In poet form we write our words,
As they dance around the page.
We marvel at the way they fit,
Stage.....By.....Stage.

A thought, a whisper,
A jog of memory understood.
We write of dreams and many things,
That our hearts think we should.

No one knows why we write,
Words for others to read.
A distant thought, of passion and desire,
Of someone Else's need.

The satisfaction; that we have,
Is knowing the joy of the words.
Will touch the harts of the reader,
And brighten up their world.

My dad decided to leave us,
But before he left “he said”
I don't want any tears for me,
I just want laughter instead.

“I know” you don't want me to go,
And left up to me, I would stay.
But I have been called back home,
So I must leave you today.

With that my father left me,
and my heart turned to stone.
the only way I can speak to him,
Is with gods telephone.

So every night, I sit and pray,
And talk with my dear old dad.
And remember the times he made me laugh,
And the fun times that we had.

So goodbye dad “I love you”
Thanks for the laughter and loving home.
memories we share together,
When I use gods telephone.

Sheila.
Miss you dad.

Many Roads i have traveled,
To see the way of the mankind.
Many lives i have lived through,
To satisfy my mind.

Each time i walk the journey,
To find what it means to me.
Every time i live a new life,
It's never what it appears to be.

The many lives i have been through,
The end is still the same.
Returning back to the home world,
And living my life again.

A better understanding,
Of what it is i must do.
I know were i am going,
It's to get back home to you.

No matter how many times i live this life,
To expand my horizon alone.
I know that you will be waiting,
So i think i will go on home.

Sheila..

Nails painted but cracked and repaired,
makeup applied but new on top of old
clothes appear clean but with a musty old smell
her hair loosely done ******* with a scarf
once had a style and has seen better days,
she wanders into the bar she has entered so many times
looking for that one person to make her reason rhyme
but the barman reminds her in the fact she is bard
and ends up on the street where life is hard
no one cares about her drug filled abuse
she will wander the streets until her death has an excuse..

Sheila
27-11-2014

Christmas spent alone remembering brighter times,
Cuddled on the sofa with me and mine.
Children snuggled in bed dreaming with glee,
about all the presents under the Christmas tree.

A light sprinkle of snow just starting to fall,
fire burning bright all cosy and warm.
the twinkling of the decorations as they catch the fires glow.
not long till morning now.

I wake cold and in pain,
looks like I fell asleep on the chair again.
Dreaming of decorations! but no Christmas tree,
no warm sparkling fire to comfort me.

No body want's to know when you get old,
just a forgotten old lady sat in the cold.
I wonder what happened to those good Christmas times?
sat under the warm blanket waiting for Christmas to arrive.

Sheila.
18-12-2014

My loving Child "I miss you"
Every second you are gone I cry.
With endless love I left you sleeping,
The day we said goodbye.

As your eyes closed for the last time,
You took with you half of my heart.
One day we will be together,
As it was from the start.

Until the day I join you,
And once again we are side by side.
My loving child I will miss you,
Every second you are gone "I will cry".

Sheila.

Seven in the morning,
and I am walking down the same path
I have used for what seems like always.
Here I can lose myself in the power of nature,
and become all the ways, and all the days
that it has taken to grow this oasis of my mind.

The quiet and the bird song, filter the noise of suburbia,
And takes me to a place that society cannot reach.
here I can be me, can be who, and what ever,
I chose to be.

No stigmas, no front face to show,
just my own self being true to the world.

I can listen, without straining to hear,
I can smell, the fresh dew on the leaves.
I can close my eyes, and know I am safe,
I can join the many creatures in the wonder
of knowing I am free,

Free for my soul to escape into the dream,
of  knowing that when I am on this path
the world is mine and no one can ever take it away
Until I reach the gate at the end.

Sheila.

Who am I kidding! I know that I can't write the words,
I think I can; and I put them together
But I know that they are nothing
They mean; nothing.

What was I thinking of,
Why did I think I should
To me words are meaningless
I am a failure to ever think I could.

This is not what I am meant to be doing,
All my life I failed in the things that I try to do
So this is just one more failure
Add this to my list along side you.

What am I?
What is my purpose in this sad and lonely place?
Did I ever have all that I wanted
Yes I did! the moment I saw your face.

Sheila..
8/11/2014

Living in the confines of my head
There is one thing that invades my mind
That is; the thought of you
Is it so tragic that i still love you "but you no longer love me"
What went wrong?
Trying to work things out in my mind
Makes my head ache with the negative thoughts
Of what i have lost

I was stupid! for a short time
Didn't know what i had done
But! it has all flooded back to me
I was wrong to betray you
I couldn't think! so confused
But it's clear now in my mind
All the hurt and the pain
Clear now of the meds
That lingered in my brain

I will go now! my love
I will go and leave you in peace
So sorry; for the sad life i gave you
But now i am sorted and OK
So i will say goodbye my son
Don't cry when i am gone
Just read the note i have left you
And know my spirit lives on.