to dance upon my grave
 Jun 2014 Kira Ferguson
Wanderer
I am sorry*

We shared those words today
I no longer worry about the shade of our hands
Come Dawn
Love still connects us
Bridge building is slow
Worth while to the persistent
To the patient
Compromise
We are not compatable through
Religion. Philosophy. The Soul.
However, for us, music still stands
Classic rock and 70's disco fever
High pitched BeeGee's
Crooning Zepplin while deer watching
That connection alone binds us
Much less the love of mountains
Cold lungs on frosty mornings
Hunting for dinner with bow, with arrow
I have missed you
Wasted time stretched between us
No longer
Happy Father's Day
Took my own advice.
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