Ashes to Ashes

Ashes to Ashes

The fight came from nowhere.  Words were said that should not have been.  Feelings tossed out like the trash.  Raw nerves grinded like coffee until there is no feeling.  Bruised, bleeding, alone, and crying in the corner.  Never again are the words that are there, but not out loud.  Self-healing bones and long sleeve shirts hide the damage.  At some point something snaps and clarity sets in.  There is an end to the madness,

Yes, there is an end.

It is not so easy to see

Which of the limbs have been broken

Or to know when the roots became visible to all

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Hope and Change

Hope and Change

One day you are on top of the world.  Your family was happy, healthy, and living the middle class dream.  Then things that you have no control over turn your world upside down.  You had a little in 401k, a few little investments, and had just bought my dream house.  America seemed to die a little that year and now four years later we are in the ICU on life support.

I miss my America

To sleep under a starry sky

It used to be a dream

Now it’s a nightmare with no end

To listen to the sounds of the night

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My Time of Peace

My Time of Peace

All things must die.  However all things have the opportunity to live forever.  Death is but a gateway to memories and monumental discoveries.  It is hard to let go but just imagine the joy that your loved one is experiencing.  Life is short but an eternity with the ones that you love in the arms of God is going to be amazing.  That will be,

my time of peace.

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The Tears Left Behind

She drinks whiskey for breakfast, and he’s never noticed                                                          He kisses her cheek, as he runs out the door                                                                              He’s gone for a week, and she’s left there crying                                                                           For the man that she loves, and a love that’s gone wrong

She cries for her lover, her friend, and her husband                                                                    She cries for the memories, that have faded in time                                                                   She cries as she sleeps, with no one beside her                                                                               And that no one will notice, the tears left behind

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The Keys to My Heart

The Keys to my Heart

The cheating and lying can only be masked for so long before the nerves are exposed and blood starts to pour. Vengence is brutal at the hands of a scorned woman. It is even worse when there are two.

All my friends said you were special

When you came strolling through the doors

Jeans and t-shirt clinging to you

Leaving me wishing I saw more

 

Your love has pulled me round in circles

Seems there’s no ending to the pain

Our first time it seemed so special

Until you called out her name

 

You’ve lost the keys to my heart

You left them lying in her bed

You’ve had me crying from the start

And I’m the fool that played the part

You’ve lost the keys to my heart

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It Must Be Me

It Must Be Me

Believe what I believe! You are not tolerant! You should listen to me! People today are very polarized in their beliefs. There seems to be no gray areas only black and white. If you disagree with someone you are a bigot, a racist, intolerant, or just insensitive. Take a step back and analyze your own words. Sometimes the mirror of life can really show you the truth.

Is it me, really?

Why am I wrong

Because I do not agree

My values do not matter

In your eyes

I must give in

Or I am wrong

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Bricks

Bricks

Bricks

While visiting Savannah we saw the bricks. SCAD (Savannah College of Art and Design) is saving them and rebuilding areas built with blood. Buildings that were made with the bricks made by slaves are now being preserved for future generations to see and remember. A lasting reminder that life is not fair and that bad things happen. But even more, these bricks serve as a reminder that we should never let this kind of atrocity happen again.

Thankfully, a time not forgotten

Imagine their hands

Covered in mud

Throwing the mix into molds

A mixture of

Mud

Hay

Blood

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My Friend

My Friend

Not many things can make you feel special. However, your horse will. They can make you laugh and make you cry. They are always willing to nudge you in the right direction even if you don’t know what direction that is. When you put your head to theirs and look into their eyes, you know that there is a God and he is good.

For my horse loving friends

Fall

Fall

Fall

When your surroundings bring to life the past you get a chill.  Sometimes you cry.  Sometimes you laugh.  However the feelings are real and the reasons for the feelings couldn’t come at a worse time.

The heart remembers 

The leaves fall around me and I cry

Their sharp edges cut my skin

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Waiting

Waiting

Patience is definitely not your best suit.  Why are you waiting for them?  What could you possibly see that would make you think that passing by all other opportunities put in front of you makes sense?  Was it that special?  was it that special for both of you, or just you?  Do they know that you are waiting?  Do they care?  How do you know?  They don’t talk to you.  They don’t acknowledge you.  Maybe you need to take a deeper look at the reasons you are waiting.

No thank you, I’ll wait

The hardest thing you’ve ever had to do is wait

Waiting for the unknown, the maybe, the maybe not

Controlling the anxiousness that will inevitably be there

Understanding the reasons behind what has to be done

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