Friends
Friends do not let friends drive drunk. Let me add to this you also do not take someone's car keys from them and send them to walk home at 2 a.m. If someone is not safe to drive a car they are not safe to be walking home alone. They are vulnerable to strangers. ANyone can more easily grab them and do whatever they want to them. No if you allow someone to drink at your house, especially female you ask them to stay on the couch unless you call a cab or drive them home.
Sure taking the keys away, you are not responsible for that person then getting in a wreck. However you are responsible for the person consuming alcohol in your home. If that person is assaulted, raped or murdered on the way home-- you are to answer. If you do not bother to call to make certain they arrived home; if you can go to sleep given the above, you have no conscience.
I am not proud I drank too much. I am responsible for drinking. However I did learn how one person operates. She clued me in that perhaps she did not care if I made it home. And if I interrupted her "beauty" sleep getting my keys the next morning, I don't care. May she sleep well and be pissed off at me. I am not losing any sleep and I will not apologize.
like waters troubled continue
to be disturbed even after the dead are dropped
ununder the surface
so also I may shake even in the most secure arms
You may conclude reaching out therefore
you cannot reach me
but somewhere inside you do.
Months ago I ended years unable
to speak my truth
And to note feel pain
I stopped speaking.
Any silence does not mean I do not want to talk to you
I do, but for that moment I cannot.
With your patience I will and do.
Because someone hurt me for doing so
There are moments when I may not know
What to say to you.
Know it is not you but someone else
Who is now me...
there may be those who I once allowed
to reduce my spirit
to a safe corner of my body
And yet one thing I know is true
Even when I grow forgetful.
Now if I receive or even give
to another person
One word of affirmation or a gesture
for a brief moment
this action allows my spirit to extend
to my entire form, deep into the earth and the light
of the stars
a spirit
To see too we are
Every single one of us made up
of everyone and every thing.
Impose judgment and you are judged.
Harm another you believe is outside of you and
One day the numbness of distrations and escape arts
Wear off
And you feel the pain you inflict on another part
of yourself.
It is merely a choice not retribution
Any more than a light socket would
Seek revenge for reaching into it
With a painful shock.
This is a lesson on earth
that is part of being human.
So let us heal each other
What do you say...
Someone help me stop the "could have beens"
Could you help me create a present moment
Even just a hug or going through my hair.
ANd tell me "I am here now
the others are long gone
they will never hurt you anymore".
Most importantly "you are forgiven
And young and alive
This too shall pass".
The loss of a child is worse than any grief
for a parent.
What if the child is somewhere between life and death
Lost
Do they grieve the burden of a sick child.
My friend j told me that God has a purpose in my life
And that it will be proven I was lied to ever
Believe I am of no use
A waste of time.
Sometimes I have and do grieve
for being such a child
and for those who care
for me.
Moments of grace enter
As when my friend said what she did
Implying I am cared not just for as in work
But about
That in doing so I am enjoyed.
A chamelion allows me to see him.
On the path where I walk
When others pass by he moves just a bit.
I rest my eyes upon him softly
Vulnerable except in the ability
to be overlooked
because what is of larger form shares its color
and he takes shelter.
He hides
from everyone it seems but me
And I think toward it
with a tear in my eye
We are kin of a similar fear
I wish I could disappear
into something larger than me
that I too
would be overlooked
instead of standing out awkwardly
As I always do.
Because certain people notice in such a way
That they scare me too.
And I nod farewell
Pretending that the golden sunlight
Shares its glow
In the light around me
And I am safe.
if you design a doll
to represent me
and stick pins into
keep in mind
the power of three
and we are all one
Given this
although it can't touch me
Each pin you stick intended for me
is a hunting knife through you
I state only the law.
You can choose instead
to embrace the love and white light
That surrounds the real me
It would be around you as well
And anyone who sets the intention
to become a whole person
He assumes she know his silent brooding means
He is angry
Her fist hits the table
Opals, sapphires, diamonds, bloodstones flying everywhere
Looks at him collective and says calmly evenly
"I am not telepathic"
"So" she assesses "when the person I am grown into now
Sets a boundary. and I stand up for myself,
If it were in the shell of a person I once was
That would be being a bitch"...
And so she is invisible to everyone who loved that shell
Now she must find people who will love her.
The others worse than despised her calling it love
So she keeps telling herself...
Until she finds those who embrace her formless
Without prejudgment
Love unconditional.
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Just Two Lines that Break Down the Above
Sitting upright in bed she gets mad.
And every fucking star falls from the sky.
for someone who tried to be my mother when my own mother can't be there for me. I hope you are reading lady because I love you.
Sometimes I push people away it appears
But it is me pushing my own self away and in turn colliding
with anyone who might reach out
I do not want you to feel or see what I do
No. Trust me it hurts too much...
Something happened
I don't know when
for how could I not notice
That one day the music went away.
A profound absense strikes me.
Once a chord, a song matched with every point in time and space
Dovetailing...
I want to hear the music again.
Anything but the shrill silence.
But to one who tried to reach out
I don't know how to apologize
I got scared and ran like hell
Not from you, but from letting you hear
Any more of one story.
A wise woman tells me
I must have mercy on me first.
To get to that place of forgiveness and let other people go.
She claims each of us has a counterpart
Portion of the world to us
And that when we heal ourself
We heal all of us.
All are one.
So would it be wrong to ask someone else
to take me to the music.
Or am I alone.
No One Needs to Waste Away in the Land of Silence.
I can hear you. Give me time to find you.
If you read these words you will receive love and light today. It is because I weave these into each word with a copper cord. Copper is the metal of love, not gold or silver...
I make jewelry with a copper cord to remind me that no necklace is ever broken. Even when a string of beads and crystals breaks, scattering upon the floor it has not broken. I will take something stronger and put the pieces back together. And I have made something more beautiful and stronger than what I once wore. This is who I am and so are you.
Friends
I learned something today. I know and understand the quote that says "A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and when you forget that song they sing it back to you so you will remember".
you remember the song in my heart
the vibration that makes me not just live but thrive in sunshine
thank you for singing it back to me
Thank you for bringing me back into being.
I am a true friend as you and
i will always sing your song back to you
Or if I have no voice I record your song
And would play it.
When I was little I would ask, "Will you be my friend"
Now I ask "can I have your song and give you mine?"...