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Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Watch your mouth
Someone once said
that every word ever spoken
echos forever in eternity.
words have power
say them carefully.
sew08
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Crossroad
In the event of a crossroad
carry on.
The roads to the right and left
are merely the outskirts
of where you've been.
If you want to stray from
the beaten path
walk in the grass.
sew08
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
A letter to my father
Dear Dad,
I have forgiven you
for not knowing how to father
a child such as me.
I can forgive you
for not wanting to grandfather
children such as mine,
But I will never
understand it.
sew08
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Borrowed Doom
It's not so much
your black, jagged hair
that hides one eye
or the abrupt, dark lines around your
other eye.
It's not so much
the way you stand
with one toe in
or the way you crouch
sadly in the corner
or the studded belts
and layered shirts,
it's not so much the way you look
that worries me
I'm afraid that the darkness
you are playing with will
consume you
and become you.
Darken your hair and your eyes,
but leave a path that leads to
the light
so you can find your way
home.
sew08
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Today
These things that surround me are the accumulation of the thoughts I had. Now, I am sitting here thinking beautiful thoughts, imagining I am warm and the kids are happy. I am thinking that it is such a peaceful feeling to know the bills are paid, and how nice it is to have a caring landlord. I am thinking of the manuscripts I have completed and submitted, sealed with a kiss and a wish. I do not see the piles of misery or dark corners. I do not hear hostile words or whines that undulate in the stagnant air. I hear a symphony playing and angels singing. I know that soon, I will be sitting in the accumulation of these thoughts and I will go to sleep smiling.
sew08
Thursday, January 3, 2008
I am somewhere beautiful
My toes are not frozen
and the ice on the windows
is kind of pretty.
My cupboards won't be bare
if I fill them with books.
"No! We are not poor!"
I will tell the kids when they ask.
Money is just money,
but this
this is how good character is made
this how to learn patience
and priority.
I will not cry in the dim light
Crying won't change a thing
and my tears would freeze.
I am not suffering
I am somewhere beautiful.
sew07
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