Lost and Found
As time passes by there are things that come in and out of our lives.
So let’s look to what it is.
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud
became more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
~ Anais Nin ~
As time passes by there are things that come in and out of our lives.
So let’s look to what it is.
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud
became more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
~ Anais Nin ~
Hello to JT awesomeness Blog post ta night .. Me workin on piece will be back in a few wit sum sum for here … Hugs :love: :love:
LOST
Lost yet found
Are waz it
Lost it first place
My youth just where
Did it go
Just yesterday
I waz but young and pretty
Remember every thing
Waz to remember
Now cant hardly
Remember me own name
Let a long
The next day
People say
I look younger
Than I seem
But
Grey hair
I do see every day
Leg gittin smaller the more I walk
As time passes by
I wonder what
Will tomorrow bring
Lost yet found
Sum times
Me think
I have lost me mind
Then it comes back to me
Oh I remember
That where I was
And what I waz doing
Ask me today
I know things well
Ask me later
Have ta sleep on it
Then come back
Oh yeah
That what it be
Lost and found waz it
And is it just time playin tricks on me
No I think not
It waz and
Is lost
Never to be found again
Written By: Bettie Davis ———————– © September 16 , 2o12
As two parts A & B 😆 Blog has my thinking going or it is that it is gone giggle
People come in and out of our lives
Yet,once heart is touched never gone
They are within for better, for worst
Then too material things come and go
For when times get hard we have to show ‘
Hoping one will buy and we will grow
Even when departing as in a divorce we have to give things up no longer ours to hold
Just like the marriage that went wrong becomes old
In a tight bud unable to blossom
Staying for the child when we realize later caused a dark cloud
For all the scars when the children hear the lightning coming from the room loud
Thinking they do not know they know more than you do as a child
As the pain became more painful unable to think of blooming
So, much has happened and taken life as the nutrients in the soil poor unable to plant anymore
Now, know should had blossom for it kept the little one from being able to blossom as well
When hurting , afraid not thinking straight making excuses
No excuse for and no future when you are not planting with a healthy soil for all to fully bloom
Thought-provoking blog and challenge. Always wonderful. Will ponder before I read any of the pieces posted and try to come back with something. Big Hugs and Love on this Sunday evening from Southern California. :love: :love: :love:
We Come Around
Lost and disconnected, life circled around.
In raw desire scant fulfillment was found.
To inappropriate ideals perhaps we were bound.
Day-to-day need drove us on shakier ground.
Before time destroys us, it mellows us some.
Through this stormy voyage we will bravely come.
And lucky survivors of this fated ride –
finding calmer legacy on the good other side.
It seems un-examination sums up florid youth.
A sudden awakening lets in partial truth.
Begins a life of sitting and analyzing as we go.
Maybe final wisdom is knowing that we don’t know.
We lucky survivors came through undestroyed,
in summation asserting this life was enjoyed.
Positioned in a world we made by need sound,
living with personal truths that we have found.
Tony
9/17/12
Re-posting…had a typo (‘sitting’ instead of ‘sifting’)which changed the meaning of the poem…
We Come Around
Lost and disconnected, life circled around.
In raw desire scant fulfillment was found.
To inappropriate ideals perhaps we were bound.
Day-to-day need drove us on shakier ground.
Before time destroys us, it mellows us some.
Through this stormy voyage we will bravely come.
And lucky survivors of this fated ride –
finding calmer legacy on the good other side.
It seems un-examination sums up florid youth.
A sudden awakening lets in partial truth.
Begins a life of sifting and analyzing as we go.
Maybe final wisdom is knowing that we don’t know.
We lucky survivors came through undestroyed,
in summation asserting this life was enjoyed.
Positioned in a world we made by need sound,
living with personal truths that we have found.
Tony
9/17/12
I’ve been lost so many times to only find a pinch of sun light.
I’ve been down so low only to find away to standing up right.
I have crawled, and clawed crying till morning light only to find clarity in the night.
I bleed tears only to find the fears.
I find the words to tell only to find my world as turned into a big deal.
I feel ill.
This cruel life is so real.
I fall a sleep just to find awakening seeds in my dreams.
In stead I hear my tormented screams.
In these slithering moments of time that matter I’m left here finding the past minutes of battered.
And my dreams become scattered.
My mind has a story of a life going so wrong.
I hear the beating of my lost soul in so many sad songs.
This life has been so maliciously long only to find out how my spirit hangs on.
The past , present and future seems like the same.
All going in circle going insane.
There is nothing to blame.
My life just is, broken hearted lame.
I hear the echoes in my head.
A girl of the walking dead.
A life I carry in dread.
There is no ending to this retched pain.
Just me and every minute of a past that remains.
The rain is here today in my heart.
I found the pain that tares me apart.
I’m left here wondering where I go from here.
I’m feeling all my fears.
And feeling all theses seeded tears.
I’m lost but found in this now.
Heaven only knows how my heart keeps beating and keeps repeating .
~The Wall~
Why let a wall down when all it do is getting hurt.I’ve been let down so many times.As I lay here fading my thoughts are invaded by memories of my past I feel the pressures of shame and rejection building as I sit here.I have no strength to go on fell like giving up it not worth it any more.When its all gone,do you scream.When the pains too much, do you cry.All these things I feel, but cannot let out.Why can’t I feel the pain any more. Now my soul pour out with sorrow.Now that I’m lonely again the only thing left to comfort me is my tourchered forgotten soul.No one simpathizes anymore. Greed and not looking in peoples souls to see what they really like. My love was pure and as sweet as the spices.
There been so much heartache in my life. People come mark your heart and leave. and you wonder who hurting who and no one understands the others heart ack one goes through when they come for awhile scares it then leave.No one knows what they see till there life come crumbling down.Life do go on but no one knows what it feels like till it happen to them.Do anyone really get to know someone.After you been betrayed so many times it’s hard to figure what you want or feel in your heart. I want you see and know the heartache of just one’s soul when love was ripped wright from there soul.And never want anyone go through this feeling in there life.So you build a wall and protect your heart and learn to deal with who ever comes in your life and make sure it don’t get your heart ripped wright from you…
STEP BY STEP FOUND
Layer by layer
and step by step
I’m peeling them away,
the walls I’ve constructed
around this heart of mine.
Layer by layer
I’m tossing them aside
and living within these moments,
treasured gems of time.
I’m leaving everything else behind,
that extra baggage
that weighs me down,
so many things
that simply cloud my view,
that keep me from enjoying
that view outside
and just beyond my door
that I’ve been too busy to open
to inhale the fresh air.
So I now take that step
into the freedom of life
once outside my view
and my reach,
a view I thought I’d lost,
but have found again
just beyond my door
as I once again
take that step
outside.
(c) barbara kausteklis 9-17-12