A blink, a breath,
A heartbeat away.
We own not, tomorrow-
Nor even, today.
Here but only briefly,
A mere moment of all time.
Will we ever grow old?
Or pass away, in our prime?
In the grand scheme of life,
It matters not, when or where.
But how we lived in each moment,
Of all our joys, and our despair.
So tell them, you love them-
While your heart is still beating,
For we own not, tomorrow,
And today...is so fleeting...
I had a HORRIBLE Nightmare last night that I was Dying.. And, the only way for me to live was to drink a lot of Water...
I kept trying to drink Water, but, I couldn't swallow it! I tried so hard to drink the Water, but, I just couldn't get it to go down my throat! I was freaking out!
After trying to drink Water, for what seemed like hours, I managed to get a couple, little, drops of Water down my throat... I had to force those drops of Water to go down my throat with all of my might!!
Then, I FINALLY Woke Up in a Panic, and, I was sooo Relieved that it was only a dream.. Phew!!!
A daughter sits at the bedside,
Of her dying dad,
Wishing for more time,
And the life that they once had....
She stays with him all morning,
she gently pats his hand,
watching this transpire before me,
was more than I can stand....
she sings and prays with him,
while sitting by his bed,
I can hardly contain my emotions,
as she strokes his head....
I pace in and out of the door,
trying to let her know,
That I am here to help,
And that I love her so....
she never leaves his side,
as he slips away,
into the arms of Jesus,
On this peaceful sunny day.....
1. You are not special because you have a sadness that sleeps within your spine.
You do not require attention.
No one has to love you.
2. Vicodin will not ease your pain.
It will not bring back your unborn children.
They will not make him un-touch you.
They do not make you more alive.
3. Rum is not a cure for not feeling your body in the morning.
It doesn't make him love you.
It doesn't make your mother care.
4. Sad songs do not make you feel better.
Sad songs aren't a fix for your broken heart.
Do not relate to them.
5. Your therapist is right.
Do not ignore her.
Do not take more pills.
6. Do not sleep with him.
He does not love you.
He can't fix you.
Fix yourself.
7. Do not read old blood stained suicide notes.
They are not beautiful.
Do not be proud.
8. You are not beautiful.
You are dying.
Stop saying his name.
Stop painting his name in red.
9.You are dying.
Stop wishing for him.
You are dying.
He doesn't love you.
10. You are dying.
Stop fighting the paramedics.
Please just don’t leave me alone
In the dark, with my dreams
Alone, forgotten, lost
Dying with a broken smile on the mask
That covers my face
With a lying mirror
Showing a picture that isn’t me
That isn’t how I feel
Laugh to yourself
All the while thinking that I’m fine
While I die inside
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(photo from lightworkers.org)
he feels dejected,
grim, down-in-the-mouth,
mirthless, mournful,
moody and droopy,
dragged, trite,
and nothing is right,
anguished, forlorn,
woeful in the depths of despair.
he tries to think
of sweetest memories,
but as he casts his
grappling hook to
secure his ascent
over the walls he's built,
the rope becomes
frayed and breaks.
the weight of his
guilt has grown too
ponderous, and his
spine too soft to
bear the rigors
of the climb that he
now sees he must
journey on his own.
sinking deeper into
his abyss he struggles
to remember something
other than this limbo
of darkness and dread,
the disbelief of this reality
he fails again and again
to overcome, and desperation sets in.
clinging to old feelings,
and the desire for a love
long gone, he withers
in a sea of hopelessness,
and every good memory
takes him back to the
bottom of this wallowing
pit of sorrow and pain.
people pass by,
some with compassionate
flurries of empathy
that quickly ferment to feed
the destruction of any
aspirations for change,
and the nature of his misery
flourishes unto his bitter end.
he thought she was his world,
and now she's gone,
moved on to another dimension
on the wings of a dove,
to blaze new trails without him,
but his mind cannot accept
that was the whole purpose of
their meeting in this life.
she came to prepare him
for this dark night of the soul,
and his task is to overcome it,
he listens for her voice
to soothe him as it did before,
and the scorching fires of
truth that strip his soul naked
have left him angry and inflexible.
and when he sleeps,
she watches
through timeless portals,
the man she left behind,
and wonders
if he'll ever pass
the test
of this lifetime.
he doesn't seem
to understand her whispers in the dark,
he only understands the love they had so long ago,
he's trapped in something
only he can bring unto an end,
or wander in his denial, his heart never to mend,
for unbeknownst to him this lifetime is his only chance
for them to ever have another lifetime in this dance.
11:41 PM 8/7/2013 ©
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honesty can, and
has been known
to strangle
arteries of
bleeding love
that feed a
beating heart,
but flowers
that never reach
their intended
destination
only leave their
scent.
to live half
of a life
is like
not even
living at all,
but the seeds
of dying flowers
disagree.
5:48 PM 8/1/2013 ©
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One rainy day I peered into the window of your soul,
The shattered pieces of your life, like a shroud to fill the hole,
A roomful of confusion, was the story left behind,
A teardrop dons a cheek or two, life's end can be unkind,
This solemn stage is deafening as soldiers come to call,
The pinned lapels are like trophied shelves adorning a blackened wall,
And as I toss the single rose atop the earthen mound,
I toss my sun... My moon... My stars...
My life, into .the ground.
2012 ©
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The Magic in the Stars is Dying
Flickers of Colored Boxed Light at Dead-End Avenue
Legs Streched, Crossed
Steady Hum-Drum-Hum
Pictures Hanging Off the Wall
Explore In-Out-In-Out
Beautiful Countryless Flag Blowing in the Wind
Stars All Up-Above You Anyway
One Star
Births Us All Maniacs
Births Us All Paranoids
Births Us All Lovers
Births Us All Simple-Circuits
The Dim-Lit-Bright Ones Make Connect-the-Dot Pictures
All Us All Dying In
All Us All Dying Out
We Stare at Them But Answer Only In Questions
On Night Sky Play Pythagorean Theorem
On Piano
On Rain-Dust
On Kitchen Spoons
On Cloud-Morning-Coffeee Cups
On Night Sky Lay Backs Wet-Painted-Grass-Staines
Of Fourth of July Explosions that Tickle-Backs and Trickle Down to Earth
Of the Stars That are Wispered and Hush Buddah Dolls Sold in Stores for Printed Paper-Making-Money-Class
Good for Old
Bad for New
Something to Reach For
Something Miracle-Cure-is-ness
Something of Every Godt to Exizt
Something of Nothing
Do a Rain Dance
Kill Like the Sun
Pantomime All Winter
Using Only Thumb and Forefinger
Things of Wonder
Caught in Nets of Rational Brain
A Few Break Free
Begin to Ponder
Like We All Did Younger
Underneath Blankets and Covers
With Flashlights Lit Like Dampened Diamond Signals to the Sky
Like We All Died Older
Finished Caught in Painted This
An Endingless Kiss
They are All Our Eyes
We are Everyone
The Magic in ther Stars is Crying
Not Far From Us