Choices

I have to breathe.
That’s on me.
My back’s against the wall.
I’ll take the fall,
For leaving you,
All alone.
Choices.
I can leave.
My reprieve.
That last pour,
And out the door.
That last kiss,
That I’ll miss.
Choices.
That last glance,
Left to chance.
Step into the rain.
Walk out on the pain.
For loving you,
On my own,
All alone.
Choices.
I can’t replace,
What love can’t embrace,
A journey still undone.
I can lift you up,
Or I can run,
Leave love undone.
Choices.
I have to breathe.
That’s on me.
My back’s against the wall.
I’ll take the fall.
For leaving you,
All alone.
Choices.

Unspoken Words. “Sometimes I forget that people can see me walk away mid-conversation.”

The email that you want back…bad!

“Sometimes I forget that people can see me walk away mid-conversation.” Yes, that happens. I’m not proud of it, but I just ordered the t-shirt. Consider it a warning.

Have you been rendered deaf and dumb by the unspoken word? Do you struggle with the spoken word?  Is anyone really listening? Unspoken words have become all consuming.  Just ask Alexa.

It obviously started with the word-processors and PCs. E-mails have dominated as the most effective form of communication for years.  Then there are the email you wish you had back!  E-mails are now often ignored, as are voice and voice mail. Now text messages illicit a response, when a phone call will not.

Are you tired of “friending” folks you may have shared a past, without a future? Have you acquired reciprocal friends? Friends who aren’t really friends, but are looking to up their score? Are you tired of posting and checking Facebook and trading likes. Do you actually become angry, depressed and lose sleep, if your posts go unnoticed, or if someone’s emoji solicits the wrong response. Guilty on all counts!

Then there’s Twitter, tweets and retweets, too. Occasionally you can get someone famous to follow you, heart or retweet you if you suck up to them. It can be infectious. Eventually you grow tired of chasing nameless followers and responding in kind and they all share your views? I actually miss the followers who you can disagree with, then they block you! Not really.

Every social media site, online news, on every  device, all forms of social media, especially if you are are promoting your business, can be obviously compelling. Think. How many social media gurus are out there peddling their “schtick”?

I started a Facebook account to promote MS awareness and to raise funds for MS. Not one Facebook friend donated solely because of Facebook. They donated because they were “real” friends and responded to my emails. Twitter too, has been ineffectual. LinkedIn is the one social media platform I find effective to garner information, stay in touch with colleagues, who I consider friends, learn from them and each other.

The problem still remains. We live in a world where the spoken word matters less. I challenge you. When was the last time you told a good joke, face to face and enjoyed a real laugh from real people?

I just asked Alexa to tell me a joke. Alexa responded, “What did the golfer call his girlfriend? Alexa, “The Sweet T.”  So how did Alexa know I call my wife, “Sweet T”?

Just Imagine Who We Could Be

Imagine if you could truly love me.
Look into my eyes, not away.
Imagine the love there could be.
If we were in step, not a step away.
If words didn’t matter.
Not hurled in pain I’m in.
Not spattered.
In vain.
If I could close my eyes.
Bring back yesterday.
I would,
If I could.
Yesterday I could breath.
Today pressed lips,
Suffocate my soul.
Frequent sips,
From my glass of despair.
Pour the sadness,
Repeat the madness.
Just imagine.
If you could look at me.
The love there could be.
Imagine who we could be.

When You Can’t Love Enough

Embrace the emptiness.

It’s all around you.

It fills the room.

And leaves you foolish,

And afraid.

Uncertain for the first time,

Not the last.

Sadness all of a sudden,

Surrounds you,

All around you.

You can’t love enough!

You can’t embrace,

What’s already broken.

Pick up the pieces,

Already there.

Words unspoken,

We still share.

Hope.

Anguish.

Tears.

Anger.

Despair.

Us.

When love’s not enough,

I’m still here.

I’ll be there.

Find your way back,

Back to me.

All You Had To Do

Quiet smile stuttered,
Words worn thin.
Spinning me out of control.
Away from you.
Wearing away my soul.
Quiet ears shuttered,
The storm came in.
Wave upon wave,
Smiling on my rain.
You’re so right,
You’re wrong.
Quiet eyes fluttered.
Shadows can’t hide sin.
Closing in on me,
Can’t you see?
Blind to my pain.
Hear the ripple in the room.
That is you stirring me.
Spinning me out of control.
Wearing away my soul.
When all you had to do,
Was love me.

There’s Always Somehow

Time for a chew toy

R.I.P. Cody Bear

It’s too often now,
Sleep won’t allow.
Living life,
Eyes wide open into the night.
And Cody’s forever stare.
Dawn brings to light.
The day in spite.
Sins forgiven.
Love lifts the soul,
The dice will roll.
And steals the past.
Each day maybe the last.
Let’s give a hug,
To those we love,
For each moment we share,
There’s always somehow.
There’s always Cody Bear.
R.I.P.

Mouth Full of Soap

ivory_soap_barYou’re doin’ the dishes,
And followin’ Mom’s wishes.
Since you could step on a stool,
You know the golden rule.
You know Momma’s no fool.

Your washin’, she’s dryin’.
The kids in the kitchen
They haven’t stopped cryin’.
It’ no use in bitchin’.

If you wanted to eat,
And a place to sleep,
You better be sweet,
And learn how to sweep.

If you wanna play games,
And have some fun,
You have to wait,
Until the dishes are done.

Grab a mop, lend a hand,
There’s five more brats,
And there all the same brand.
If you look to the right,
And you look to the left,
Chances are there’s a siblin’ in sight.

She’s cookin’ in the kitchen.
She’s doing the wash.
She’s mendin’ your stichin’,
While she boilin’ the sauce.

She’s swathin’ a path,
While you’re takin’ a bath.
And she hasn’t stopped yet,
And you ain’t even wet.

When you go to school,
Lunch is in a bag, not cool.
Peanut butter and jelly,
Still fills your belly.

If you mutter a sound,
That isn’t profound,
Shutter to think,
Your head’s in the sink.

If she hasn’t heard,
It’s not a word,
It isn’t part of her lingo,.
Not even at Church bingo
You better run, you dope,
Or taste her favorite soap.

 

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