Bad Her, Bad Me

A swift heave of thoughts and feelings
Sentiments of my very own being
A way of living that shook my heart
Sullen and dark, my soul is aghast

Tongue as barbed and fatal as a razor
Words that could kill, never said as a favor
How could she be so hard and unkind
To love she is asked of, she seems deaf and so blind
Not to bark at a tree or cast the first stone
I confess the same sin and I do feel remorse
It does pain me to see how she alienates all
Unaware of the verity of her being alone

Call her and she wouldn’t pay an eye
Ask her and she has not a qualm to lie
Touch her and she would brush (you) off
Hold her and she wouldn’t mind to loft

The surge of emotion triggers hyperbole
As flawed as human sometimes go astray
I do recognize the humane love inside
That surreptitiously, she is trying to hide

One thing I’m wishing is for her to see
The ardor I have (for her) on fire right in me
I’m wanting to stake all my feelings for her
If only she tries in my eyes to stare
A woman whose nature is to care and to tend
To her spawn whose been dying just for her to mend
All the wounds in the heart that she had bequeathed
I pray in heaven this aches may be rested

A swift heave of thoughts and feelings
Sentiments of my very own being
A way of living that shook my heart
Sullen and dark, my soul is aghast

O dear, I love you, if only you know
Don’t turn me away, with you let me grow
With us your family, it’s never late to change
When you do, our love will never be in vain
Pardon me for the bad things I can’t help but say
What happened before this was more than I could take
Touched the part (of me) that is too much in pain

Now it’s over, I had let it out
Bailed out the anger and cleared off the spout
Let’s start afresh and begin anew
Keep this in mind, Mama, I love you.

I was just mad.. Let the words capture it all.. May it be kept locked within.

A Work in Progress

R.D. Clyde once said, “It’s amazing how long it takes to complete something you’re not working on.” Something self-explanatory I guess but definitely an idea that not everyone has given much thought. We all have our wants and needs and each of them comes with a what and a how. As to whether or not these dreams could turn into reality, half the decision is ours to make. Seeing through the what brings on a spark; keeping in touch with the how drives that spark into flame. How about the other half? My two cents is that it’s all on faith. After all, it’s the only thing that can keep the flame burning.

Today I made a decision or should I say I sealed a decision that has long been made. To be a writer is my what and this journal is a minute but essential part of my how. It might take a long time but I couldn’t care any less. I ‘ve made my first step and nothing else matters.