No Pain, No Gain

Sometimes people comment about my poems being born from such personal tragedy.
But the way I look at it is that, my writing is cheaper than psychotherapy.
I write through my sadness, the tears and the fears, to process the grief.
Because from happiness and joy, the laughter and smiles, I need no relief.
Please do not feel sorry for me, just know that I am doing OK.
Life's lessons can come hard or easy, what I learn is here to stay.

Read on the radio at KOPN 98.5 FM on March 28th, 2010.

Life Living Me

Days flow into nights, and nights into days.
The sun follows the moon, lighting the ways
Time has passed and slipped through my hands.
Hourglass broken lets loose timeless sands.
What I have built up has become undone.
I have lost more than I have ever won.
Thinking I was living life, I didn't see.
That all this time life was living me.

Jaded

I tried to be the good daughter.
I tried to be the good wife.
I tried to be the good mother.
I tried to be the good christian.
Over and over again I failed.
Down on my knees crying for help,
My prayers were never hailed.
Now that all my hope has faded.
My dreams lay dead in their grave.
Is it any wonder why I'm so jaded.

Across The Threshold

There is a place; a threshold.
Where pain mixes with pleasure.
Where violence and seduction,
Blend sweetly into each other.
Where gift of submission,
Is freely given to domination.
Things change at the threshold.
The softest caress is unwanted
And the hardest slap begged for.
Where the surrender to bondage
Releases suppressed desire.
I wait to find a lover who will
Take me across the threshold.

Dangerous Times Are A Comin'

In the news the rumors are a flyin'
About death, destruction and gore.
As we watch soldiers are a dyin"
Fightin' in the Iraq war.

Across the land people are a prayin'
In their homes and churches.
That the Grim Reaper will be a stayin'
In the lair where he perches.

Dangerous times are a comin'
You can feel it in the air.
And the wind is a howlin'
With the sound of people in despair.

And the swine flu is a bringin'
A plague upon our land.
Cries of "the end is near" is ringin'
As 2012 draws close to hand.

The Earth has been a quakin'
Giving the unbelivers a sense of doom.
Will 'The Spirit of Man' start wakin'
Or will the hope of mankind be in tombed.

Yes dangerous times are a comin',
You can feel it in the air.
And the wind is a howlin'
With the sound of people in despair.


Authors Note:
The poem is based on a conversation I over heard at work and not necessarily my personal beliefs.

Discord

A, D and E.
Three chords
That I taught
Myself to play
Over and over
Again. Teaching
My fingers memory
Of positions and
Of rhythms.

A, D and E.
My Mantra
My song and
My comfort
While you were gone.
The guitar felt
good in my hands.
My fingers touching
Where yours once played.

A, D and E.
Then you
Came home.
Larger than life.
I felt so small.
I never played
You my little
Three chord song.
You were gone again.

A, D and E.
Three chords
Silent now.
I held the
Smashed pieces
Cradled in my lap.
Until then I
Didn't realize how
You broke my heart.

Wow, it's been awhile since I have blogged. I have looked back over some of the things that I have written and I can't belive how much I have changed. I am no longer with Daniel/Danielle who was the subject of many of my poems. I have decided that 2010 is the year of ME. I am going to decide who I want to be when I grow up and how to make that happen. My two main goals this year are to 1. Learn to play the guitar and 2. Go back to collage. I've already started on goal number 1 and working on goal number 2.