The ‘Swing of the Pendulum’ Explained
A sample from Book 1
Featured HandContinue reading “‘Featured Hand’”
I see your smiling face
then your hand raises in anger
—the heart skipping beats
feeling the ring on my finger
an automatic gesture
you say one that is stupid
—the heart had fallen
crippled by arrows of cupid
the line you wouldn’t cross
there’s not really any harm
—the heart closes
nerves rising with alarm
Whatever You Do: Don’t Quit!
A sample from Book 5
The Depths of MeContinue reading “‘The Depths of Me’”
it's been many years
since God† put me here
from very young
my ears open to hear
from the depths within
a push
a shove
a demand
His† gentle, silent command
I always knew
like so very few
it's not me
but what I do
that is my truth
I always knew
until I finish
this is my sentence
write, write, write
My† child
through every second
through every mile
you can only stop for a while
but then smile
write, write, write
My† child
until you reach the clouds
my heart's been broken
it's just a token
He† wants me to feel
all that's real
my pride's been crushed
but to Him†
there's no rush
I have to plow on
even if all that I love
selfishly moves on
write, write, write
My† child
through every second
through every mile
you can only stop for a while
but then smile
write, write, write
My† child
until you reach the clouds
He† wants me to see
life's darkest reality
here He† planted His† seed
so I must feed
amazingly enough
no matter how tough
or how many tears I cry
it's still this pen and I
with a continued faith
in all He† has to say
write, write, write
My† child
through every second
through every mile
you can only stop for a while
but then smile
write, write, write
My† child
until you reach the clouds
why have you forsaken me
He† cried from the cross
when I feel alone and lost
He† shows me
His† love runs deep
for, I too, cry out
scream anger and shout
write, write, write
My† child
through every second
through every mile
you can only stop for a while
but then smile
write, write, write
My† child
until you reach the clouds
for others
I wish no hurt
even when
they drag me in the dirt
here...there's no whip
nor blood to squirt
just silence and evil words
leaving me out in the cold
with no arms to hold
each moment I'm weak
wanting to cry and cry
-just fall asleep
He† makes me see
this is not about me
write, write, write
My† child
through every second
through every mile
you can only stop for a while
but then smile
write, write, write
My† child
until you reach the clouds
He's† given me a gift
I can't ignore it
-it's not a selfish whim
I'm being true to Him†
I've been shown
I've always known
many will criticize
many will ignore
that I'm alive
even those who love me
will cease to be
will leave me
will deceive me
as the devil fights
tries to drown His† light
I must not bend
for the Lord† moves within
I must write 'til the end
write, write, write
My† child
through every second
through every mile
you can only stop for a while
but then smile
write, write, write
My† child
until you reach the clouds
Is Someone’s Crime Taking Away What You Stand For?
A sample from Book 10
Kicking through DoorsContinue reading “‘Kicking through Doors’”
fighting through nights
hated words
blank looks
cold tones-
it's a right
like a sworn-in knight
say it-
see what's in sight
bleeding words of hosea
a foreign arena
-a returned agenda
replayed cinema
-one certain agenda:
incorporation of rejection
ignoring revelations
already experienced
by nations
historical indications‒
God's† bold proclamations
man's once-again revoltation
keeping in the light
‒a constant fight
suffering through blight
experiencing God's† might
turning it around
‒say something sound
as in past stories found
leaves truth-
the drowning clown
like centuries before
keep kicking through doors
His† powers...the core
that's what truth's for
–leaving hatred
that embedded lore
in the constance
of sore
The Lie: How Far Would You Go?
A sample from Book 9
ChoicesContinue reading “‘Choices’”
what's with you
you evil whore
coming in my door
trying
to rattle my feathers
don't you know
you'll only be shattered
it's not even a bother
not even a matter
my Mighty Warrior†
awaits in amusing wonder
–ready to pound
His† rage in thunder
no, you silly, hopeless looter
it's no immediate tit-a-tater
His† time
mover in slow swinging of chimes
comes at you
in kind
allowing your laughter
pitter-patter
–friends in gather
while His† children
take on your karma
in prayer
becoming the fighter
He† watches them
in wonder
why, to them, you even matter
He† knows
His† heart fills with joy–
He's† their father
He† watches their struggle
how in tears
they fumble
how in their faith
they don't waver
how over you
they sit...pray...think over
He† let's this go on
for a while
proud...each...His† true child
their sighs, their fears
their doubts
–little by little
He† releases them
–pulls them out
favors them
with His† glory
for each person
you tried to use
to get through–
–instead
His† children came through
for Him†
in dirt
left you to waddle
in soft words
saying...fuck you
as His† children's hearts settle–
He† gathers His† armor
prepares for His† battle
there's no riddle
to what He's† capable
–He† never deviates
from principle–
what He's† always commanded
He† still demands
He's† forgiving
He† forewarns
His† unconditional love
brings no harm
–choices
man's very hand
His† prepared armor
isn't about you
you evil whore
He's† preparing to fight
your brought on strife
He† lowers His† head
a tear...streams down
rain, thunder rages
waiting
for the open heart
sincerity in ask
to begin His† task
watching strife consume
waiting, waiting, waiting
pounding His† heart
why is it so hard
placing down
truth's card
unconditional love
He† gives
choices we get
He† doesn't step in
'til open
true hearts begin
then...only then
He'll† fight–
slaughter that strife
brought on by you
you evil whore
–slam shut
your damn door
move your victim's path
into the light
where He† stays to fight
'til they win
–do their gift
coming from within
(March 2, 2019)—Submissive. I rejoined POF. I was on this site in 2012 and got off because it was foul. I paid this go around to see if anything’s better just for conversation. There’s some interesting folks.
I had an interesting conversation with a guy and the word submissive was brought into the conversation. I had seen this word on another guy’s profile…and it just blew my mind! They are demanding that a woman be submissive!
Continue reading “Are You Being Submissive Willingly?”How Narcissist Play Their Game
A sample from Book 9
(Written in 2016)—It’s the day of the Woman! This quote says it all right there. I write about abuse and the five stages of grief (the process of surviving through them by-way of my personal journey) and it’s ALL public. [It is in my books.] It would make sense that I’m a child of God. A stubborn one. My mama always said so, too. My daughter swears this, too. So, I am sweet. But being a survivor that I am, I’m also a raging warrior when I need to be. That’s what makes a strong woman strong.
I’ve stated that my writing was going to squash all them narcissist abusers out there. I wasn’t kidding. They can see their ways or not. Of course, none of them will because they believe they are perfect, they refuse to see how they treat people as wrong.
Continue reading “The Day of the Woman”Breaking That Anger Cycle!
A sample from Book 12
SuffocationContinue reading “‘Suffocation’”
this heart
renders a need
to hurt, to bleed
that moment
joy
wants to intercede
I halt its need
to proceed
happy's unending
perseverance
to feed
fear takes over me
stopping
pathways in receive
‒instill in me
to believe
every thought
in my mind–
it's always in conceive
the reaction of angry
it's heart-stealing deceive
as a child
is all I did see
I push hard
to the dream–
if I could just free me
–all that anger
I did see
a child
not long in maturity
lose myself
in its captivity
of what it means
to be me
Ways Codependents React to Narcissists After a Breakup
A sample from Book 9
AttritionContinue reading “‘Attrition’”
a stable life in good–
doing what you should
holding on tight–
what's under the hood
seasons change
all the same
knowing they would–
gripping firmly to strength
keeping sight
in positive's look
assuring self
you've done it right–
gave the love you could
then all stop–
a tied-up knot
the sudden chop
from what is
to the cold, calculated not
words thrown
you misunderstood
you...searching
for answers in known
looking back–
on grounds stood
phrases said–
bouncing in head
surely something mistook–
signs overlooked
you know what you felt
all the right moves dealt
–the magic read in clouds
stories in books
readings in prayer books
right there...underfoot
all the best
in adulthood
words clearly understood
but there...lacking input
missed lessons in hymn books
–deceptions little nook
misguided direction
landing
in betrayal's neighborhood
all the pieces
so well together...put
a bit in the odd–
the back-there look
a moved life
in sudden maidenhood
no written guidebook
teachings a foot–
these misguided ways
in falsehood
stripping moments of good–
losing self
in fancy-driven gook
scenes of hollywood
masterminds mastering weakness–
perils of womanhood–
–sly little crooks
robbing more livelihood–
what was already shook
tighter goes the knots
yet another sudden stop–
that letting-down drop
forcing
the non-welcomed re-surfacing
of anger's top
that place–
you thought chopped
lessons learned in crop–
that sudden stop
strengthens the lot
of hurt's already
worn-out blot
out goes buddhahood–
peaceful mind
turns to soot
promises of a finally found–
true
honesty in real's manhood
lost once again
in a dreamer
stuck in boyhood
all this defend
breaks self down–
losing the will it took
to again's stuck in pussyfoot
–for nothing more
than mere, stagnated driftwood–
too hard for firewood
too nimble-footed
too backwoods
to be anyone's
true knighthood
so you just dawn an old frock
cover all the clocks
mourn what's not
–lessons thrown to floors
then mopped
live a bit in shell-shock
then, again fight
return good
to its original spot
–add the lost
to false-love's overflowing
melting pot
–take a minute...sob
tie tighter the knot
listen to some hip-hop
suck on some lollipops
–try to forget
once more...robbed
trying to convince self–
heartbreak
not your mascot
but hope steps on in
forcing self
back into believe–
somewhere, out there
a heart's coming
your world to rock
without ever again
the sudden stop
from what is
to what's not–
love in flop
I Am Woman. Hear Me Roar. That’s the yell I screamed in my writing since the beginning. It doesn’t surprise me that I have made it my motto. If you don’t speak up, the train of life will just run right over you…leaving you dumb-found and drowning in a sea of tears. Speak up! Don’t bury yourself in silence. It will only age you and sink you into a bottomless pit. Say what’s on your mind. Speak the truth even while you are shaking. Enjoy the quotes here and the artwork. Love the skin you’re in!
Continue Reading…and Moving On To ‘Normal’
A sample from Book 12
That is the question that I had to end this book with. Going through the trials in life are hard. This year I had to face my mother’s death and the destruction of my three-year relationship, as well fight more health issues while being 1600 miles from all my family.
Codependency had still a hard grip on me, but the anxiety that I had fought through was just about gone. I would have to go through a forced intervention to figure out what the true medicine for codependency and all those negative thoughts were.
Continue reading “Breaking Your Codependency….”
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