i can't help but wonder,
how many times i've been here before.
saying the same words,
while sitting on the same bed

each time was supposed to be the last

i can't help but wonder,
why you do the things you do.
sometimes you tell me to go,
other times i'm supposed to stay

and i can't help but wonder,
what's in it for you?

we don't kiss
anymore
and i don't feel love
anymore

you keep me close
but never close enough
and
you speak words
without saying much of anything at all

so, i can't help but wonder,
when will i sit on this bed for the last time?
and when will i believe these words that i say?

The very rain that falls today
And waters deep rich earth
Shall fall on other nations hence
Again to prove it’s worth

We fill our needs, then let it flow
To cycle round once more
Again to nourish living things
Though it’s been used before

All wealth is cycled much the same
So use wealth day by day
Eternal are the elements
And they’ll flow back your way

Invest where wealth is put to use
Keep it fresh and flowing
Rolling waters stay pure and clean
Trust in life’s bestowing

like the sun
we may seem great
and like the sun
we may know we’re not.
the sun knows that
she is one of the
smallest red giants
in the universe
and she knows to
become great she must
take up more space.
engulf those near
into her flames
to become bigger, brighter.
and we sometimes feel this, too.
that we must take up more space
to become bigger, brighter.
until like the sun we
will become so big that we
burst, becoming small again.
we are like the stars,
especially the great ones.

In the center gravity holds
tightly as we spiral
awaiting to enfold
ever pressed in cosmic vinyl

Just like good times
bad times end too

Lately I've been struggling
I got kicked and the rest of the world took it as an opportunity to pile on
I see my chance to take a breath
I pull the air hard into my lungs
I don't get the chance to exhale before I get kicked again
It becomes a cycle I try so hard to break free from
What did I do wrong?  Why can't I get a break?
I don't know how many more times I can take the kick before I stop taking that chance to breathe again

There was a lady from Eiffel
Who went to her date on a cycle
The Cycle it broke
And her eyes they got poked
Now she has a blind date with Michael

©Jeanette
27Jun2019

While I reached for the stars,
I neglected the flowers.
In my dream to conquer,
I left everything that was dear.

I finally understood.

By the waves,
That brushed against the shore.
By the sunshine,
That gave life to plants.

Hollow aspirations
Held no value to this cycle.

as the May
sun sets over our
reign.
We breathe and savor
the flowers of the lily, wishing
they rise again, after the
late solstice of gloom comes and goes:

Sweet Lily, we shall meet again.
after the floods and the thaw, I shall be reborn.
but for now, my season has passed,
and the arid droughts of summer
must test the roots I have grown
in so short and beautiful a time

I am the second choice
The one that holds you together
The listener on the sidelines waited to be called

I am the best friend that’s never seen as more
Mending all your wounds of the other guys you so chose
Never overstepping the title you have given me

I make a promise that remains unbroken
That I would never leave your side
Always be there for you, wiping the tear from your eye

I am the second choice
I will never be the first
Only haunting the feeling that you’ll see me as the worst