Sometimes I see a world of wonder
Sometimes I wonder about what I see;
There’s so very much that I don’t know
Life is such a mystery.
What lies beneath the oceans depths
Or hidden caverns in the earth;
What genetics have been mutated
What new species have given birth?
Does anything live in earth’s molten core
Or thrive in the arctic ice;
I guess knowing in the after life
Is all that will suffice.
God’s such an awesome artisan
To have created such a place;
This world is so amazing,
I want to tell Him face to face.
© 9/26/2013

Great is the Lord our God
Redeemer of all mankind
Eraser of all our sins
Answer to all our prayers
Tied to a cross He died
For us He was crucified
Unworthy of all He’s done
Loved by God’s own Son.
© 5/22/2013

An awesome comradery
A sisterhood for sure;
A genuine feeling of getting along
A love of God so pure.

An excitement of sharing the classes
Of learning more about the Lord;
How to handle life better
A class we can all afford.

Encouraging one another
Sharing the love of Christ;
Building a good foundation
For living a daily life.
© 9/23/2013

My world is better because of you
I thought that you should know.
You keep me sage and give me strength
Where ever we may go.
You work so hard to provide for me
And sometimes I forget to be grateful
And sometimes I’m just a pain in the ****,
Who doesn’t realize she’s being hateful.
I know I take you for granted
But I’m glad that you’re my man;
You’re the one who takes care of me
When life gets out of  hand.
You encourage me to do more
Then I could ever do myself
And I pray that I am there for you
When ever you need help.
I want to be the one to give you strength
To be the shoulder you lean on;
To always be there by your side
No matter what may come.
I need you to know I love you.
I need you to know I care;
About our lifetime of commitment,
And the love that we both share.
     © 1/9/2013

You have no idea the relief it is
When depression goes away
Especially when I look back to remember
Just how long it stayed.
Years and years of medicines
Though none really did the trick.
I zoned out like a zombie,
Or else they made me sick.
I would cry myself to sleep at night
and pray for death each day.
I even thought to end it all
But God had a better way.
I stepped out of my comfort zone
In obedience to Him;
And immediately the depression left,
I was no longer overwhelmed.
It weighs you down so heavy
That you’re buried in the pain.
You hurt from all the aching
Til you think you’re insane.
So, when those imps of satan leave you
It’s amazing how you feel;
When God lift’s that crushing burden
You know at once it’s real.
No more thoughts of dying.
I don’t cry myself to sleep
I joy in all the promises
I know that He will keep.
And even though there’s hardships
My spirit is at rest;
With God, I am an over comer
And through Him I am blessed.
     © 4/22/2013

Whoever said pain was all in my head
Obviously hasn’t felt any.
It’s hard to look past pain.
Dalton can say pain doesn’t hurt
All he wants on roadhouse
But this is the real world.
Pain reaches out like a bolt of lightening
To remind you it’s there.
I have learned to endure
But it doesn’t make the struggle any easier.
     © 4/15/2013

I hate that pain sees to shake my faith.
I’m afraid to pray for healing
When I have
And it doesn’t seem to be working.
I know there is a God
And he can do all things
I’ve seen it;
So what is wrong with me?
I use to be sure my faith was strong enough
I even quit my meds
But obviously that didn’t work.
My faith must not be strong enough.
God teach me how to make it stronger,
Help me figure it out.
You’re the only one who can make miracles happen.
     © 4/15/2013

One of these days
Where nothing’s right
A ******* up memory
With which to fight.
Forgetting things
I shouldn’t have
Hating how
It’s got so bad.
Causing trouble and confusion
For everyone else.
God please help me to be able
To help myself.
Between appointments missed
And kitchen fires
I feel like a circuit
With messed up wires.
I need to know
What I shouldn’t forget;
Dear God could you please
Just help me with it.
     © 4/15/2013

Surviving through
Another night of pain
Having only myself to blame.
Not being careful
Or noticing enough
Is why I’m having to endure this stuff
Ever ache and pain
Has a piggy back;
Cause diabetes catches hold
And throws everything off track.
What might be a little pain in my thigh
Will also jump to my stomach without knowing why,
So many pains that can’t be explained
Except to say you’re diabetes;
You can search high and low
For the answer to know.
But you might as well just forget it
There’s no understanding reasoning why
Pain accelerates til you just want to cry
You try to manage but mostly you endure
And you pray everyday
That they just find a cure.
     © 3/4/2013

God guide this day
With your blessing and grace;
Judge not with justice
But put mercy in its place.
Look not to the doings
But to the intent of the deed;
Let our thoughts be guided
By your planted seed.
When confusion sets in
Lord send us your peace.
The one that passes understanding
And sends comfort through grief.
When worthlessness and depression
Come knocking at my door;
Lord double the reinforcements
That weren’t there before.
When the voices say that no one loves you
Help me remember that’s not true;
When all the world has turned against me
Let me know there’s trust in you.
When my prayers feel like no one’s coming
And I cannot hear your voice;
Let me see past circumstances,
Let having faith always be my choice.
     © 9/12/2003

There is strength in the word.
My strength is made perfect in my weakness;
As long as I stay focused on Him.
His grace is all encompassing
And it covers me,
Like a blanket fresh out of the dryer
On a cold chilly night.
His spirit soothes like balm on a fresh cut;
Even though it still hurts,
You know it will get better.
His word is full of promise and direction.
And as long as His word is in me,
He guides my path and gives me hope.
     © 9/1/2000

Help puts a smile
On another’s face
Help lends the helper
God’s gift of grace.
When you feel all alone
With now way to cope;
God sends a helper
To lend you some hope.
     © 8/18/2000

Transient confusion
Senility kicking in;
Who knows.
In the beginning
There was purpose.

Red brick houses
One after another,
No deviation from the form.

Then
I spy the odd one;

The misfit
The outcast
Finally,
someone who thinks for themselves.

It’s difficult to be in a job
That floats you from place to place
While you might enjoy the diversity
It’s hard to remember each new friends face
You finally settle in
Find a place that feels like home
Learn the names of all your co-workers
Begin to feel like you belong,
Then that small mat of security
Gets yanked beneath your feet;
Sorry son, we’re transferring you.
You leave in two more weeks.
Then once again you’re left in limbo
Filled with worry and distrust;
No one close that you can talk to
Part of the job, do what you must.
I know you wonder as you’re packing
Will you ever find a place to stay;
For that family you desire
Those children you want to raise.
And I can’t look into a crystal ball
And say you’ll find your dreams.
I can only encourage you to hope
and work toward that belief.
They say God works in mysterious ways
Sometimes I think that’s true;
Maybe she’s not in this town,
The one God has for you.
So maybe that’s why God keeps floating you
So you can have that special wish.
So remember when you’re struggling
To find where you belong;
All you have endured
Has only made you strong.
Remember when your days are stretched
To the edged of the twilight zone;
Call upon the friends you’ve left behind
Because you are no longer alone
     © 8/6/2003

I love to turn on PBS
And find Bob Ross
Painting a perfect picture.
I see strong bold mountains in the background;
Tall trees reaching the roof of the canvas,
And brilliant cascading waterfalls
Pounding against the rocks.
The roar of rushing water so loud
I can scarcely hear my heartbeat.
I can almost envision a hidden cavern
Behind the falls in the crevice of the rocks.
The pool of rushing white foam
Fans out into a liquid blue.
A small grove of wild berries
Grow along the bushes near the rocks.
Beautiful dogwoods of lavender and white
Spot across the meadow.
And a small beautiful weeping willow
Lets the edge of its branches
Float about the water.
It looks so beautiful and inviting,
So safe within the confines of the canvas.
And I’ve seen the absolutely awesome portraits
That God himself has created.
But I find myself weary
Of sticking my naked feet into the waters
Knowing that even in God’s beauty
Something might be slithering under the surface.
    
© 8/1/2003

The season is hot
And it’s only the end of July.
I can feel the sweat
Dribble between the valley of my breast:
“Sure” just doesn’t give you the protection
It once did.
Greenhouse effect and all that.
So I sit here on this thick plush love seat
Lean back on my leopard print pillow
And thank God for artificial air.
    
© 7/31/2003

Childhood memories
More pleasant than I remembered.
Growing up
I thought they were all bad.
It’s almost laughable to realize
I had no idea how bad
Bad could be.

As a child I felt alone rejected
Only true blood could be counted upon.
With everyone else I was always
Looking over my shoulder
Not paranoid so much as sensitive
To the spirits of those around me.
I learned to follow those instincts
To survive.
Instincts that keep you safe
Even from those you love.

But at least when I was young
There were friends at school.
Someone to share the secrets with.
Who am I kidding;
I kept my secrets.
I’ve never really trusted.
Therein, of course,
Being the root of my problem.

Childhood friend have gone.
Not a one remains to talk to
Co-workers are just that.
Outside of work they don’t exist
As I don’t exist to those around me.

My epitaph will probably read,
Who was she?
I think I’ve even forgotten
How to make friends.
I don’t even bother with the effort.
Out of sight, out of mind.
I am content to be alone.
Although I wish it weren’t so.
I would open up and enjoy
If I could just remember how.
    © 7/31/2003

Tempestuous desires find me dawdling
On my dim view of reality.
I’m fighting desperately against the feelings
But I find myself attracted to your personality.
The things you say are scandalous.
I should be filled with disgrace;
Yet my heart is palpitating
To see the hunger on your face.
You whisper needs into my ear.
Your breath on my neck sends a shiver;
Which makes me more afraid I wonder
Whether you will or won’t deliver.
I can’t concentrate with the feel
Of you breathing down my neck;
My body’s turning against me
And I’m losing self-respect.
How low have you sunk when it doesn’t matter
Whether it’s friend or foe
Whose teasing touches titillate your body
Until you can’t say no.
     ©7/30/2003

I walk through the beautiful countryside
I feel the refreshing breeze:
I give God all the glory and honor
As I praise Him on bended knees

I follow the paths that man’s created
Until at some point I see;
There’s more to this world then what meets the eye.
The cross has shown that to me.

I look at the rocks and boulders
And I see how strong they are,
But I stand on a solid foundations
That is so much stronger by far.

Though at times I’m engulfed by the shadows
And it grows darker each minute by sight;
I know I’m not afraid of the shadows
For I know they are cast by the light.

As I walk each path reminds me Lord
To look with spiritual eyes;
Let me show your love and at upon
The needs I realize.

Keep my thoughts upon you Lord
To be encouraging in all I do;
Help me walk humbly to live a righteous life
And to be an example for you.
© 4/25/2015

I look at the beautiful countryside
I feel the refreshing breeze;
It's like feeling God's presence
Whispering through the trees.

It's amazing to think such a tiny seed
Could grow to be so tall;
But miracles tend to happen
When God's in charge of it all.

How can you look at a sunset
Without knowing He is real;
You can feel His presence
If for a moment you just stand still.
The beautiful brooks and rivers
Flow freely through this land;Everything is beautiful
When created by God's hand.

Throbbing, pounding,
Growing in intensity.
Every sound magnified
A hundred fold.
Even the slightest ray of light
Is a stabbing pain.
I do my best
Trying not to concentrate
On the pulsating pain;
But it’s so concentrated.
On bended knees I rock
With my head cradled in my hands,
Hoping to ease the torture.
Nauseous and aching,
I cry through the pain
Cursing this body
That suffers migraines.
By: Linda Duncan
© 4/27/2000

When I look at the achievements of others lives
I feel like I’ve let myself down.
I’ve earned myself a measly hat
When I could be wearing a crown.
The paths I’ve chosen have been far from right
And I seem to get easily lost,
Instead of feeling vibrant and warm
I feel like I’m covered in frost.
My emotions always feel stifled.
I feel like I’m always held back
I remember as a child being happy
I wonder where I got off track.
I don’t think I even genuinely laugh
And I seldom wear a smile.
Mostly I just cry a lot
But I feel good once in a while.
I’d just like to be happy
And feel like I’m once again whole
To know that I’ve given all I can
Let my energies overflow.
I’d like to find the courage to try
The determination to see it through,
To be able to set some kind of goal
And watch my dreams come true.
By: Linda Duncan
© 8/24/98

When I look into myself
I try to find perfection;
Knowing the impossibility of it.

And, I wonder why my first instinct
Is to want to feel better than someone else,
When, in fact, I’m on the lowest scale of humanity.

What I would like to see inside myself
Is someone who doesn’t judge or complain;
Just someone grateful instead of someone who grumbles.

I look at people, imperfect, damaged
Who never complain, but are always thankful for life;
And I, with no seemingly damaged or missing parts
Look toward them with envy.
Children, with frail bodies, weak hearts, and no hair;
With every reason and right to complain -
Only smile and laugh, even knowing their time is limited.
And I sit here thinking I have the right to feel bad.
By: Linda Duncan
© 6/15/2000

When my life is gone at last
Don’t dredge up all the past;
I’ve forgotten every wrong
In this world they don’t belong.
Heaven’s gates are void of pain,
No more crying in the rain;
No more loss of hope
No more struggling to cope.
Only faith and love
Are centered in the world above.
And if by chance I don’t get in
It’s not your fault I live in sin.
It was my choice to choose.
It’s up to me to win or lose.
Everything in life’s a risk
A chance you take or miss.
Let it slide or take a voice,
You’re the one who makes the choice.
If there’s joy at the end or pain
You’ve only yourself to blame.
You can’t escape the consequence
Of a chance you’ve lost or missed.
No one ever said life is fair
You have to be the one to care.
By: Linda Duncan
©1/13/2002

God makes a way
To overcome every battle
God makes a way
He’ll see me though
Every I face
My God can erase
And He’ll do the same thing
For you.
By: Linda Duncan
© 6/24/2016

I can feel the breath of God
Through the trees
As they bow to him in reverence.
Nature sings praises unto him.
I can hear it in every blue bird and
and whippoorwill.
The wind blows and the trees
Become instruments in the background.
It is spring and they sing from the joy of it,
And though my heart is burned
The voice of their magnificence
Has lightened my load

Down the dim and darkening tunnels
through the mazes of my life
While my soul deals with the trials
and my flesh deals with the strife
I still can see the burning
of salvations shining light.

While my heart has mourned with losses
and my tears have overflown
And my world has tossed and tumbled
from everything I once had known
Though circumstances said defeat,
through strength, my faith has grown.

I've learned to look past what is there
to what it might become
I've learned though strikes may be against me
that is not the total sum.
I must do my best to measure
up on the day my Lord will come.

As I lay upon a bed of death
it's claws gripped to my soul
I must confess a part of me
just wanted to let go
But a quieter voice said,
"there is more to do you know."

Who stands upon deaths' doorstep
and doesn't stop to wander back
To look upon the deeds they've done
or upon the things they lack.

You said it was I who made you hurt me
And somehow I thought that it was true.
I accepted the excuses
And I took all the pain
But it took him
To convince me it was you.

He said, "Momma I can help you,"
But I always told him no;
Every time you started in,
I would make him go.

I thought I was a failure.
I was all to blame.
I mimicked your excuses
Couldn't take the shame
Of it all -
It was just another fall.

Just waxed the kitchen
Slid across the floor;
Just couldn't stop myself
From crashing with the door.

Oh, it's really nothing
Just a little black and blue -
But when he looked at me
I knew he knew.

And that small boy was more a man
Then you will ever be;
And it changed that
When he stepped in front of me.

He said, "Momma I can help you."
But I always told him no;
But he stood his ground
This time he wouldn't go.
And I cried when he tumbled to the floor,
It took that little boy
To help me walk out the door;
To say this is it!
I won't take it anymore.

And then I knew I was a failure
And I knew I was to blame;
For standing there  and taking it;
For living with the pain.
And it took that little boy to open up my eyes
And let me see;
I would never let you do to him,
The thing's you did to me.

Dear Lord,
Help our ministry flourish.
Help us to study and to learn.
Help us
Lay aside these early needs
And pray for your concern.
Help us always to be humble
Keep pride away from our goals,
Let us strive to do your will
And leave you in control.
Let us look past circumstances
And know that faith will lead us through,
Let us interceded along the way
For those that need us too.
Help us not to look back except to see
Just where you've brought from;
Let our lives be a testimony
As to just how far we've come.

If there's a chance I can change a situation
Honor bound I am to try;
But if it's already in the past
I have to let it lie.

I find happiness in my dreams
I'm sure I do, or so it seems.
In dreams I feel and fly and sing
In dreams I do most everything.

I'm strong as an oak
And all things I know,
And I can go wherever
I long to go.

There's no limitations
No holds barred;
And this earthly vessel
Is a beauty unscarred.

And this soul that cried out
Sometimes at night;
Is filled with joy
And void of fright.

All those things I long to do
In dreams they really do come true.
That loving adventurous person I wish to be,
In my dreams' reflection is always me.

On rare occasions,
I'll walk down the street
And see some magnificent body
Filling out a pair of Levi's;
And my breath catches for a moment.

On rare occasions,
Some total stranger
With a brilliant smile
Will wink at me;
And I feel a flutter inside.

On rare occasions,
A **** voice
Will reach out through the airwaves
And pull me into a four minute affair.

On rare occasions,
The ****** words
Of an enticing poem
May shake me to the very core
And I find myself
Lost in a passionate fantasy.

Illicit thoughts
Will occasionally creep into my soul
And I look to my left hand
As a simple reminder;
On those rare occasions.

Love is hell and hell is war
And nowadays I just can't keep score.
Broken hearts, shattered lives
The one with the inner strength survives.
You give it your all, you throw in your heart
And sooner or later it's torn apart.
Which can I trust, which ones are true?
I don't know anymore after what I've been through.
I know there are others who've suffered more pain
At the hands of those with something to gain;
But right now that doesn't help me much
So I've developed myself a mental crutch,
A fortress no one can penetrate
Built so high with a wall full of hate.
Check your emotions, don't let them show
Don't ever let a relationship grow.
Love is hell and hell is war
And I just don't think I care anymore.

I looked at myself in the mirror
Not myself, but a stranger to me,
And upon a closer inspection
I saw what others must see.
In a second I saw both youth and age
Beauty and beauty skin deep;
And I stared at the stranger in me
And suddenly I wanted to weep.
I went through life with blinders on
I saw what I wanted to see;
But for one moment, one second in time
I saw for once, the real me.
And as I look back I'm sorry to say
If the truth of the matter be known;
I might take back that second in time
When I saw without blinders on.

Beneath the ****** cross he knelt
His life forever changed
Because of all the loss he felt
His life as rearranged
He use to live for just himself
But a mission now was his;
He had to spread the word of God
Just like the Savior did.
He now saw souls instead of lives
And each was precious to him
It was time to do more than just survive
He had to live for them.
A whole new world was waiting
And they needed to be informed
There is a Savior who can take their pain
He is Jesus Christ the Lord.
So our mission is to work for Him
And search our all the lost;
And lead then to the one
Who's already paid their cost.

What kind of heritage do I have?
Worthless, I'm afraid.
I never wanted to pass that on
To my kids.
I want to be someone
They can be proud of.
But I'm just someone
They can be ashamed of;
Someone who's let themselves go.
Someone,
Who doesn't even like them self.
I've forgotten all the good things I knew.
I've become weak.
I can see the downward spiral of my life,
But I don't know how to stop it.
Is there a destiny?
Do we really have a choice?
Sometime, I think hell is inevitable,
I'll never come close to perfect.

Lord help me find the hope that eludes me
And the faith that waivers still;
But most of all God place me
In your pure and perfect will.
I've learned that praying selfishly
Even getting what I want;
Somewhere down the road
I pay a higher cost.
If listening to my prayers Lord
You find the selfish and unwise;
Then to be just say no and help me Lord
To open up my eyes.
Help me Lord to pray for others
Instead of for myself;
Help me learn to be of service Lord
To those in need of help.
Help me Lord be better
In everything I do;
I want to be more Christlike
Lord I want to be like you.

Feast me Lord upon your word
If I am glutton let it be here,
That I endure whatever comes
That I push through every fear.
Let me not freeze to be ensnared
Or that others might feel pain;
But react quickly to overcome
That victory would be gained.
That only in the time I slow
Would be to wait on thee,
That your reward would be much more
Then I could ever dream.
Let fear of failing never be
Cement to every step
That it would never hold me down
Or stop what I could help.
But let me grow in all my ways
What brings me near to thee;
And cast aside this flesh to be
What you would have me be.

Let me give unto the point
That it becomes my second nature.
Let me believe until I have no doubt
That what you say is made sure.
Let the tension of every tiny trial
Become a strength to me.
Let the visions that you have
Become the dreams I see.

Some morning I awake
To find myself tittering on the precipice.
Hair-thin strands of faith
Keep me dangling.
In times of strength
I can almost weave them
Into durability;
But I find then snapping
Like a guitar string
I wonder between sanity and psychosis
And though I fear the abyss
This uncertainty
Finds me longing to cut the strings.
How much longer can I endure?
This mind that I remember to be strong
Somehow isn't
And knowing that
Almost frightens me more
Than the dark uncertainty.
When
Did death began to look
Like salvation?

Transcending into the euphoric dream
I find myself hesitating,
Somehow knowing
This can't be real

And, given the choice

Of ascending into the everyday truth
Of injustice, hatred, death,
And my sinkful of ***** dishes;
I find myself transcending into the euphoric dream.

After reading a few of your comments
I felt bad,
Like I didn't measure up somehow.
I started wondering
What you didn't like;
Like I needed your approval.

But it got me Thinking;
And poetry, after all
Is an expression of one's self,
And it doesn't matter
If -
My poetry reached out
and touched your heart
or bit you on the ****;
You read,
You responded
Point is - it made you think
And for moment,
I forgot that was what it was suppose to do.
Pardon the self indulgent pity!!
Thanks for reading and responding

Every legend begins with a truth
I've often heard it said
And it makes me start to wonder
About all the things I've  read.
Did Merlin really exist?
Does magic live out there
And if it does
I wonder where.
Atlantians may have acclimated
In the ocean depths where they abide.
They've learned to live and breathe
In the waters where they reside.
Maybe there's a whole new civilization
Down on the ocean floor
Where Neptune ad all the mermaids live,
Those fantasies we adore.
Every eye-drawing man I see
I'm beginning to speculate
Could it his werewolf blood
That doubles my heart rate?
That **** specimen of magnificent man
Does he change when day becomes night?
Does he thrive on the feels of adrenalin
Or how easy he can cause fright.
Does he run in a pack when the moon is full
Does he lure women to his bed
What determines our strength of will?
That tiny human thread.
In the dark of night across the crowd
His eyes lock onto me;
And though I long to pull away
He's all that I can see.
I see the tiny point of fangs
As he leads us to solitude
And I feel the rush of adrenalin
As sure as I feel the doom.
****** awake by the vivid dreams
The memories begin to flood,
But reality quickly opens my eyes
When I see the drops of blood.
There are predators out there in the streets
Not all the human kind,
And fear of what we don't understand
Encourages us to be blind.
Those things that terrify us
The predator in the night;
We are so foolish to assume
They're not there in the light.

Wondering lost
Through realms of time
Feels like I'm running
Or trying to hide.
Why can't I stop?
Stability's unsure,
Can't find my footing
Or get my foot in the door.
Where's my niche?
Where do I belong?
What's the right path?
What am I doing wrong?
Maybe I just need
To stop and breathe,
To know I belong
And try to believe.
Not everyone finds their place
Right away
Why it takes some longer
No one can say.
But those that take longer
I'm come to observe,
Have a better foundation
And a stronger nerve.
Maybe that'll be
The case for me,
When I find that place
I'm meant to be.

When you know that life and death are one
And nothing in the space divides;
You realize that you're all alone
There's no place you can run and hide.
Your faults and sins are all your own
You choose to feed which way they grow
Good or bad, what become
Inside, you hold the blame, you know.
You would not, could not dare believe
That life is all it seems to be;
Some higher purpose intertwined
Has built the hope and faith in me.
How could one see the purple haze
As sun retires to the night
Without knowing God is there
And He will aid me in this fight.

Torn between reading
And wanting to write
Follow their story
Or design my own plight.
How they make it look easy
Each twist and turn
While my chapters and plots
Seem to crash and burn.
I have it planned in my mind
But when it hits the page
It seems to escape
And turn into a rage.
I can't reign in
What I meant to say
It's determined to escape
And find its' own way.
As the paper soaks up
My bleeding pen
I cry revisions
As I begin again.

I stand on top of my world
In my comfortable clothes
And my padded shoes
A nice jacket to keep me warm
And shades to cover my eyes,
And I watch the world.
I see him struggling to pay the bills
And feed his family
And I admire him.
She's so terrified
She's pregnant and alone
But she's determined to keep that baby.
I envy that strength.
They have a dream
And they put all their energy
Into accomplishing it.
They won't consider failure.
I long for that mind set.
That heart-breaking child
With no hair from the chemo
Laughs
And encourages others to live.
I stare in wonder
With my nice comfortable life
That I seldom take part in,
And I wonder at the hand of God.
Maybe
He's calling that child
Because he deserves a promised land

Dew drops drip
In a deafening sound
To the fairies and sprites
That are gathered around.
In their minuscule world
That I seldom see,
I'm amazed and surprised
At how much it affects me.
A simple ripple
In the tiniest pond
Can reach to infinity
And beyond.

What horrors happen in life
To twist the mind
To make it abandon
It's normal confines.
To need to hurt
Or want to ****;
To find some fun
Or perverted thrill.
Looking back some seem
To have had no need
To find violence
A place to feed.
Normal parents
And normal lives;
And yet this is how
They chose to survive.
How could they have done
Such unspeakable acts
Some part of me wants to understand;
But there's that horrible thought
That if I do
I'm afraid that I'll
Have condoned their hand.

We struggle with the hopes and dread
Weaving choices through destiny's thread.
Knowing where we want to go;
Choosing decisions that might not make it so.
Sometimes we forget
To cultivate dreams
Missed opportunities
Can rip out the seams.
We seem to expect happiness
To fall in our hands;
But we have to capture it
Like an hourglass and sand.
We need to search for what's good
More than what's bad;
Look for the joy
And tone out the sad.
Find our own way to fix
What we deem is wrong;
Find our own niche
To where we belong.