A quiet morning today

One that has opened up a path

The one inside her mind

A long forgotten image

Of 5 girls walking a mall

Happy, laughing-together

Dressed in tight blue jeans

Bright white sneakers

White blouses and bags

Typical teenage chatter

Growing in volume

As the window shopping continued

Sadly with time the 5 separated

Each growing a tail of sins

Especially against each other

The youngest-a poor student

Expelled from a public University

Later married as a necessity

The next one studied hard-very hard

A challenge along with some other hardships

Married finally but not a child to be seen

Middle girl was always a bully

Always had sticky fingers and thought she was cute

Her marriage has become a sham-no one speaks to her

Now you have the eldest of the group

Responsible for the rest

Shouldering responsibility not meant for her

Greed and arrogance guided three of the 5

The life lead was not what was taught

They turned on the eldest-hoping to destroy

In life there is payback-life does not forgive

The eldest defended herself but the taint

Of the others was difficult to remove

Now years later that taint is almost gone

It seems that tear made within her is almost healed

Or maybe it is the numbness that she feels

One tail after another

Bloating with poisonous ooze

Erasing the memory of long ago

 

MSM ©November 27, 2014

An Angel's Face

Her eyes look at me when she thinks I don’t see

The beams of hatred feel like shards of glass plunging into me

Her words cut my skin like tiny knives

She waits for my reaction; waiting to see me run

I have learned to bite my tongue; many times bleeding

The hurt inside is terrible; the years have done nothing to lessen

My protection has been the promise forced at a death

A death that should have released her but instead bound her

Her retaliation was then her words used against those I love

Forcing the abandonment she wants yet it only fueled that hate

She has put scars on my emotions; my psyche

I carry physical scars on my scalp and face-no one knows

Yet I can forgive and even forget

There are times where she is kind; I want to love her

Then she has to spoil it by saying

It’s her house and she hates me as she points to the door

MSM©Oct 2014

Knocking on Heaven’s Door

Knocking on Heaven’s Door            

Runny noses and tears on my face

Painful scratches from the cats

Falling due to my own clumsiness

Breathing in the smoggy air

Feeling the heat of the day

Wishing for the cold weather to start

The taste of food that is yummy

And that taste that is so foul your stomach rebels

The memories which linger longer than you like

Anticipating that first kiss

This was not what you thought it would be

Until years later when you meet the love of your life

The sound of that virile voice

Quickening my pulse

As touching brings me full circle

Bringing forth a new life

Getting fat and lumpy

Hearing those first wonderful sounds

It is the feeling of emotions

The daily wave of joy and sadness

The occasional anger which stays or leaves

The rush of emotions

As politics are discussed

Debates won and lost

Meeting different people

Adjusting to different mentalities

Enjoying the experience of new cultures

They say that heaven is perfect

No couples, partners or individual love

No human touches-no sex

That is not my idea of heaven

Why would I want to not feel anything again

That is called death

Heaven is here-right on my doorstep

It is here on earth

Where my humanity is

This is where I will stay

Until my time is up

Until my humanity dies

Do not bury me but allow me to fly

My ashes spreading across the land and sea

Now just let me fly

©MSM October 2014

FOG

This world has become one filled with pain

The light of a once happy life

Is now shrouded in fog

The sweet days of holidays are long past

They are in reality just memories

 Tainted by the forgetfulness of the human mind

How many times during the year

Have hurts and mean words been uttered?

Cutting the fragile psyche of men, women and children

There is no denying that there were good times

In fact some great times but they pale

In the remembrance of the terrible times

MSM ©November 2014