I've never been in a relationship myself,
but i think it's terribly sad when two people break up.
"break up." Even that sounds quite terrible.
What is it that they're breaking?
Is it the bond? the trust? their hearts? how sad.
But the reason why i think it's terribly sad,
it's because of the fact that you just have to stop seeing them.
You go from spending so much time with that person,
to stop seeing them.
And you must respect it.
You have to keep the kisses you want to give them.
The sweet words you want to tell them.
And... they take their affection, as well.
You don't feel loved anymore.
They left, and so did their love.
The tear stained shoulders we both share,
The secrets we have are because we care.
No one knows the depth of our love,
Mom and daughter a gift from above.
The truest friend - a gift for life,
Amidst the trouble, the pain, the strife.
We both rely on the love we share,
Forever knowing the other is there.
No gift compares to the one that is free,
My daughter, my friend, a lifetime to be
Copyright ©2011 Jennifer Lynn DeLong
We wear stained jeans
Our hearts are made of metal,
oh, well, oh, well
Our brains are made of glass,
mad, yes, mad, yes
And for eyes we have black holes instead
What a curse, always wrong
Sought by savages among us,
They rip out our golden teeth,
sing, pretty pretty little bird
They cut out our silver tongues,
oh, speak, bright angel
I thought you called my name
What a curse, always right
Sometimes the pools of tears are all we find
I'm not ready for the knife
We see trouble straight
Our fists are made of bone
Oh, shit, oh, shit
Our souls made out of paper
Sad, yes, sad, yes
Sent by death, the living seek us
What a curse, telling only truths
Can you hear us coming?
Crawl inside a jungle bed
Mad dreams make life deadly
I want you to think about my head
Mad dreams made life deadly
What did we put in them again
We remember tomorrow but we prefer to
All go back to bed and sink into the past instead
What a curse, telling only lies
Shadows are all we ever came here to find
I already told you twice
We chose this life
Our fears are made of roses
Why, then, why then,
Our lungs are made of ash
Dark, yes, dark, yes
And now our minds will never grow old
What a curse, oh never mind
Fight back emotion win the prize
They show us our failures,
pray, sinner sinner of the lord
They tell us our reputation,
oh, stand, little bully
I thought you called me weak
What a curse, good luck next time
Blinding bright light is what we will find
We've never been wrong before
Pull me up and hold when I fall
When you are down give me a call
For few moments together, let's pause
Let's talk opening up our heart
Ups-downs and highs-lows
Sail together in same boat
In this stream of time floaty
Let's flow together smoothly
Frustration charm and madness
Such is the path of togetherness
Be there always with me
From you I want this much only
Moving ahead persistently
Maybe fast or slowly
Always be my co-traveler
When weary wait for each other
Maybe uplifts or setbacks
Face together let's not give up
Many challenges to meet
Let's share by joining the feet
There may come one day
From the nest, chicks fly away
Both of us will be here
At the end for each other
Share the full moon/no-moon nights
Also the dusks and twilights
Be it a shiny or cloudy
In all weather I need you only
I need you as you are
I need you as you are
Take me with you
Though I haven't decided where
Explore the chassis of galaxies
together we'd devour
Sight a thousand stars
alight in a shared dawn
Or sup upon the essence of incarnation
Bound by the ties we utter
lets go on a search with futures overlapping
Even if the universe will grind to a halt
I was my father's Backseat Driver.
He had no sense of direction,
And I didn't know how to drive.
As Buddhists would say,
Yes, my Father OWNED a good Car.
Being able to drive was part of being an independent adult for him,
But he claimed that he "couldn't read" maps
He just wasn't interested.
So, as Confucius would have said,
My Father "knew what he didn't know",
And I knew that my well-being and safety
Was dependent on playing my role as a navigator.
As I reflect,
I'm always searching
To RESURRECT that sort of Intimacy
And to be RACIAL,
I never find it in a White Face.
I find REJECTION in White Faces.
The Black Man needs me,
And I need him.
We EACH have our limitations
Like members of a Band.
The Drummer can't play the Guitar,
And the Guitar Player can't play the Drums.
A part of me leftover from the Past
Wants this Paternal Intimacy with this White Man,
But a part of me HATES the White Man.
All of 'em!
You can say that this is petty and racist of me
"What sort of way is That"
"For someone of Jewish Background to think!?"
My only response would be,
"Feeling useless causes one to hate"
"So, in a way,"
"I understand the mentality of White Supremacists."
"Maybe, they're missing their Fathers too?"
though my words are few
they mean everything
You made the dark veil
around my heart
open and burst with love
when you held my scars
and declared them beauty