I see the faces daily, Of my fellow human beings, Some showing frustration, Sometimes betrayal, As the system that is, Supposed to guide them, Seems on the verge of collapsing, And no one seems to know the answer, To the growing malaise, Slowly taking over, Businesses collapsing, Companies going under, Unemployment line growing longer, Jobs decreasing, Crime increasing, It’s the signs of the time they say, It’s bad management they say, Whatever it is, No one seems to know the answer.
I saw her standing by the corner,
Like she did everyday,
A lonesome figure,
Seemingly frozen in the spot,
Her face wearing the same crooked,
Twisted smile.
She never moved, never spoke,
But today I was in for a big surprise,
As the figure slowly came to life,
She broke into a run,
And an eerie sound,
Which was in fact her laughter,
filled the air,
I watched her hurry up the street, Lost in a world completely her own,
Doing things that to her was the norm,
Not a care for the stares,
directed her way,
In her world of insanity,
She was completely at home.
I planted a seed of faith,
I molded it up with hope,
I showered it with love,
Then waited for it to grow,
It grew for a while,
But then it got scorched up by the sun,
I watered it with my tears,
Refusing to let it die,
I held on to my faith’,
I continued to hope,
It struggled for awhile,
Then slowly began to grow,
And then one morning,
I looked outside my bedroom window,
To find that it had bloomed,
And I felt a burst of joy,
As my eyes behold,
The most beautiful of flowers,
That I had ever seen.
Glimmers of white,
Spattered with,
Shades of pink,
A glint of steel,
Among hues of blue,
Shining armors,
Delicate seeds, Iridescent of times passed,
Times to come,
Complete with lacquered hazels,
Of the picture I often see,
In my mind’s eye.
There is no mountain too high,
That you can climb if you try,
There is no valley too wide,
That you can not cross if you try,
There is no obstacle too great,
That you can’t roll away,
No problem too big,
That you cannot solve,
For life is full of ups and downs,
And if you want to succeed,
You have to try.
I saw my friend today,
Her eyes two circles of purple,
Her cheeks were puffed and swollen,
And bore a mark which resembled,
An unfinished tattoo,
Her broken hand was held up,
By a string from her shoulder.
I felt the anger begin within me,
Rushing upward,
Like a raging inferno,
As I asked,
“Who did this to you?’’
But the anger receded,
To make room for pity,
As the swollen lips parted,
To reveal a loose tooth,
And she looked at me and said,
“Oh I fell!”
They say only fools fall in love,
But I dare to prove them wrong,
When a soldier goes off to war
There is no guarantee that the cause
He is fighting for,
There is a certainty he’ll will,
Or even make it back alive,
But he goes off anyway,
Does that make him a fool?
Because there is no guarantee you will win,
Does that mean you shouldn’t try?
Of course you might get hurt,
But there is also a chance,
That you can make it work,
How will you know the outcome,
If you are afraid to take the chance?
If you can decipher the puzzle,
Then it’s pretty plain to see,
Coward hearts don’t fall in love,
It’s the brave hearts that do.
It’s funny,
Yesterday I saw you lying there,
In a room that was empty and bare,
And a body in bed that was yours
minus the flesh,
The phone on the table beside you,
Seemed cold and frozen,
Not once did it ring,
And I understood why,
You were all alone,
The collection was gone.
Funny, who was it?
Do you really know?
Was it the Indian or the Chinese,
Or the pretty dark skinned girl,
Who smiled all the time?
Was it the blonde who you took home
last summer?
Or the Japanese one,
Who you introduced to your mother?
Was it Sandy or Lorraine or Gaye?
Or better yet, Cindy or Tammy or Kaye?
Pity, you collected more than ,
You ever bargained for,
You collected death.
“Was it really worth it,
the collection of your?”
I asked the question,
You were too weak to reply,
But in the pained filled eyes ,
That looked back at me,
I thought I saw the answer,
You had finally realized,
The horrible truth,
That too much pleasure brings pain,
And in your moment of pain,
The collection was gone.
As oft we moan and groan about our broken hearts,
Of the live we had and lost, of the one who was insincere,
And whose promises and words of love were false.
And there are those who have never loved,
Who have never known what it is like to have
a broken heart,
Some whose lips have never been kissed,
Who have never had arms to hold them tight,
Who have never felt the touch of a gentle caress,
Or experience the ecstasy of another body next to theirs,
The womb that never bore a child,
The breast that never suckled,
What is it like to go through life without once being touched?
Some wait and wait to find the perfect someone,
That never ever comes alone,
Wasted years, waiting for something that doesn’t exist,
Some wait for that perfect husband,
To give them that perfect child,
A glimpse of him eventually appears,
But alas! It is too late because the childbearing days,
are gone,
So there still remains that uneven equation,
And the feeling that something is missing.
We live in an imperfect world and there is no such thing,
As a perfect someone,
For those who have never loved,
There is no missing something you have never experienced,
And though it may seem safer,
Is it really happier not to love,
Than to love and have your heart broken?
Not necessarily, because there will be no good times
to remember,
No memories to cherish, no one to reminisce about,
No experience to guide you,
What is it like to have lived and never loved?
I could tell by the smile that was missing from your eyes
when you looked at me,
I could tell by the way you acted surprised,
when I entered the room,
I could tell from the way you hastily said,
“I’m busy today, could you come back tomorrow?”
I could tell you were cheating on me,
I had come by to surprise you,
but the surprise was on me.
I could tell from her face when she came out the shower,
that she was surprised to see me as much as I was surprised,
to see her,
We could tell from the look on your face that you knew,
you were screwed,
You were playing us two, but listen up player,
the joke is on you,
We had a little talk and guess what? both of us are
through with you.
Author Marva Seaton 
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