Madness…#343

Madness…#343

Hatred –

An unwanted Soul –

At birth cast away –

Scared and burdened with emotional wounds throughout its journey on earth.  Never knowing the touch of a mother’s hand, no words of I love you, one child was showered with love, the other the mother could not stand. All of the tomorrows’ the path long and steep; it searched a lifetime to asking why did the mothers’ anger run so deep.  A lifetime of sadness, the hate clear; the mother was spiteful. 

 The moment the mother was laid in the ground.  Truth in its abandonment never found, this abused Soul tries to remember that understanding and unhappiness are closely bound.  Band from seeing her mother in those last precious days, lies told many things stole.  The soul now grown did not want her possessions, she hoped to hear her say the words, I love you, but it was too late.  To the end the mother held on to her hate.

When anger and depression fuse together, they give birth to madness.  Loathing emotions born out of the pits of darkness holds an emptiness and void that can never find contentment.  Madness thinks of death, is in harmony with Stillness.  It feels pain, lives in blackness,  hopes for nothing; survives as its opponent living life be aware-its toxic and filled with madness.

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Why are we leaving it up to the children?…#342

A Free America

Why are we leaving it up to the children?

Do you know your country, or do you only

Know what you are told by the media, or

Local gossip?  Everyone of color has been

Discriminate against, the whites have yet

To understand that they are privileged.

The status of your existence is unimportant

If you are poor and white, you still have

Priviledge over anyone of color.  You live

In America and you think that you are free!

Silence is our words, the stories we tell

Are not true; they are made up of all that

We wish to be.  The dead of the past are

All hero’s and we sing the praises of their

Names and their conquest.  Silence our words

For they are only half truths. 

We continue with our lives as if we know

Where we are going and what we are doing,

But do we?  Were we meant to be ruled by

A group of people that are out for themselves

Only?  They rule over all of the people.  Yes,

We voted them in, do we even look at who we

Put into office?  Are they fit to be an official?

Of the United States of America?  What is

Their personal life that will start the question

As to how they will act in their government

Life.

We, the people of our generation are lost, we

Have let the government get too far into this

Mockery.  These people we elect are in the game

For themselves and do no care about the people. 

They do not think about the children of today or

Of those that will be born tomorrow.  Will they

Have a tomorrow? Or will America turn into a

Third world country?  Will our farm lands be

Baron waste lands?

The land of the free and the home of the brave,

Will be a thing of the past.  Hopefully, someone

Will remember as there will be no books to read,

There will be no memorials to see, no places to

Visit with the family.  Those who still fight for

Freedom will do so underground.  They will be

Called the enemy, and they will be treated as

Criminals. 

There will be no government, but there will still

Be the fine places for the politicians to rule from,

And they will still live in the finest homes, their

Children will not be hungry.  Yours will.  Our

Military will be those who guard the officials and

Keep in line the people; keep the peace so to speak.

The people will live on little as the government will

Take the largest portion of your hard earned money.

Your children will go hungry!

You will live in unawareness, you will believe that

The present is all there is, you will be passive in

All things.  Yet, there will still be those few who

Believe in what America once stood for, they will

Be the ones who continue to see it as a free nation.

They will fight to live in a nation that is for the

People, by the people.  These Fighters for freedom

Will never go away, you the Government will not

Sleep at night for you will be Afraid that the

 “Freedom Fighters” will come to Take back their

Country.

It is time that you, as adults stand up and fight for

Your children.  Leave them a government that is by the

People, and for the people.  You cannot bring back the

Books that have been band, you cannot bring back the

Statues, the many memorials torn down, you cannot

Bring back the land that has been desecrated.  But,

You can see that they have a government that will

Have the people In their sights when voting on issues

Of importance.

It is time to vote in decent human beings, those who

Truly believe in a free nation.  Let’s, start at home,

Bring into the lives of our children a freedom that they

Will pass down to their children.  It is not about us,

Those that will not be here to know that they are free.

It is about the children, those unborn that will inherited

This land called America.

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I have waited all of my life, where are you?…#341

I have waited all of my life, where are you?

I have watched many moons go by, seen the

Seasons change outside my window.  I have

seen the Tulips bloom in spring, the wild flowers

scatter themselves among the tall grasses and

the young bushes trying to live. 

I watched the sparkle of campfires and fireplaces,

watched my body go from firm youthful skin to

wrinkles that I do not recognize, still I wait for you. 

Time does exist, lingers in light, darkness, the glow

of a fire in fall, I picture the boats bringing you to

me from the other side of the world, from the island

that is yours alone, I wait for you.

Now, it is time for me to stop my watch and wait,

time for me to turn the page away from dreaming

to reality, you will not come and rescue me from

the life that I have lived.  I have stop searching the

horizon, do not look for me, for I shall already be

dead. 

The winds of time passes through life, my heart has

taken roots on many shores.  It was not destined

for me to have love, it is too late, I have no more

tomorrows.  I am the flower whose petals have

blown away in the winds of spring, but, I do hope

that I am remembered when the snow falls.       

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Love and Forgiveness…#340

Art by Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree

The hospital room has become a sanctuary of darkness and light.  My Angels are living here with me during every sleeping and waking moment.  Their love and kindness are teaching me patience; the pain cleans my soul showing me the way.

I do believe that their light shines upon me.  They also with the pills made available takes me from the darkness and pain, the pain is leaving me with a certain wisdom that I have never known before.  Maybe this road that I must now travel is a blessing in disguise.  Bone cancer, will do this to one!  One where I can see the truth and bring it to others in my writing.

If this newly found wisdom brings me closer to home, it will all be worth it.  My Dixie is another Angel in my life, so loving never meets a stranger, never mad always happy and she loves her mama.  When you are looking death in the face, you either embrace it or try to hide it.  I am trying to be open to this new chapter in my life and share it with all who will read my blog.  It is hard to explain how beautiful life can be if you remove yourself from toxic “things”.  Love and forgiveness is truly the right path to journey upon.  I will continue to write my fiction, to create my poetry and prose.  Please visit often.    EAJM

Broken Bones and Tainted Blood…#339

My screams are silent - 

Instant mad insanity -

Scattered - 

Crushed - 

 Tainted -  

Misery at it's worse,

mind open to emotional 

torture, screams wailing

bringing self, and  the mind 

to unthinkable thoughts.

Paranoid  scenes, unknown people.

Unknown, unbelievable actions.

Mind searched for a way out.

Fear begins within, and I am now 

a hostage in this place of misery?

A room with no way out?

My back is broken, a clean break,

that snapped like a  dry twig in

the fall.

Something grips my soul

The hospital bed is spinning

Covers flying in all directions

the cup of ice water finds my 

ridged face

Is death cold?

I hear trombones playing soulful 

music  in the distance,

Now it is all returning to my normal.

Have I hit my head once too often, 

have  I seen the scattering of blood

I questioned my misery, lying there 

on the cold damp tile,

Have I finally gone mad?

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