Sirens lullaby
By
Serena Mossgraves
Blood in the street,
youth for the reaper to greet.
regrets pour from the end
of the gun like just another rainstorm .
Perhaps the community is so used
to playing the game,
oh well that's just fireworks again...
and the reaper's approach
will go unnoticed.
Or the sirens will be the lullaby
the infants remember
because of how oft they have
heard them .
Lyrics –
But I’ve had one too many cigarettes burning up my lungs
Had the taste of one too many lips hanging of my tongue, oh, oh
Sunday morning getting high, drinking here alone
Thinking up a brand new alibi for not coming home, oh, oh
And I’m sorry I lie so much
I’m not a saint, but I could be if I tried
Lord knows I’ve got habits to break
I’m really good at being good at goodbyes
I’m gonna give you fair warning that I
I’m not a saint, but I could be if I tried
Lord knows I don’t learn from mistakes
And I’m not here unless I’m here by your side
I’m not a saint, but I could be if I
Sover up and settle down, give a little talk
‘Bout how I can’t keep from runnin’ ’round
Say it’s such a fault, oh, oh
And I’m sorry I lie so much
I’m not a saint, but I could be if I tried
Lord knows I’ve got habits to break
I’m really good at being good at goodbyes
I’m gonna give you fair warning that I
I’m not a saint, but I could be if I tried
Lord knows I don’t learn from mistakes
And I’m not here unless I’m here by your side
I’m not a saint, but I could be if I tried
Oh woah, oh woah, oh
Oh woah, oh woah, oh
Oh woah, oh woah, oh
I’m gonna give you fair warning that I
Will be the reason for the tears in your eyes
I’m not a saint, but I could be if I tried
Lord knows I’ve got habits to break
I’m really good at being good at goodbyes
I’m gonna give you fair warning that I
I’m not a saint, but I could be if I tried
Lord knows I don’t learn from mistakes
And I’m not here unless I’m here by your side
I’m gonna give you fair warning that I
Oh woah, oh woah, oh
Oh woah, oh woah, oh
Oh woah, oh woah, oh
I’m not a saint, but I could be if I tried
My 2 cents –
Things are starting to calm down a wee bit. I am starting to get back to working on my own personal self and the stuff I need to do. I’m looking forward to planning for the next step .
Welcome Back
By
Patricia Harris
The door was closed
So long ago on who
We were, forgotten children
Pretending to be human
In the world turning us into
Monsters.
Taking away the idea
That were allowed to
Play, allowed to be
Happy…
Welcome back
To the forgotten places
Where childhood stows.
So, I have said that my family is falling apart.
In some ways it has been doing that for a while now. My Boyfriend and my youngest child have finally decided that they cannot stand each other. Father and child have reached the point where the child has grown and has been for a few years but the father could not see it. There are other factors…but this is the gist of my current situation.
The child called my parents to generally see about getting advice/help. And left out context. So my parents were worried. My father decided that he needed to scream at me. So I am stepping back from contact there.
My eldest is having family issues of his own. Nothing that I can help with, Though I ache for the pain he is feeling.
So, I am struggling with the ties that family bring. I am about to have an empty nest as my youngest child is looking at moving out. Which is not a bad thing for them, but I will miss seeing them most days. While they do not get along with their father, We are close.
I don’t know how the next few months are going to be for me mentally. I am trying to look at the brighter side of this.
My studio will be moved inside to my child’s former room. This means I will have electricity in my studio. (The current one does not have electric, which means I am limited on the time I can be in it.)
My Boyfriend’s room will be moved downstairs. That means My bedroom can be moved into his current room. My current bedroom will be turned into a full office space for me. Allowing me to have more space. The Bathroom upstairs is in his room. So I will have an easier access to the bathroom in the middle of the night.
I will be able to have time with my child without the normal irritation that comes from the interaction they have with their father. I am just going to have to drive to them. Perhaps that is going to be a minor vacation once a month. I am planning to spend the weekend once a month at their house…so I may end up having a late blog one week out of the month. Though I don’t Know. If I can gather a laptop that might not be a thing.
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.
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