Tears on the ground,
Tears on my pillow.
Why did you do this now,
Just when my feelings started to grow?
I'd fully given myself over to you,
Not knowing all you'd give me was pain.
Why did you have to make me feel,
Like I never want to see you again?

Do you know what it feels like,
Loving someone who's in a rush to throw you away?
Do you know what it feels like,
being hurt in such a heart wrecking way?
Feeling like I've wasted my time,
Planning our lives together.
And feeling a lot worse,
Know that I'd probably lost you forever?

Once upon a time you'd told me,
You won't let me fall, make me cry and you'll forever hold me tighter.
And once again  when I think of you,
I think of a cold-hearted, incapable liar.
Incapable of knowing what it means to care, Incaple of knowing what is love.
Incapable of seeing what you once had,
As one of the greatest gifts from Above.

i.* Build me a concrete house and I will not put a single clock on its walls because timing was never on our side anyway.

ii. This boy called Cupid is so irresponsible; he needs to stop drinking before he goes to work.

iii. One time we were so close to each other we almost touched hands
but we are sadly the perfect metaphors for continents that are constantly drifting further away from each other.

iv. I'm all ears. I don't understand why you never said anything to me before.

v. I only speak two languages but I'm cussing you in seven. Also, I miss your face but ******* and your stupid hair. You look like a  broccoli.

I'm finally free from this emotional cell ,
Though I was stuck between heaven and hell,
You were not coming was all I could tell,
I was finally out but wished you well,

I sat beside despair and sorrow,  
Wishing you would come today or tomorrow,  
But I got a little older everyday,  
When I became hopeless I tried finding a way,

But maybe I should accept somethings can never be,  
Yes you will love someone but that someone isn't me,  
From what I'm told and I feel and I clearly see,
You have long forgotten this prisoner
who only  you can set free,

Love was meant to mend broken hearts,  
Not to break them more into smaller parts,  
Love was meant to bring tears of joy,  
Not to result emotional  suicide of a girl or boy,

Yes we think we understood what love was meant,
We should take our words back in regret and repent,
This love we know is just an emotional prison,

I'm free and you are too to learn about love ... the way it should be.  



AROODY©2016/17

my ears have heard beyond their years

Fibromyalgia is a chronic muscle disorder characterized by widespread pain.*

My mother's caramel hued skin has transitioned  
to a much darker shade. Strands of hair gracefully
fall from her scalp as feelings of
agony and helplessness replace her
jocund spirit, destroying the essence  
of who she once was. Her embodiment  
deteriorates alongside her crumbling flesh.
Veins bulge underneath her skin; knots form
below her kneecaps; misery creeps up her spine.
As stridulous moans escape my mother's lips,
I can only offer sympathy. This disease latches on to
anyone within it's reach -- not only targeting
victims but their families as well. Like a predator,
fibromyalgia seeks to control every aspect of her
being – passionately tugging the affected between
the struggle to persevere or succumb to its' insanity.

@===#

The arms of the trees
Pluck a banjo for the man
Hid on his knees
His Instrument's fan

Sets the stars a-twinklin'
If you have a chance
Watch the clouds dosey doe
Watch mountains dance

A saguaro he plays on
The spoons and the saw
The wind blows at tune
On harmonica!

Brighter than street lights
Moonbeams cut like a knife
Head like a melon
Larger than Life

Yep... the moon plays a banjo
Orion the fiddle
Owls they play metal string
The cat's in the middle

Playin' the drums
Just as loud as you please
Yep... the moon's playin' banjo
With the arms of the trees!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/18/2016