The mother of ones

children is a godess,
      for she birthed creation.

  Where a man can only plant,

a woman nurtures
and watch's it grow
               into something beautiful.


That both can be proud of.

Knowing that one was once
             a seed,

is now strong enough
         to branch off on there own.

bad kids don't die young and
tomorrow's just another day we fail

bad kids don't buy guns but
they swallow bullets as they wail

sad kid don't be shy, son;
they'll take you away just like the winds

look at that sad kid,
he don't - won't have none

still he wants to play
with them shells and ale


mad kids don't break them,
there's this jail with no walls and doors

bad kid - but he don't hate pen
swords and blades don't cut it anymore

sad kid don't be shy, son;
they'll take you away just like the winds

hey, mad kid - why don't you try some,
three's a crowd, fives a doubt and six a sin.

hey, sad kid - why don't you buy some,
take it in and they'll fix your grin.

hey, bad kid - you won't die young, and
they'll take you away just like the winds.

When I was a child

I spent my days with you
Smiling
Laughing
Running
Free

When I was an adolescent

I spent my weekends with you
Smiling
Laughing
Walking
Taking my time

When I was a teenager

I spent my time
Alone
Wondering
Waiting
For you to come back

When I was a young adult

I fell in love with someone not you
Smiling
Aching
Longing
For love

When I was an adult

I spent a day with you
Smiling
Laughing
Walking
Living the moment

We had grown older
But we didn't grow up

And now we've reunited
And I hope to spend
Many happy days with you

The kids are going to do
What they want to do
They may have just ruined their lives
On an impulse decision
Whose to say what works ?
You find somebody you like
And you roll the dice
That's all anybody can do

Shameful to feed your kids breastmilk in public, but yet we will feed them bullets in their public schools.

Attending bar meetings
Taking AP
Dressing up
In "sensible" shoes
Monotonous speeches
And pretentious
Agreements
What happened to
My too big jeans
Chipped nail polish
Self cut fringe
Techno disco rock
Pop daydream
I'll go to college
When I'm eighteen
Until then
I'm just a kid
Don't ask me
About insurance
Or what car
I want
I haven't got
A clue
And neither
Did you

I Hate, I Hate
My son is 8.
It hurts my mind.
My teeth I grind.

My stress is high,
My hopes are low,
My faith is less,
My life's a mess.

How did we go,
How did we grow,
From fiery love
To embers aglow?

One child is failing,
One child is climbing,
One child is tailing.

One wants nothing,
One wants everything.
One wants to be included,
The little one just wants love.

I knew, I knew
That Morgan was two.
I knew, I knew
The candles he blew.

His life has hate,
He knows not why.
His life's a mess,
He could care less.

He fails,
He steals,
We have to nail
The presents to the tree.

He steals the candy
He is demanding ...

Copyright From A Poet's Heart
12/17/14