All The Things I’m Not

I guess I need to be more of all the things I’m not

Like bold as brass or sharp as a tack

More unforgiving and harsh

Uncaring and mean as heck

Maybe I need to cuss and call people names

Or even write them off as not worth my time

Do I make fun of some poor soul or

Ignore them completely?

What am I to do if I can’t be who I am?

I love deeply each and everyone of you

So whether you like me the way I am or

Make fun of me because I’m not you

Doesn’t matter one little bit

I will always try to be kind

Even if I don’t make up my mind

As some have gave me smack about lol

I will try to help as much as I can whenever I can

I will love you until my last breath and beyond

So bear with me and maybe I’ll finally get it right.

Stones of Emptiness

‘Stones of emptiness’ that we can’t see, taste, or touch

Drag down our eternal souls that hinder our walk so much

One is called ‘gossip’ and ‘that’ we always want to hear

Another is ‘hate’ with it’s cruelty and it’s twin brother ‘fear’

‘Shame’ is another stone we carry in our bag full of woe

Then there is ‘jealousy’ and ‘envy’ that put on their show

Each has it’s own tormenting voice of ‘bitterness’ and ‘wrath’

‘Rage’ is another burden carried down this well worn path

‘Prejudice’ and ‘bigotry’ get tossed into this mix called life

‘Guilt’ travels along with the stones of ‘blame’ and ‘strife’

Then ‘condemnation’ and ‘regret’ come along for the ride

Cozying up to ‘ignorance’, ‘ungodliness’, and ‘mortal pride’

These are just some of the ’empty stones’ we tote around

Allowing them to grieve our spirits and slow us down

We must cast off these useless ‘stones of emptiness’

And allow God to throw these sins into His ‘sea of forgiveness’

Let go of each and everyone along with their awful pain

And try to never, never, never to pick them up again.

Bits and Pieces

When time pulls me one way

And life pulls me another

I reach for the bits and pieces

Flying by to make me whole again

Yet so many unknowns steal them

No framework or netting to catch on to

Dreams and wannabes duck and dodge each other

Like magnets pushing each other away

From completing the future plans

Yet still hoping to no avail

I wander in this fog of regret

And what was supposed to be

Never settling for less but not getting the more either

My heart is like a patchwork of broken momemts

Tied together with frayed ribbons

Of old bittersweet memories

Always lost in the waves of not now

Watching the swirling of forever

Mixing every thought with the tears

Of someone else’s life

The bits may never find all the pieces

That would form the ending that is needed

To fulfill the desires of this old lady’s heart.

 

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