Posts Tagged ‘writing’


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Cleanse my Heart

 

 

Just want to

Wash away

All the moments

Before today

Start fresh

With new reason

Stop giving

Into treason

If I could

Id reach in

Remove the pieces

Of past sin

Look at it

In tilted hand

Watch it spill

Like time clock sand

Never again

Will I be

Brought to tear

Brought to knee

All it takes

To live this part

Is cleanse my soul

Cleanse my Heart

-peace

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EVERYONE’S PAIN

Like a coat

Worn all day

It covers you whole

In every way

You’re able to walk

And move about

Still you feel

The shame and doubt

Sometimes it feels

Like you’re the one

Like you were chosen

To carry the shun

I feel the weight

Upon my shoulders

Will I crumble

As I get older

Looking around

I must decide

To reveal my burden

Or continue to hide

What if they see

The pain I hold

Will I be caught?

Or invited into the fold

 

-Peace


I wish I could just rest my heart.

Just take it out of my body, place it in a silk lined box inside of an ice-filled Igloo cooler.

Gently put “my heart container” at the foot of my bed and relax for tonight.

Lay down and close my eyes. Let sleep take me over. My breathing would be controlled and steady paced. Bones and blood would be at ease. For once, I would not have to think or worry about my heart and how hard it works just to keep me, ME.

Yeah, take it out, because while my heart is inside of me, my sleeping is keeping me awake.

Yeah, this is the way to go.

And yes I did exactly all that last night.

I went into my garage and found my favorite red cooler.

Heart – box – ice – cooler – peaceful sleep.

Yet when I awoke this morning to the sound of her vacuuming the bedroom floor, I almost died.

It seems she felt the need to throw out that old beat up red Igloo cooler.

Yelling at me,“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS DIRTY THING DOING IN HERE?”

-Peace

 

 


WATCHING THE ONE I LOVE CRY

It’s not fair – she said

I know it’s not fair but we have to keep pushing thru this – I said

We’ve lost everything – she said

Yes, we have, but we have eachother – I said

I know, and thats what’s most important – she said

We can get our things back – I said

But it hurts that we lose them – she said

I will get us back to where we were before this happened – I said

I know you will, I just want this to begin so it will end – she said

I do too – I said

It hurts – she said

Is this why you’re crying right now – I said

No, I burnt the pancakes – she said

I’ll eat them anyway – I said

-Peace


THE PEACE WITHIN

At mornings light

You rise and shine

Release your dream

And cleanse your mind

You must be sharp

You must be clear

The days challenges

Will now appear

A moment to think

Of what to do

Now you stand

The size of two

Absorb the blows

And return a few

The peace within

Resides in you

-Peace


SONS OF 53

 

I heard a story

Long ago

About a place

Where men would go

 

Hidden by walls

And gates of steel

They made a life

They kept it real

 

Some stayed there

Much too long

Some went home

To wine and song

 

The men still here

Hold their own

They survive long

Just flesh and bone

 

To outsmart time

And see the door

You must walk tall

This concrete floor

 

So tip your hat

If you should see

The men who are

The Sons of 53

 

  • The sons of 53 are still not free

TOO CLOSE TO CALL

Whisper to me softly won’t you please?

Make me belive that all will be well.

And take me to a better place.

Where life is good and time stands still.

Just for a bit, I would like to have.

A life of no worries.

With no shoulder to look over.

Calm and distant.

Like some world.

That has no sun nor moon to glow.

Just sit and rest while I catch my breath.

So I may face coming back to you.

-Peace