I Was Up From Early Today

I went to bed unusually early for this week and was up early, very early. The cold night was calling me and I turned and never got back to sleep. I just stayed there and observe as the emotions grew unbearable when I got up

  

I Was Up From Early Today   It was getting long   Well-built and strong All ready to hit Such energy to emit   Untiring before Pushed and pushed more   Ferocious indeed Relentless greed Once was not enough More tossing, more rough   Eager to strike And with a force like Rumblings from a quake Like winds tornadoes make You can not express   The fury, the mess Only in awe that it could During all this feel so good And he came rested only to come again then moved away You see I experienced Tomas, I Was Up From Early Today

Blow Your Nose Love

The
weather has been frightful and so unpredictable that you never know if you
should carry an umbrella. To play it safe I always travelled with a very small
pocket umbrella that when unfolded was the size of a gents umbrella. What is
also useful is having a pocket size rain coat that had a hood and covers below
the waist. Once you had these it didn’t matter what the weather decides, you
are ready.

 

Blow Your Nose Love   Because home is where your heart resides Let me say at this time my home takes long train rides Or can take trips on the bus, too and fro Where ever she explores is where my home may go    You will notice that my heart shivers from the cold Or you may hear its beating, strumming brave and bold Under these changes in conditions my home can be Relaxing in the day but by night cold and lonely   Never comfortable with the windows close at night Or contented when she turns over to put out the light Sometimes home is gay with endless fun Excited to be spending lengthy hours in the sun   Lots of times this month my home was washed away Once splashed by an insensitive driver and another day Very close a driver came to knocking my residence down Every day I am very concern, when ever my home is in town

 

All My Earthly Things

I think
sometimes I write so that people can ask themselves questions about the
soundness of what I had written and value their own opinions. I hear diverse
ideas and reasoning and although I am baffled that they are the emanations of
intellects, I recognize that everyone has a right to be heard and I listen. I
may be offended but I listen and ask for strength from the dear Lord to survive
the infusion of verbal pollution.    

 

All My Earthly Things   After working hard each day Long hours to ensure things go my way Living in the moment and for the moment too   Making the most of opportunities to accrue Years of fortune in my life time   Every pleasure to have, my life was prime And now death threatens to take it all Ruin me for my promiscuous downfall    The things I chose in life to amass How dread to think they now must pass Little chance to take them all with me Years ago the Pharaohs tried unsuccessfully   The fear of leaving them all behind Has possessed my thoughts and crippled my mind I shake from pain but I fear the most Not eternal damnation nor the Holy Ghost Got no belief in the afterlife and what lies ahead So all I fear are the things I leave behind when I am dead     These are the senseless expressions of a nonbeliever who refused to accept the Word of God

The Guest

I would
rather they never come by but we need to see them. They bring some stuff that
is necessary, I can’t say exactly what or why. You’ll just have to take my word
on this. But I will tell you this, sometimes you just have to bite the bullet
and bare their visit 

 

 

The Guest   Today was the same she was dressed in red Her usual fanfare brought typical dread Every time this guest arrives we buckle in pain   God please spare the agony when this guest comes again Use special diets for the guest but it’s the same Exercise for fitness but was demolished when my guest came So bloated, so cramped, so wishing my guest away This is the dread, the period, spots of dismay

The Guest Pt2

Somethings in life are so hard to bear that we often wish they were gone. Somepeople can be so rambunctious we wish they never come again but when we hearthat they were killed or not so final, that they lost a leg. We still feel sopain. Be careful the things you wish would not happen, your wish might cometrue.

 

The Guest Pt2   They didn’t arrive yet, they were already five days late Heard nothing, had no signs, didn’t know how long to wait Every pain I had felt before I wished now I had   Got the worst feeling overcoming me, I knew I’d been bad Unbearable thoughts of things I wished I had never done Ecstasy for the moment but what if the change has begun So hard, I’m not ready, I’d rather scream with cramps and pain The agony, if only my guest will come. I’ll never fool around again.

The Untidy Bedroom

When I
heard about the untidy bedroom I was shocked, they had always been so tidy, how
did the room get away from them. But this is easily understood when you think
of all the other things that people let get out of hand and sometimes so bad
that there is no tidying up.

 

The Untidy Bedroom   They share a room, these two ladies I know Had little time for a broom always on the go Every thing started to pile even on the floor   Unkempt clothes for awhile and then much more No where to walk without stepping on clothes Today she stepped on a clock although careful on tippy toes It was the turning point, the time to clean Dirty things had her out of joint, fallen from her routine Yet it was her mess, things she’d never thrown out   Brassieres, the evening dress, and other things laying about Envelops mysteries to unlock and junk mail everywhere Didn’t hear the knock, but then a shout “Is anyone there” Room was embarrassingly untidy, they kept the lock on the door Once they heard somebody, they met them before Opening too wide, to let others see Mess they would rather hide from you and me

 

The Monster Within

I once sawin television program an explanation that within all of us is good and evil, ina constant battle. The one we nourished the most becomes stronger andsuppresses the presence of the other. This means that at any time we can begood or bad depending on what we choose to let into our lives. This seemslogical. But what about if we feed neither, do we not run the risk of either escaping.

 

The Monster Within   There is a dark side of me I only just met Horrible and unfeeling, my silent duet Evil villains that lurked inside ready   Muted until I was weak and unsteady   On that wretched night when it was quiet about No more could I contain the monster and it got out Screams followed its path behind a closed door There was no lock so I opened it and the screams grew more Evil arched with fangs and claws Ravishing another just because Weakened bodies are prey at night In the dark where danger hides from the light This evil I saw turned and faced me Had a surprising likeness, it was my facsimile I stumbled and gasped, turned quickly and fell Never was I as afraid, the monster was me and like a being from Hell

Can Men Understand No

I have
been exposed to the persistence of men and the deliberate deafness to the word
no. They pretend that they either don‘t hear the word or that they don’t
understand it. And they are so silly, what would stop us from giving then the
wrong number. I heard from an educated trainer at a defense class to never take
a number from them that they are handing to you. Never give them the
opportunity to grab your hand. The quickest way out of the problem can still
lead to new problems. Beware!

 

Can Men Understand No   Crossing the road I was let by, by a guy in a fancy silver car And turned to thank him with a smile but his daze was bizarre  No, I couldn’t believe it, up ahead was he   Making himself obvious, just leaning on the car staring at me Even though he was polite I had to leave No was clear but he followed and wouldn’t believe   Usually I remember faces but for the three month I’ve been here Never did I see you in this town anywhere Didn’t matter, I was in a hurry but he just pursued me Every step I took he followed annoyingly Requesting a few seconds of my time but I needed to run Shamelessly this man about 30 was boyishly undone   Then he said he had to see me sometime again A typical man, sees a pretty stranger and wants her remain Never knowing who she is, what she is or who waits for her Don’t they ever give up, can’t they take no for an answer   No! I don’t want to talk. No! It doesn’t matter what you feel. No! One day I wish I could say no and these silly men will just go!

Great Samaritan

I heard a
story of a modern day Samaritan and I wondered what I would have done. Too many
people would have driven off hoping that someone else would do the right thing.
But how long does someone in distress have to wait for their Samaritan to come
by?

 

Great Samaritan   Got a big loving and caring heart Right from moment she saw her, from the very start Every personal crisis stood still and she was there At her side where the young was crying, no one else showed to care The corner was dangerous and the bike caught her eyes   She looked from her car and saw a girl then  heard her cries All her clothes were torn from where she fell More shuck up by the spill than hurt from what they could tell And though she was dirty in her face her heart seemed clean Regretfully everyone had passed her by, why are people so mean It was soon her parents came to answer her call This was a remorseful eye opening, this fall And “What is wrong with people” so many passed bye uncaringly Now the Samaritan’s words ring true “She could have been me”

 

He Ran The Traffic Light

I wrote
before of the reason you hurry is the reason you shouldn’t. If you think about
it, when you are rushing in the car to that appointment, if you crash the
appointment may never see you. I am not expecting everyone to take their time;
I’m just hoping that we would all be a lpt direful when we hurry

 

He Ran The Traffic Light   Hurrying brings waste, bad decisions, lost of life or pain Every time you chose to hurry think once again   Running a traffic light can be the worse haste And today was this terrifying dragon she faced Nothing between them but thin air   The brakes squeaked their appeal and folk looked from everywhere He was driving his posh BMW and she saw in his eyes Emotions of fear, terrified from the alarming surprise   That he had stopped within inches of taking her life Ran the stop light and almost took this soon to be wife And she stared at him and grew angry Fool, damn fool, what if he had ran over me Fury burst through her veins, she wanted that he too feel Intensely terrified and never repeat this ordeal Crowds of people on the sidewalk were sure they would see   Life snatched away from her, a great tragedy If it had happened, he would’ve been ok with a car dent God knows what we would’ve missed, the times we would’ve spent His life would have gone on and she would have been dead Tonight she would not have been here beside me in my bed