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Family is what we all dream to be
We may not want to admit it is actuality
Truth be known
All humans instill
A faithful knowledge
Our true Father lives above
Portraying nonjudgemental love
Some humans refuse this truth forever
Or for so long
Humans we insist we are so independently strong
We must constantly question life
We even tell others of their wrongs
We are so hard headed
"You see He must have a plan for ME"
It may be Our Fathers plan
For this humanistic madness
To never end
He is teaching us lessons
They may never come to a rest
Because we humans aren't the best
We keep slammin each other into the walls
When all we have to do is
LOVE ONE ANOTHER
Give Him
Our
Faith
And
Peace
May
Come
To
Us
All

*­I'm just believing
 Mar 2015 Nick Web
Bo Burnham
Crazy
 Mar 2015 Nick Web
Bo Burnham
You think I'm crazy?
HA! That's real funny.

If I were crazy, would I have written a twelve-hundred-page novel without using a single vowel?
No. 'Cause I did. And I'm not crazy.

If I were crazy, would I be able to predict the future by dropping empty tuna cans into an open drain in my backyard?
No. 'Cause I can. And I'm not crazy.

If I were crazy, would I love to slit your ******* throat just to watch the color drain from from your face and onto that cleanly pressed collared shirt of yours?
Yes. I would love that if I were crazy.

But I'm not crazy.
 Mar 2015 Nick Web
g clair
"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
 Mar 2015 Nick Web
g clair
worthless dreams
they are turning down the street
of my subconscious mind
creating story lines
the subtle lies
I'll watch tonight
and feel less of me
than what I dreamed
i thought i'd be
in real life.

Take the time
in your waking hours
to do what's right and
find the power
to create the things
God's leading you
this precious hour
to be everything He made you for
and then tonight
it's His delight
you'll win the fight with
worthless dreams.
 Mar 2015 Nick Web
g clair
I'm gonna tell a secret
for all we know, a lie,
I'm sure you're gonna to keep it
cause no one else cares why.

We potted wild ivy
and left it sittin' out
the roots we hardly watered
and in spite of years of draught

it climbed upon my outer wall
and once over the sill
our ivy grew into my heart
it's growin' wild still.

And time has past us by my friend
like Ivy up a wall,
a vine of green on everything
which feeds it's will to crawl

Now don't be making promises
let's keep it on the low
We never said "forever"
and no one else will know

I'm just like wild Ivy
I wish it weren't true
my love don't need much love to feed
upon a heart that's through.

Clipping back the foliage
that's crowding out my brain
the roots embedded deeply
are really quite a pain.

The leaves obscure my sunshine
and cloud my vison too
to think our lives could pass us by
without a word from you.

Well you're not one to need a crutch
no swooning butterfly
you tend to life without my touch
or loving lullaby.

I let that wild ivy in
it's just a simple vine
low maintanance and oxygen
I thought we'd be just fine.

But truth be told
this green ain't gold
and bricks beneath are tired
the mortar's cracked from roots which hacked
and into crevice wired.

I never thought we'd live this long
without a word from you
It's time to cut the ivy back
and let the truth be true.
about one sided love and settling for thoughts and memories a substitute for an actual relationship...
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