I lied; it was easier than facing the truth.
Way better than being rude…
One small lie became another;
First to a stranger, then to my lover.
The lies got so frequent, I could no longer see truth.
No matter how hard I tried, POOF!
The lines, once walls, are now so easily crossed.
Integrity, ethics, and honesty, all tossed.
It was then that I realized there was one thing to do,
Run for office, and work for you.
Random Poetry
Bleeding Into Another
One day bleeds into the next
Tired, worn, thoroughly depressed
Somehow one day turns itself around
Becomes something so profound
Gratitude exudes from every moment
For the simple things that adorn it
Trying to pry it out from the rest
Not knowing which tool is best:
Prybar, screwdriver, crowbar, or stick of wood
Tell me, which one would
Help remember it without slipping it into THE PAST
Help keep things alive before it bleeds away
Before it becomes just another day
A Friend in Need
I tripped in a rabbit hole, got stuck in the mud
My ankle was twisted, I was covered in crud
You came by, lifted me out
Reassured my fears, erased my doubt
By remembering me before I fell
Way back when I ran like hell
Through the obstacles as they came at me
Always running so wild and free
Just a hand out of the blue
Strong, bold, beautiful, and true
So much better than the hand I was dealt
Now I’m running off, freer than I’ve ever felt
Road Work
I am the cone on Abbey Road
The one standing innocently, miles away from the hurt
The one picked up, screamed at, thrown in the gutter
Picked up again, hurled across the street
To be run over by a dump truck
Miles from a hurt I didn’t cause
Blamed for a failure I had no part in
Burdened with the task of putting myself back together
To bounce back to help you see your way
Standing straight and true
Bright orange, reflecting God’s light
Through the horrors that have nothing to do with me
Showing the path over the broken road
Leading to safety all that traverse through the road work
Only to be picked up, screamed at, and hurled once again
Soon the rubber won’t bounce back
There will be no standing tall
Just shards of the once bright, once reflective surfaces
Left on Abbey Road to be washed into the gutters
Out into the sea; forever lost with the next rain
Out of the Blue
Into the blue
Why is it that you
Keep me in your thoughts
Way past the death of forget me nots?
Why is it that you won’t let go
Of the past, that haunts so?
I moved on, so far away
Keeping the memories of you at bay.
Yet you turn up, out of the blue
With all of the memories, hatred too.
I wish I could be indifferent as you once said,
“You can’t hate without a love once bled.
Indifference is the only key
To fully be rid of the passion, see?”
I still hate because the love still lives
Even though I have another that gives
More to me than you ever could
Much more even than you ever would….
My Voice
“I don’t want to hear your voice”
Is it really THAT bad?
Yes.
So, I mumble unintelligible sounds
Too quiet to be heard
Hoping you can’t unwant to hear
What you can’t hear me say
In the forced silence, I write
Hoping my words SCREAM from the page
Without the thoughts you invoked
or the silence I was made to fill
Without the struggle you put me through
There wouldn’t be such strong emotions to distill
I’m grateful you didn’t want to hear
MY VOICE
For I wouldn’t be where I am today
Sharing my silent screams
Overcoming all of my yesterdays
Living out all my dreams
I now have something you can’t touch
If you had only felt how much I truly loved