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‘Brave Hearts’

Before You Give Up On Yourself, Try Practicing Compassion!

A sample from Book 8

 Brave Hearts
 (Sweet Man)
  
 compassion takes patience‒ 
a digging in
 ‒bracing-the-heart kind of thing
  
 it's taking all we know
 all our experiences‒ 
good and bad
 tossing them out the window
stepping up
 ‒with another
filling our cup
 without needing to know
what's up
  
 it's holding on
through bumpy rides
 sitting next to another
letting them cry
  
 it's running out in a street
 to someone you instantly meet
 offering a hand
 ‒doing what you can
 without needing a return
 without thinking you'll be burned
  
 it's meeting anger straight on
 ‒not moving along
but hitting its head
 with praising words said
 instead of seeing all wrong
 living life selfishly
on our own
  
 it's restraining ones self
 ‒eager to help
 instead of putting those in need
 on forgotten, dusty shelves
 watching them fall apart...bleed
  
 it's opening our heart‒
 trusting in faith
 instead of just wanting
to feel safe
  
 it's forgiveness and hope‒
 with our warrior ways
away...we chase hate
 in another's eyes
sadness replaced
 with just our smile
 showing a will to walk along
 no matter the struggle
no matter the miles
  
 it's bringing joy
to another's face
 instead of disappearing
without a trace
  
 compassion is pure heart
God's† way‒
 ‒showing the hard
the light
 of a million stars
  
 He† passes it to each of us
 free will
a choice
 love or hate, run or face
fight or lose
 ‒to be silent
or our voice‒ 
freely use
  
 it's easy to walk away
 to say
farewell...good day
 lose ourselves
in our self-made cave
 ‒our forbidden world of safe
  
 it's hard to stay‒ 
hang to faith
 forget the comfort zone
 ‒through adversities
use pure heart to sway
 lift our heads
pray‒
 give it to God†
let Him† light the way
  
 compassion...our gift
to share‒ 
not to spare
 ‒to show we truly care
 in happiness, in despair
here, there, everywhere
  
 it's not a switch
to turn off‒
 when we deem fit
to put individual needs
 in moments
when well doesn't fit
  
 it's a constant wave of heart‒
 for it to spread
 we must honor
words we said
  
 we must release anger...hate
 release places of safe
 help‒ 
those lost from self
 ‒open our hearts
let it be felt
  
 pay it forward‒
  
 then in each
God's† reward
unconditional love
 ‒experienced here on earth
our awakened dreams
 plus a full, peaceful cup‒
 a beautiful seeing of life
 where only glows
God's† pure light
 without even
having to fight

‘Wasted Not’

That Pain Is Not Wasted!

A sample from Book 8

 Wasted Not
  
 you look at me
what do you see‒
 an empty hole
 or pieces
put back to whole
  
 you hear my voice
what's your choice‒
 to fold
let truth unfold
 or close
grow lower and cold
  
 here's what I see
 when I look back at me:
  
 a woman lived
gave all she could give
 then betrayed
 left to be reborn
on an empty tray
  
 when I hear my voice
 ‒read my words
only truth heard
 shaking within
 ‒forsaken
for granted...taken
  
 all that I've done
all that I've become
 grew from life lived
 around lies
I survived
 around hate
I lived another day
  
 I have made mistakes
I've learned
 no longer living fake
 as the world turns
as time ticks on‒
 leaving me alone
 no longer burns
for life I yearn‒
 no longer anger's will
I'm concerned
  
 I am wasted not
for my trust in God†
 untied all the knots
 ready
shaking
nerves quaking
 to give a new year
all I've got
  
 look at me
hear me
  
 turn your head
for I am not dead
  
 alive
  
 with or without you
 I'm living this one life‒
 shadowing all fears‒
my own way
 without one word
for you to say
 halt...stay
too late
you've paved my way
  
 yes, shaking
but open and ready
 for a brand new day

‘Hype Me Up’

We Women Just Want to be Hyped Up!

A sample from Book 7

  Hype Me Up!
  
 take me out of myself
 ‒off this shelf
  
 teach me to laugh‒
 spread my cheeks
show my teeth
  
 help me burst through
 show me happy's view
 that's all
I'm asking of you
  
 open these doors
lift me off the floor
 give me off-the-wall reasons
 ‒smiling without ending seasons
  
 I just need a little help
 to be more than myself
  
 show me what life is like
 without all the hype
  
 give me a chance
to really know
 how it feels
to dance
  
 take me as I am
be my teacher
 not some
manipulative preacher
  
 let me be
your choice
 without a need
to calm my voice
  
 yes, take me out of myself
 ‒off this shelf
 put me back into life
reopen my eyes
  
 let me giggle
let me wiggle
  
 teach me to run
 show me
what it's like
 to again have fun
  
 be my guide
let me ask my whys
 take me out of this shy
  
 teach me to trust
 let me have my lust
 let me throw things, fuss
  
 teach me we are enough
 ‒hype me up
with unconditional love
  
 show me
even when I fall
 ‒through it all
 I'm still your number one
 my I am
is all I need to be
 ‒all you want to see

‘Without Burying in Holes’

You Be You. Let Me Be Me. While We Leave the Past Behind!

A sample from Book 6

 Without Burying in Holes
  (Sweet Man)
  
 love outweighs libido
 it offers room to grow
 in each other an outflow
  
 keeping
separate-together scenario
 each doesn't forgo
their individual echo
 maintaining meaningful amigos
  
 never each other to outgrow
 encouraging each's ego
 −a constant expanding
each's manifesto
 −see how high
they each can go
 without one thing to owe
 except coffee together
on a patio
  
 having sincere trust
whatever way they row
 enjoying the rainbow
kisses under a mistletoe
 without doubting shadows
  
 mutual integrity
each to show
 understanding
each other's lingo
 without a need
for macho
  
 love is willingness
to lose control
 −pride swallowed
letting it all go
 opening the peephole
total envelope
 letting every secret flow
 exploring every shadow
of each's very soul
  
 keeping it real
with or without clothes
 living life with gusto
  
 throwing away
the microscope
 love allows feelings to roll
 in and out−
allowing each to stroll
 without digging holes
  
 love's traveling different roads
 enjoying solo
 without worry
of an undertow
  
 it's knowing
when to let go
 without losing self-worth
 apart...even though
 wanting the best
keeping each other whole
  
 love's a friendship stroll
 hands to hold
   without burying in holes

‘Dying House’ and ‘Our Last Goodbye’

That Place You Have To Leave!

A sample from Book 6

 Dying House
  
 I've watched you grow
 together—
I thought we'd grow old
 but our lives
have been sold
 our hearts broke
 our insides
have turned cold
  
 your beauty
 you're no longer
wanting to hold
  
 I must go
 it's getting harder
to cope
 watching you
slowly corrode
 piece by piece
you're starting to fold
 this
a heavy load
watching
you turn
from a gentle host
to a heartless ghost
  
 no more
are you
my threshold
  
 soon it'll all explode
  
 for the last time
 behind me
your doors
I'll close
 with only memories
to be told

 Our Last Goodbye
  
 I'm shaking inside
 oh! what a ride
 between
your heart and mine
  
 you were built
with love
 we fit
like hand and glove
  
 my hands now tremble
 closer and closer
draws the time
 when we'll say
our last goodbye
  
 through blurry eyes
I walk your rooms
 my heels slowly glide
 almost— 
an unsteady slide
 touching your skin
 —this rushing, emotional tide
  
 many memories collide
 you witnessed
my every side
  
 within your walls
I stood tall
 you saw me
humble with pride
 then you watched
me fall
 —victim to a loving homicide
 revenge's careful suicide
  
 to you
I can't lie
 in you
I do confide
 within your bones
my will thrived
 my imagination
easily came alive
  
 you were once
a dream
 in my mind
you were my every inspire
 it was a thrill
watching you rise
  
 you caressed my children
 as they grew high
 you heard me answer
their every why
 you saw me hug them
 through their every sigh
 then
you watched them fly
  
 you saw every transpire
 you heard me laugh
watched me cry
 you saw love rise
then watched it die
 without answers to why
without even a try
  
 you saw me
struggle for breath
 you saw me strive
to survive
then revive
  
 reasons to why
 our love affair's denied
 mystifies
my deepest I
  
 this emptiness— 
hard to describe
 it's all been crucified
 —slick and sly
  
 we're now down
to our last lullaby
 our together forever— 
nullified
 that final day
will soon arrive
 when behind me
I'll close your door
 say
our last goodbye

‘Codependent’

The Codependent: Make Yourself Happy First!

A sample from Book 6

 Codependent
  
 I've tried to help
 in ways
that didn't help
  
 I've said yes
then no
to my self
  
 I've avoided
hurting others
 only to hurt myself
  
 to trust my own feelings
 I've been afraid
  
 I've believed lies
 then betrayed-
I often felt
  
 I wanted to get even
punish others
 for putting me
on a shelf
  
 I often
became smothered
 in anger and hate
 -wanting to kill
not feeling safe
  
 I've fought
for others' rights
 when they didn't know
how the law swayed
 only to be left
alone
 like an abandoned stray
  
 I've often settled
for others' worth
 -left my own
to grow another day
  
 I became
the reaction
 to others' anger and hate
 instead of listening to self
 walking my own way
  
 I became
less of me
 for others
to be set free
  
 I've lost myself
to dependency
 on how others felt
 without seeing
my own need
 to be free
   to be just me

‘A Rose When It Blooms’

A Woman Becomes Awesome After the ‘Hard’!

A sample from Book 6

 A Rose When It Blooms
  
 it's easy to pass it by
 if you don't have a good eye
 it's easy to deny
 ―be easily satisfied
by its humble life
  
 it's easy to say goodbye
 if you don't understand― 
its true vibe
 instead of just
its surface shy
  
 it's hard to describe
 what comes from deep inside
 watching a rose come alive
 ―shine in the light
 spread its wings and divide
  
 it's hard to simplify
its gentle lullaby
 ―its pure divine
 without trying to deprive
its exotic fire
 it's hard to amplify
 what its many colors
signify
 or how it mystifies
emotions and desires
 it's hard to transcribe
without trying to terrify
 or leaving questions of why
 ―I'm willing to try
  
 when a rose awakes and divides
emotions thrive
 its very beauty signifies
its power from God†
 ―adding harmony to lives
 making a grown man cry
 leaving the most vocal soul
tongue-tied
  
 once awoken― 
a rose transpires
 all of its drive
all of its pride
 to its newly created empire
 it doesn't try to bribe
 with all its energy it dives
 overriding its individual side
 transforming its tide
refusing to deprive
 so that its vibrance can thrive
  
 with its own awakening desires
  it doesn't place a price
 or intend to bring strife
 it doesn't even think twice
 or wonder if it's right
 it doesn't need or try to justify
 ―connive or lie
 it just breathes life
 ―a humbling sacrifice
 byway of God's† pure light
  
 yes, it's easy to pass by
 if you don't have a good eye
 it's easy to deny
 the beauty of a rose
 ―opening and coming alive

‘Basic Need’

You Have the Need: So Fucking Roar!

A sample from Book 1.

 Basic Need
  
 we hide our self
 behind
walls we built
  
 not being good enough
truly felt
 being afraid
fear tightens our belt
  
 past haunts‒ 
needing to prove oneself
 strengthens
our woven quilt
 submersed
in unforgiving guilt
  
 worries
attack our health
 negative thoughts
 keeping away life's wealth
  
 once you've knelt
 stop hiding
beneath the buried shelf
  
 the past
takes care of itself
 no longer
feeling like an elf
  
 pain
will suddenly melt
 you'll be happy
with yourself

‘Jealousy’s Observation’

Is Jealousy Controlling You?

 Jealousy's Observation
  
 it grips you down
to your very soul
 ‒this thing called jealousy
 it shows you
what's in fantasy
 leaving you
bitter and cold
  
 its words and suggestions
carelessly sold
 ripping the heart apart‒
all its solidity and tranquility
 leaving you‒
feeling stripped and clammy
 digging in deep
‒a body in hold
  
 its lasting contribution
its actions in bold
 making you do things‒
out of your personality
 testing
every bit of your sanity
 ‒evil's little
thought-provoking troll
  
 it destroys everything‒
in the know
 leaving in its wake‒
anger and atrocity
 leaving the heart weakened‒
 as evil encages
its vulnerability
 ‒awakening everything
in corrode

‘Yelled Sarcasm’

5 Ways to Heal ‘Self’ from Abuse and Trauma

 Yelled Sarcasm
  
 speaking out of turn
 oh! how this heart burns
  
 this once gentle character
stripped
 each time a tone of voice
tips
  
 gone the plow
that once endured
 for this ache!
there is no cure
  
 once betrayed
bitterness lays
 honesty...only the heart craves
  
 that forever solid pace
yearned
 ‒left with only discern
  
 out the heart‒
emotions...flipped
 drops of dimes‒
where truth is clipped
  
 all smells like week-old manure
 ‒nothing left that's pure
  
 seconds, minutes, hours‒
turn to days
 as what was‒
gets lost in a bitter haze

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‘Brave Hearts’

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‘Wasted Not’

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‘Hype Me Up’

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‘Without Burying in Holes’

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‘Dying House’ and ‘Our Last Goodbye’

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‘Codependent’

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‘A Rose When It Blooms’

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‘Basic Need’

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‘Jealousy’s Observation’

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‘Yelled Sarcasm’

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