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"Tears of the Twins"
I can still hear it echoing in my head
"I'm so sorry girls, but your daddy is dead"
I'm still standing at his casket, begging for his warm embrace
not fully comprehending what had taken place
thinking he was sleeping and would be coming home when we leave
we didn't understand this would be it, not even a grave to go and grieve
we didn't understand what creamated meant
or why into a lake his ashes were sent
what does that mean that it was his will?
Its not the same to have nowhere to let tears spill
I wish I had five more minutes with him alive
I wish the accident never happend, no one drinks and drives
I wish I could sit again in his lap, to be a little girl
and soak up all his love before he left this world
or to smell him one more time or have more I remember
or just go back to that cold day in december
when a set of twin girls were indroduced to their dad
and every second was cherished because we knew 7 years was all we had
those words changed me and haven't gone away no matter how I've pled
"I'm so sorry girls but your daddy is dead"
"Miracle Oasis"
There was a desert, dry, hot and empty,
Never a drop of rain, but its neighbors got plenty
"If I only had a chance I know I could grow,
into a beautiful place, with a river that flows",
And everywhere else thought it was just a dream, there was no way
"For that place to grow it would have to rain for 30 days!"
And the desert would scream for just a little rain,
Just one little storm to take away the pain,
And for years he begged the clouds to send some down,
"Just save a little for me when you soak the next town,"
But it always stayed that same brown sand
And he finally realized this must be God's plan
Until one day the wind blew over just a drop
One drop of water, meant for a nearby crop
that God carried on air until it hit this spot
and sunk into the ground and spread all the way out
and miraculously the ground shook and began to sprout
And people came from far and from near
took planes, trains and boats to get here
to see the desert that turned into an oasis
with one little drop of water meant for other places
and what if no one would've ever known
what a miracle that day was blown
on a wisp of air to a desperate place
that never got rain and yearned for a taste
for centuries that desert begged to dance
and after he'd given up he finally got the chance
"What poetry means to me"
What does Poetry mean to me?
What does it mean to a slave to be free?
what do numbers mean to a mathematician?
What does hearing mean to a musician?
What does carbon dioxide mean to the trees?
What does aquatic life mean to the seas?
Poetry is rooted deep within my soul
Without it existence is no more than a black hole
It has been by my side since before I can remember
Poetry has been there to love me, heal me and hold ME tender
It's let me relive my discontent, painful life
It's been to me the softest fur and the sharpest knife
It's a constant reminder of age old fears taking form
But even when I'm torn it's embracing my soul and keeping me warm
It's been there to break my fall and to rest wearily upon
Poetry helps me to communicate with those who've long gone
My emotions saturating the paper as I write
Taking away all traces of suffering from this plight
Called life, easing my sorrows and mending my quartered mind
The endless reminder that I AM NOT the last of my kind
I spill my cup of experience onto each and every sheet
Providing the only way to date that I can freely speak
Poetry Is me Is my blood IS my body IS my essence
If it left me my soul would surely follow it to the heavens
Inside I'd shrivel and decompose, leaving behind just a shell
A heartbeat would remain, but no spirit there would dwell
You see Poetry and I became ONE as I slid from the canal of birth
And Poetry will be with me far beyond my body becoming one with this earth
Now you know just a touch of what Poetry means to me
It is my way of survival, my best friend, and what it means to ME
To be free.
"Beauty"
what is beauty? Its more than a symmetrical face
its more than the tight little bodies men chase
beauty is in the obese man who helps a child read
beauty is in the acne filled face who helps someone in need
beautiful is the now childless mother who tore through her sorrow
to give her sons heart, and give someone else tomorrow
beautiful is the deformed woman who spends her time with the abandoned
beautiful is the counselor who helps us sort the cards we've been handed
gorgeous are the single mothers caring without help that's due
gorgeous are volunteers helping forgotten elders to feel new
not that it isn't nice to be appealing to the eyes
but what matters is how you feel when a stranger cries
can you walk by, no change in your stride
or does it start to get to you inside
do you live for only you, and you only
if you do you'll get used to being lonely
because nobody can stay hidden behind their skin
after every action it proceeds to thin
until finally the ugliness is there for all to see
but you'll find out yourself, you don't have to take it from me
"Mental Abyss"
It's a long climb that I'm not sure I can make
with razor-sharp edges that I helped to create
this anger that lives deep in my sub-conscience
pushing me farther down as I try to get out of this
my persistent sadness is like a never ending thunderstorm
soaking this ragged cliff and making my fingers unable to perform
each clap of thunder is changed into laughter
not mine but of those who got up faster
mocking my incapable hands as I slide farther within
blood now cascading down the walls as I slowly give in
I close my eyes and leave it up to fate
release my tortured mind let go of what I hate
falling a million miles an hour I'm finally at peace
the wind wrapping my abused body in the softest of fleece
I will fall until the end of time
inside my troubled, troubled mind
"Memory Resention"
as the salty tears run from my eyes
I feel so alone and i don't know why
I know people love me and will always be there
but though I'm told they do, I'm not sure they care
I'm hurting so badly, just dying inside
I seem to be falling a victim of my very own mind
I walk backwards in life, reliving my past
I feel I'm aboard a ship that's sinking fast
one moment I'm as happy as I can possibly get
then I remember what I wish I could just forget
memories so terrible I hate them being recalled
but they pop in from nowhere and leave me appalled
horrific scenes acted out in my head
pictures of violence my mind cant shed
I torture myself for no reason at all
just when i start to climb back up I suddenly fall
into the abyss of memories within my brain
studded with heartache and splattered with pain
the old saying goes forgive but don't forget
that saying I live by and often regret
"Broken Wings"
To fly again with those that I love
Soaring high with the sparrows and doves
to feel the breeze through my silky hair
and know that I can go virtually everywhere
tears stream from my eyes, I reminisce
never again to feel the wind's gentle kiss
for I am stuck gazing upward at the sky
broken wings and no matter how hard I try
I cant leave the soil on which I stand
pointed to the heavens is my bloody hand
begging for someone to come to my aide
praying for some other price to be paid
but it is hopeless, as my life has become
for no one can save me from what I've done
careless acts and my neglectful ways
sentenced me to earth for all of my days
my cries of sorrow through the sky rings
so I weep upon the ground with broken, bloody wings
"I'm so sorry girls, but your daddy is dead"
I'm still standing at his casket, begging for his warm embrace
not fully comprehending what had taken place
thinking he was sleeping and would be coming home when we leave
we didn't understand this would be it, not even a grave to go and grieve
we didn't understand what creamated meant
or why into a lake his ashes were sent
what does that mean that it was his will?
Its not the same to have nowhere to let tears spill
I wish I had five more minutes with him alive
I wish the accident never happend, no one drinks and drives
I wish I could sit again in his lap, to be a little girl
and soak up all his love before he left this world
or to smell him one more time or have more I remember
or just go back to that cold day in december
when a set of twin girls were indroduced to their dad
and every second was cherished because we knew 7 years was all we had
those words changed me and haven't gone away no matter how I've pled
"I'm so sorry girls but your daddy is dead"
"Miracle Oasis"
There was a desert, dry, hot and empty,
Never a drop of rain, but its neighbors got plenty
"If I only had a chance I know I could grow,
into a beautiful place, with a river that flows",
And everywhere else thought it was just a dream, there was no way
"For that place to grow it would have to rain for 30 days!"
And the desert would scream for just a little rain,
Just one little storm to take away the pain,
And for years he begged the clouds to send some down,
"Just save a little for me when you soak the next town,"
But it always stayed that same brown sand
And he finally realized this must be God's plan
Until one day the wind blew over just a drop
One drop of water, meant for a nearby crop
that God carried on air until it hit this spot
and sunk into the ground and spread all the way out
and miraculously the ground shook and began to sprout
And people came from far and from near
took planes, trains and boats to get here
to see the desert that turned into an oasis
with one little drop of water meant for other places
and what if no one would've ever known
what a miracle that day was blown
on a wisp of air to a desperate place
that never got rain and yearned for a taste
for centuries that desert begged to dance
and after he'd given up he finally got the chance
"What poetry means to me"
What does Poetry mean to me?
What does it mean to a slave to be free?
what do numbers mean to a mathematician?
What does hearing mean to a musician?
What does carbon dioxide mean to the trees?
What does aquatic life mean to the seas?
Poetry is rooted deep within my soul
Without it existence is no more than a black hole
It has been by my side since before I can remember
Poetry has been there to love me, heal me and hold ME tender
It's let me relive my discontent, painful life
It's been to me the softest fur and the sharpest knife
It's a constant reminder of age old fears taking form
But even when I'm torn it's embracing my soul and keeping me warm
It's been there to break my fall and to rest wearily upon
Poetry helps me to communicate with those who've long gone
My emotions saturating the paper as I write
Taking away all traces of suffering from this plight
Called life, easing my sorrows and mending my quartered mind
The endless reminder that I AM NOT the last of my kind
I spill my cup of experience onto each and every sheet
Providing the only way to date that I can freely speak
Poetry Is me Is my blood IS my body IS my essence
If it left me my soul would surely follow it to the heavens
Inside I'd shrivel and decompose, leaving behind just a shell
A heartbeat would remain, but no spirit there would dwell
You see Poetry and I became ONE as I slid from the canal of birth
And Poetry will be with me far beyond my body becoming one with this earth
Now you know just a touch of what Poetry means to me
It is my way of survival, my best friend, and what it means to ME
To be free.
"Beauty"
what is beauty? Its more than a symmetrical face
its more than the tight little bodies men chase
beauty is in the obese man who helps a child read
beauty is in the acne filled face who helps someone in need
beautiful is the now childless mother who tore through her sorrow
to give her sons heart, and give someone else tomorrow
beautiful is the deformed woman who spends her time with the abandoned
beautiful is the counselor who helps us sort the cards we've been handed
gorgeous are the single mothers caring without help that's due
gorgeous are volunteers helping forgotten elders to feel new
not that it isn't nice to be appealing to the eyes
but what matters is how you feel when a stranger cries
can you walk by, no change in your stride
or does it start to get to you inside
do you live for only you, and you only
if you do you'll get used to being lonely
because nobody can stay hidden behind their skin
after every action it proceeds to thin
until finally the ugliness is there for all to see
but you'll find out yourself, you don't have to take it from me
"Mental Abyss"
It's a long climb that I'm not sure I can make
with razor-sharp edges that I helped to create
this anger that lives deep in my sub-conscience
pushing me farther down as I try to get out of this
my persistent sadness is like a never ending thunderstorm
soaking this ragged cliff and making my fingers unable to perform
each clap of thunder is changed into laughter
not mine but of those who got up faster
mocking my incapable hands as I slide farther within
blood now cascading down the walls as I slowly give in
I close my eyes and leave it up to fate
release my tortured mind let go of what I hate
falling a million miles an hour I'm finally at peace
the wind wrapping my abused body in the softest of fleece
I will fall until the end of time
inside my troubled, troubled mind
"Memory Resention"
as the salty tears run from my eyes
I feel so alone and i don't know why
I know people love me and will always be there
but though I'm told they do, I'm not sure they care
I'm hurting so badly, just dying inside
I seem to be falling a victim of my very own mind
I walk backwards in life, reliving my past
I feel I'm aboard a ship that's sinking fast
one moment I'm as happy as I can possibly get
then I remember what I wish I could just forget
memories so terrible I hate them being recalled
but they pop in from nowhere and leave me appalled
horrific scenes acted out in my head
pictures of violence my mind cant shed
I torture myself for no reason at all
just when i start to climb back up I suddenly fall
into the abyss of memories within my brain
studded with heartache and splattered with pain
the old saying goes forgive but don't forget
that saying I live by and often regret
"Broken Wings"
To fly again with those that I love
Soaring high with the sparrows and doves
to feel the breeze through my silky hair
and know that I can go virtually everywhere
tears stream from my eyes, I reminisce
never again to feel the wind's gentle kiss
for I am stuck gazing upward at the sky
broken wings and no matter how hard I try
I cant leave the soil on which I stand
pointed to the heavens is my bloody hand
begging for someone to come to my aide
praying for some other price to be paid
but it is hopeless, as my life has become
for no one can save me from what I've done
careless acts and my neglectful ways
sentenced me to earth for all of my days
my cries of sorrow through the sky rings
so I weep upon the ground with broken, bloody wings
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