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Fear of the dark
Takes hold of me now
Afraid of the unknown-
Scared not to see
I cry out to God...See me!
Help me! I don't want the dark to come in
This one took me by surprise
I didn't know to be afraid...
Didn't know the Dark could come
Did not see it could happen
I was sure it would be-
My legs, or my hands
But NOT my eyes!
Oh God in heaven heal me
God above hear me
I need my eyes
Watch over me, heal my brain
So I can work, can do, think,
Care for my children
And love my family, my friends
The ones I love...
Please God don't leave me
in the dark
Amen

sign the parchment
of today's line
inking with blood
this promissory note

remunerated doer
significant construer
shout the hilltop
breath don't stop

can profanity emphasize
the extreme elation
principally interested
just being part of now

© agoodguy2have 2011-03-17

Look into yourself, tell me, what do you see?
Is this what you wanted? Is it how it should be?
Did you settle for second best, was it easier to gain?
Or did you strive for your dreams, even if you failed again and again?
Did you fake who you are to fit into the crowd,
or were you always yourself, always true, always proud.
Did you lie and betray to get where you are today?
or were you honest till the end, never fully led astray.
Did you listen to the taunts of those far below you?
Or did you hold your head up high, believing in the truth.
Were you selfish and greedy, thinking only of yourself?
Or did you reach out a helping hand, even when you're down, always lending help.
Did you strive to accomplish all you set out to do?
Or did you give up on yourself, thinking you are through.
Look back upon your life, did you live it undaunted?
Or did the world around you transform what it was you wanted?
Were you always true to yourself and those that matter?
Or did you take what you could, leaving others in tatters.
This world, it changes us, makes us into those we don't know,
But change is a part of life, as long as you're willing to grow.
Always know who you are, don't act like another,
be true to yourself, and never shall you falter.

You rarely get a second chance,
to have a new beginning,
so take this chance in both hands,
and really start a living.

A living free of all the drugs,
and others expectation,
where you can be who you are,
and build your own foundation.

Foundations built upon your terms,
for a life you deserve to live,
a life you’ve always dreamed of,
access to a few you may choose to give.

But when you give out access,
of others to your life,
be careful of whom you let in,
so they don’t cause you strife.

As you’ve worked hard to make it here,
and safety is what you need,
so if you’re having second thoughts,
attentions to these thoughts heed.

Second thoughts are usually concern,
letting themselves be known,
that this on and have a look,
to ensure the coup’s not flown.

So remember a beginning’s a start,
a fresh slate on which to build,
so take this on as a gift and it you’re angry,
hold the move until you’ve chilled.

I came upon a mental block,
A path in my mind where I could not walk,
The way was shut and I was stopped,
I peered and pried,
I couldn't get in ,
I tried
But every time,
I was denied,
I couldn't see what was inside,
I was put out and I pouted,
"I'd get in there if I could."
The voice in my head said,
"It's for your own good..."

Words spoken but can they be heard
Hearts broken with just one word
Weak is how the broken feel
Until they find the strength that helps them heal

By the flames of the coals fire light
Granny sits in her old rocking chair
Back and for she rocks her chair
Her faithfull pal her only friend sitting on her lap

Tibby his name old he now his
Her old faith cat her only friend
The chimming clock marks her time on earth counting down the hours the days

Her old black and white telly hisses to be played
Dark the room hides the decay. Un loved the room
The decay fills the room the curtains drawn with partial light emitting
Lighting parts or the room

The dust thickend she has wrote her name in the long lasting dust
Old she is her failing body unable to dust and clean her youth washed away never to be restored for now her home is left to decay
Unwanted unloved by her family and friends

For now she alone and her companion the cat live in decay

Sing to me my precious one
Your song of Yes and No
A song that starts with questions asked
And never tells of woes

What thoughts make up your memories
What dreams of long ago
Are you at your senior prom
With your high school beau?

Can you see your wedding day
Your husband’s handsome face
Or hear your firstborn baby cry
When he joined the human race?

Life! Where is your justice
That you so can so cruelly go
And leave her precious melody
A simple yes or No

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Sunday, seem to me to be the longest day of the week, It is the old Sundays I miss. Where after church everyone hugs and gives a little kiss. A time for rest and relaxation yet so many hours free is driving me a little c.r.a.z.y. This is not how I wish things to be. I wish that Sunday will one day be my day in which I celebrate and go to church to pray.

I can remember when I was well enough to head for the church I did attend. The Sunday dinners and fun times with friends. I long for those days again. Until then, I can dream and pretend.

Spending Sunday by myself is no fun for me. I enjoy it better when I have company. I miss all the good that the day once brought. Now, I can only pray that one day I will be well again and Sundays bring what they ought.

Sunday is still a beautiful day. I will embrace it, come what may. For now, I will think positive. I know there is still a reason for me to live. Sunday is a gift for me and I will learn to take things more lightheartedly.

SENSITIVE REFINING
 
Ginger Running Down my Throat
Clearing Out Poisons I have Spoke
Sage Lit up Like An Angel On Call
Positive Aromas I Enhale A Toke
 
Ginseng Leaves Room To RemoveTasteless Thoughts
Angelica Pushes me Through More Doors
Aniseed Relieves Of Indegestion Ways
Valerian ROOT Changes Nerves Taught
 
When We Attune Start To Understand The Being Within
We Want Wot is Best For Our Bodies So Empty Out
Wot Feels grim ...
 
When We Begin The Sensitive Road We Walk
We Suddenly Get More of an Urge To Draw Out
Wot Feels Grim
 
We Become So Refined In Choice
Refining Every Tune We Play
Sensitive to Every Sound
Wot We take In 4 the day
 
Sensitive We Are
Refining All Things On Our path