hey we had fun
humble spaces
lavish places
but awful, was nebraska — as bad medicine
Oh, the rush and push from heav’n to Hell
along the way, the in-between
where love was a yes and and a No
let’s close our eyes and sleep, my friend
then, wake and give this a go, again
Your brightest hours yet
My soul the GeneralIn hope, or pain
Or hope-filled pain
Or hope that the pain will go to hell
We walk forward
I did not survive
To say I did not survive
Yes, I did survive
He doesn’t run
From
The Sun
Or the Father or Daughter
Mother or Wife
Or Himself
He runs
To
Them
As if he’s on fire
And in need
Of their sweet, sweet rain
Should I be writing
The times I’m angry and lost
Readers deserve joy
Do speak albeit
From a position of pain
Compelled to not quit
I thought I’d progressed
But I’m back at the start point
Mired in pain again
FORGIVE its proper
Silence your pity party
You’re in pain so what
Ev’ry day I pray
Please God help me to forgive
Why’s He saying Shhhhhh
This daily cower
To the bully at the door
Must happen no more
Congratulations
Though I fear you I won’t cry
Business is business
Your barbs unending
Relativity is gone
Anyone dissent
Antagonism
Why do you sit on that perch
Gives me a headache
Negative thinkers
Will call themselves realists
Seems like a cop-out
Chased after your heart
Twenty years to no avail
That was so not fun
Wanting approval
Judgement indifference stings
Take back the vows please
To lose a great love
For hoarding your acceptance
Seems tragic to me
Compliments were due
On such niceties as this
Hearts may rise or fall
I so disagree
That I’ve deserved such disdain
But you did your worst
The reason I cheer
Your years of bad behavior
Affect me no more
I do forgive you
How sad your uncontrite heart
Forfeited you mine
I step forward here
Despite that you’re not sorry
And that you blame me
Joylessness goodbye
You had your 15 minutes
So linger no more
My daddy said,
“Girl, you’ll catch more flies with sugar than vinegar.”
I took it as gold.
Here I am pushin’ fifty and it’s only now I see.
Flies? My sugar? Hell no.
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