I FEEL YOU


Photos in an old cracked album
Yellowed corners curled
Greeting cards given over the years
Signed with love, your signature
A jewelry box with sparkly things
A junior high diary, key unfound
Rents my heart into again and again
We were together for the better
and the worst, we survived it all

I had your name tattooed on my wrist
I see it and I know you are with me
As if I need to know that by seeing ink.
I feel you in my heart
I wake with you my first thought
I close my eyes at dark with you my thought
Then the tears they fall, the heart rips again
I wake with you my first thought and a bed
full of tissues.

 

 

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NEW LOVE


Eyes lock with a stranger
Drawn to each other
Amusement park rides and thrills
Long sweet hikes in the hills
Life becomes a beautiful dance
Of growing love and sweet romance

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Regret


No one can know
How I’m feeling
How empty and alone
I toss and I turn
I can’t sleep it seems
Before the sun begins to rise
Your face and my words
Haunt my thoughts
Looping thru my head
Tears fall shamefully
Each drop filled with regret
Deep inside I know it’s
All my fault that you’re gone
I am dying inside
Do my feelings matter…anyone?

 

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PUSHING your rosy pink theory

your utopian way of life never having

lived a moment on a street

never hungry, cold, broke alone or with your children

never beaten emotionally or physically time and again

always had mommy and daddy and all the siblings

to love and nurture your head in the sand thinking.

Get real! Life is not as your generation sees it

there is STILL after MLK and the Kennedy’s prejudice

there is a race line not just with blacks,

but with those you deem different

It is there it is real.

Equality for everyone was our dream in the sixties and

we did all we could and then some but to this day

women are still paid less than men for the same job.

African~American men have more opportunity but not as many

as the white men

You asked how could I count all as bad… I don’t

I just believe when push comes to shove like will support like.

You ask that I show love to those that caused 9-11

I stated I can not, you then asked how can I lump them all together.

I ask you, did you watch the horror of planes crashing into the Twin Towers?

did you know the hijackers went to school here in this OUR  country to learn to fly

those planes, do you know they professed to our faces how great America was and

they loved it! Then they went into the twin towers and down in PA and the Pentagon area.

How can I trust or not generalize when over 3000 of my brothers and sisters were killed that day.

How can I  trust when Vietnam was so bloody and cruel  and ruined so many lives?

When people I loved died on the grounds of that country  or came home to kill themselves for what they had done, lived and seen.

How can you tell me I am wrong when babies and little children are killed in drive~bys innocently sleeping

in their beds and then their family is told oh wrong house, wrong street. Where are your rosy glasses now?

Ostriches get your heads out of the sand for I fear when you are released into the real world

you will be so unprepared and naive that you will either lose your mind or die.

there is no utopia, no every person equal, no erased racial line, nor religion or politics perfect.

I fear for the future of our country if your generation are the future leaders!

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ARTIST



If I were but a poet, I would write flowery words of love to you
As a sculptor, I would form your likeness in clay
With brush and paint on canvas, I would ingrain your likeness as seen by my heart
Alas am but a simple being without these talents
needing to share my life with you… only you.

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IMPORTANCE


Loneliness does not come from having no people around you,
but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to you
~Carl Jung

Important to me but afraid to say for the ridicule I know will come, the overheard remarks of “she’s crazy, she’s trippin.” No, what I feel, what I need are not the same as
what you want or need. The importance of ME is not important to you.
It is your feelings, your words, your needs that must be met, you’ll get to me when it
is convenient for you.
I asked you to lunch just to spend some time with you, forty-seven days later you acquiesced but had to drink to what? Dull the pain of being with me to tolerate me?
I told you how special you were how pretty and proud of you I am but you had to have another drink so you looked for the server…I knew you were not interested in what I had to say.
My broken heart, my loneliness, my just wanting to spend time with you was not what you needed or wanted, I was secondary when for such a brief time all I wanted was to be important to you for but a moment.
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The biggest fallacy…we are alone
No you know that can’t be true
Others have been here and gone
Leaving footprints for us to follow
Instruction carved in caverns hollow
How to treat our earth and all that she is
Not leaving destruction in their wake
Teaching us if we just listen and learn
Instead, we destroy and take
Beautiful old trees give oxygen to breathe
push them down grind them up, nothing to leave
Count how many autos and buses we can line up
Need a retail shop one or a few
Teaching our children ecology in criminal ways.
© LWC 2017

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