Sunday Scribblings: Power

Sober

It wasn't supposed to turn out like this.
Relationships are not supposed to hurt.
I invited you into my life to share,
not to destroy that for which I worked.

Insidious, you crept in and took over,
greedily changing each part
to fit your specific game plan.
You wrought havoc on my heart.

Too late, I noticed the changes
in the universe in which I dwell,
How you realigned the forces
To suit you, put me in hell.

Daily, daily I wonder
How many others have you marred?
Innocents looking for pleasure,
now buried in Heaven's backyard.

I've completely rehashed the events
that put you in my realm,
Just where did I misstep
to let you overwhelm?

How did control abandon
my carefully structured design?
Willpower nonexistent?
Priorities realigned?

You were an addictive property,
a fix, a hit, a need.
And still, I crave your taste,
on you I could still feed.

Every day I slip past your callings
is one day more that I can live.
That is my satisfaction,
a high you cannot give.

The fault is not a degree
assigned in precise size.
Hindsight is the leveler
it's the only time I'm wise.
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Sunday Scribblings: 9-23-07 My name is

A tickle
A touch
A whisper
I turned to see who
was speaking
and found no one there.

A tickle
A touch
A whisper

"Who teases my attention?
Who whispers in my ear?
Who touches me so soft?
Answer me."

I am the breath of the father,
The touch of the mother.
I am the accompianment
to life.
I sing through the leaves,
I draw in the sand,
I cool from the heat.
Sometimes, I am gentle,
You barely know I am about.
Other times, I am loud and grab your breath
and attention.
I ruffle feathers
Dry tears.
I am your lullabye."

And it left with...

A tickle
A touch
A whisper.
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Sunday Scribblings: 9-23-07 My name is...

In the golden closing light of the day, I asked the setting sun
Tell me what you are and who, before this day is done.
I never wear the same face twice,
and my colors often change.
Some times I am strong and vibrant
Sometimes I am weak and pale
I am ever changing day to day
and moment to moment.
Look at me now, then blink
and I am not the same sky you just saw
I play hide and seek with the clouds
I play tag with the horizon.
You will never forget the show I give you
As I usher in the night
I will show you hues never before seen
blended just enough to be different
The sunset you are seeing,
is not the one your friend is seeing
whether he stands next to you,
or is miles away.
Each sunset is a personal gift for you,
to give you comfort in the dark,
and hope for tomorrow.

As the last rays slipped away from me I heard the sunset sigh
and I look to see the stars were out, in the nighttime sky.
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