What the Dead Know
By
Serena Mossgraves
Regrets add weight
To the soul,
Leaving knowledge
Of what life has been
Stripped away
From all that was
Worthwhile.
Instead of fighting with
What the Dead know,
The living should be
Thinking about how
To live instead.
Lyrics –
I remember daddy’s hands folded silently in prayer
And reachin’ out to hold me, when I had a nightmare
You could read quite a story in the callous’ and lines
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind
I remember daddy’s hands how they held my mama tight
And patted my back for something done right
There are things that I’d forgotten that I loved about the man
But I’ll always remember the love in daddy’s hands
Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin’
Daddy’s hands were hard as steel when I’d done wrong
Daddy’s hands weren’t always gentle but I’ve come to understand
There was always love in daddy’s hands
I remember daddy’s hands workin’ ’til they bled
Sacrificed unselfishly just to keep us all fed
If I could do things over, I’d live my life again
And never take for granted the love in daddy’s hands
Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin’
Daddy’s hands were hard as steel when I’d done wrong
Daddy’s hands weren’t always gentle but I’ve come to understand
There was always love in daddy’s hands
Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin’
Daddy’s hands were hard as steel when I’d done wrong
Daddy’s hands weren’t always gentle but I’ve come to understand
There was always love in daddy’s hands
My 2 cents –
More family issues. I am still trying to deal with the fallout. Sometimes Knowing that someone loves you is not enough to allow them to mistreat you. I recently had to cut off other family because at 49 I am still struggling with that idea. I no longer have space for those who can not respect my boundaries… No matter who they are. It does make me sad though.
Caustic
By
Patricia Harris
The words that drip from your tongue
burn deeply into the soul,
Caustic like the acid,
Perhaps I am lost in a fog
of the brain melted by what you had to say…
I stand here broken,
wondering if I have made
many the wrong choice,
Walking through the acid rain…
for someone who will never see
the damage inflicted.
For the one who will always
cause me pain.
So , at this point I think I have switched Wednesday . I am doing Monday poetry for my poetry. I believe that I will be using Wednesday to post Serena teaser/poetry.
Book reviews will be when I have them to do.
Thursday will be generally a bit of a wtf is on my mind kinda day .
And I am always happy to entertain Ideas for other posts .
Hell
By
Serena Mossgraves
I read somewhere
That Hell was a place
Of fire and suffering,
I think not.
Hell is familiar,
That place you go
over and over again.
Hell is repetition,
and unending.
Hell is the moment
where the pain feels
the most like home.
Perhaps there might
be suffering,
but in the moment
would you see it so?
Or would you merely accept
that this is all you have
ever really known?
Lyrics –
I’ll follow you out of the dark
I tried it my way, but I keep falling apart
All that I see, is the wickedness around me
I refuse to believe, the apocalypse inside of me
I can’t even trust myself
I’m burning in my skin
Standing at the gates of hell, but nobody will let me in
I’ll follow you out of the dark
I tried it my way, but I keep falling apart
I’ll follow you, with all of my heart
I’m tired of my ways ’cause I keep falling, I’m falling apart
I stand here again
Forsaken in a place
That feels like I can never win
I’m reaching for a saving grace
I can’t even trust no one
I need to rise above
I don’t think I’m good enough
To feel your perfect love
I’ll follow you out of the dark
I tried it my way, but I keep falling apart
I’ll follow you, with all of my heart
I’m tired of my ways ’cause I keep falling, I’m falling apart
I’m falling, I’m falling apart
I’m falling, I’m falling apart
I’m falling apart
Your love’s a fire, it’s alive and I’m burning in it
I’m in the ashes of mercy; I’m covered in it
I fall hard and you carry me
I fall apart so you can set me free
Your love’s a fire, it’s alive and I’m burning in it
I’m in the ashes of mercy; I’m covered in it
I fall hard and you carry me
I fall apart so you can set me free
I’ll follow you out of the dark
I tried it my way, but I keep falling apart
I’ll follow you, with all of my heart
I’m tired of my ways ’cause I keep falling, I’m falling apart
I’m falling, I’m falling apart
Without you, I’m falling, I’m falling apart
I’m falling apart, I’m falling apart
My 2 cents –
My family is currently in the process of falling apart. I think it will be okay in the long term … but I’m here feeling torn. I want to follow my child and see what happens but I don’t want to move at the same time. I have some issues to deal with here once they have moved out…but I’m not going to be unable to be happy.
Singularity
By
Patricia Harris
Perhaps I am not the person
I thought I would be,
So like everyone else.
Perhaps I am but a
singularity,
a lost note
in a song sung
by the divine.
So I shared a gofundme…and I still recommend it. My youngest will use whatever donations to find themselves a home. My own safety is no longer an issue here. Theirs is not either, but They are no longer happy here. Which is fine.
Mental health issues erupted in my home, and when I pushed back they nearly blew the whole thing to Hell. That has been addressed. Appologies made and conversations had that needed to be. However, I am going to be making changes for my own happiness here. There will be a new studio for my crafts, and an office for my book work. This will take time. But I am willing to work towards it.
My kid and I are trying to get a safe place to live…. The place we have now is not safe anymore.
They started a gofund.me…
https://gofund.me/42494e75
Everything helps.
So many of those paying attention know that my kid is taking care of the Fae Corps Publishing blog and they are doing well with it.
However I miss doing the Sunday Suggestions over there. It was also the one day that they were struggling with. So I will be picking that back up.
It got me thinking. Is there anything you would like to see me do on my own blog? I don’t think I have ever asked for what you as my readers would like. And I am at the point where I probably should.
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