I can see through that wall

I see you through the wall...that you have built, you think you can hide,that no one can see, what you're hiding from, don't be fooled. You are only hiding from yourself, you may think you're hiding from all of us. So, tear that wall down, watch it come tumbling down, don't be afraid, you are protected...from a more powerful source, than you and I. No more hiding, no more walls, no more being afraid, live and let be, things will happen...when they do, you will see. I can see through that wall, you can't hide, it is impossible to, so confide, in me, and if not me than Him. Tear that wall...down, watch it come smashing, crashing, the way you should be...coming through.

I am not afraid anymore

Always there by my side,
I know this,
For this, I am not afraid anymore,
haven't been for a very long time.
For I have many guides in front of me,
to show me the way.
I am not afraid to go on this journey alone,
if I have to...for I am not really alone.
I am not afraid to go the distance,
I am not afraid to let go anymore,
for I am not forgetting,
simply continuing foward on this journey.

The Mighty Dollar

The mighty dollar,
some have it, some do not,
there are some who have a ton,
then there are some who only have little.

The mighty dollar,
not very mighty at all,
doesn't go very far now-a-days.

The mighty dollar,
not everyone has a mighty dollar...
in thier pocket.

The mighty dollar,
a pretty scarce piece of paper...
for some.

The mighty dollar,
some have it,
some don't.

The Poet Goes to Sleep

here the poet sits, and waits and waits...for it, waiting for what, the poet asks, there is no response, therefore the poet sits, and waits a little longer. the poet writes a letter, signs it when finished, puts it in an envelope, seals it closed. the poet lays down on the bed to sleep, laying on the back, arms at the sides of the poet, looking so at peace while the poet is sleeping.

Feel Useful...

Productive day. Good day. Hope it lasts. Hopefully when I begin work and leads to full time I'll be ok. Because I need to keep busy, to have a job and make money And to feel useful.

It's My Turn...

I give up. I can't do it anymore, trying to please people if it's not something i want to do. If they cannot understand and just accept that I don't want to do something for the sake of not wanting to just because and that's it, nothing more or nothing less...then I guess it's good-bye. I just wish people would not read into things more than what it is, sometimes it's something just that simple, as I don't want to do anything or go anywhere. That I just want to have some ME time, then I don't know what to tell you. If it's selfish to have ME time, then I guess I am selfish, but hey all my life it's been about everybody else it is my turn now. Just can't deal with it anymore,I am done, emotionally all done. God please send me some more strength and courage to stand up for myself and not feel guilty about it.

the window

Staring out the window looking at the sky, its pinkish, red with a bit of blue and grey. The contrast of the colors are awesome. Drinking a beer, contemplating life's many different directions...decisions ...so many... That I want to do...