Category Archives: Contemplation

What Inspiration Gave Her

She spent so much time
Wasted on things that were never done..

A visitor came to seduce
One day.

His name was Inspiration.
He only stayed
A very short time.

The gift he brought would last

Her belly filled
For many months.

The day finally came
Bringing tears of joy.

She named her child

The child called her

To the rest of the world,
Who knew her,
They called her by her name.

Necessity was the mother
Of Invention.

Fools Gold

It doesn’t exist
No matter how hard it tries.
This emotion given a pedastal
It is NOTHING but a lie.

We can care for one another
Or maybe we don’t .
As long as it serves
Our selfish desires,
We will give it this name,
Until it expires.

Hate on the other hand,
Has forged its place.
Hate is tangible.
Sometimes managable,
Has purpose defined.

Hate doesn’t exist because of love.
Love was created to
Misguide hates fate.
To distract the inevidable
Reason at the gate.

Give me proof.
Evidence denied.
Noone has an ounce
Of love to respond.

Love called admiration,
Fascination and greed,
The reason for holding on
To the person they need.

One will give up their right
To free choice and their money.
To say that they have found
Love with their “honey”.

Creating families based on A Notion .

“Love” will prevent
Drowning in an ocean.
Protect us from being lost
Loneliness and pain.
None of these lies hold
Truth in it’s reigns.

When the world turns against you
Will true love protect?
Or simply reject you
Along with the rest.
It goes where the answers,
Are clearly obscured.

Love is greed wearing
A diguise Selfish and cunning
Will drag you along for the ride
If you’re willing.
Most of us are and it’s sad
To admit that this false ideal
Turns us all into nitwits.

Won’t matter if the vows
Spilled out before friends,
Claim undying devotion,
When deception steps in.

Love never existed
The love that was seen,
Was only truth caring,
Blinded by a smokescreen.

Love takes your time,
Stealing focus in your head.
Taking every precious
Moment of your life,
Until you’re dead.
Love is the greediest lie
Ever told through songs
Read in books, seen in movies.

It’s love we seek to know.
Friends and family who claim
To have found love deny
Honestly admitting
Loneliness and pain still abound.
Love is a vice enslaving the heart
Brainwashing the masses,
Stealing serenities soul.

Love doesn’t care about
Happiness or self worth.
All important love won’t
Give in to respect,
Most often brings doubt
Guilt and suspicion to the deck.

And you may not have noticed
How that last paragraph began..
Love doesn’t care,
Doesn’t care in the end.
How much time and energy you spend
Trying to be it’s friend.

Storm clouds with rainbow fringe

It was late that night.
The clap of thunder shook
The entire house.
Flashes of lightening made her think.
There’s a party somewhere.

Pulling herself up
Out of the bed,
Those slippers seem to travel
During the night while she sleeps.

Barefeet always stick
On hardwood floors.
She draws the curtains back,
Wrapping a blanket around her
Shoulders cold in the dark.

The black heavy clouds are split
Fingers of electricity reach
Down from the sky.
Tightening her grip
She pulls the blanket snuggly,
Curls up in an easy chair
To watch the sky ignight.
A dance to the beat,
Bass booming.

Nothing left

I’m so done
What more is there to write
What is left to try for
Who is there to give a damn.

In my life none of them cared.
None of them wanted me there.
No one had my back.
No one saw what was happening
Offered protection.

I was their joke.
The one used to step on,
For their gain not to help.
To see me lose again .
And again.

Now my last hope is dwindling
I have no ambition to succeed.,
Making it through was my goal
Now what.
Nothing left I’m lost

I don’t want to try anymore
What is left to try for
Who is left to care.
No one.

I Still don’t get why…

A voice disguised
To protect the snitch,
Much to recognizable
For my memories to ignore.

A series resembling too closely
The circle of friends
That walked me through

They were there for me,
Was it to disguise motives,,
I still don’t get why.

I guess that I’m lucky,
The places I’ve been.
The people escorting me
Through a decade long maze.

None less than shady,
Of criminal mind.
The life indangered
Thought certain to be mine.

Setting me up for crimes.
When lost and confused
Seeking answers never given.
My innocense amused.

So easily
I could have fallen prey
To the games that they play
Leading me astray.

So many years later
It’s all surfacing
Why wait until now
Who’s getting paid?


Here I lie unable to move.
Barely willing to press
These buttons to communicate.

My head keeps on spinning
While my back just aches
To lay flat please don’t
try to get up.

Responsibilities few
Still they need to get done,
Even the bed holds no comfort
For my conundrum.