[Poem] E. Bass (Oct. 2012)

I surrender to myself:

Temptation.
Deception.
Lies.

The filth that comes out of my mouth,
the lies!

I fail for all the times I should of, could have said, "No!"


I failed at life again.

Its temptations a life's lesson for me; self taught.

But I revel in now!

I try to say no more...

but how is it that I still go?

The heart of the beast, it yells for more!


...it asks for the tenderness of your kiss, the song on your lips 

& the strum of your instrument. 

Had I locked the door, 

so long ago, 

it would never be. 

Hadn't I locked the door, 

Who'd I'd be?

Ghetto wishes & cosmic dust [poem]

 

How can we thrive in the destruction of the chaos?

We become exposed; explode.

 Innocence taken away,

turned to anguish bursting to expose!

Expose the hate felt deep inside for the loss of a loved one for something they can’t control.

Lucky the ones that turn that pain into forgiveness and a passion for change.

 

If we could go back to the time of zero.

And Love each other for what makes us, us.

Devine beings.

Cosmic Dust. 

Helder & Co. (4/1/10 3:31pm (edit:5/15/21))

The time and place of all is never what we think.

We look to space.
We transform Earth.
We destroy the human race.

At times, I too think, things are not as they were told.

I listen to the sound from the news.
I try to not take it all in.
Not to cry.

But

Why is it that a kid can be killed and there's no crime?
The death of people in certain circumstances crush my spirit.

Why are we all here, if not to save those who die...
I believe. 

But

Is faith what we have coming; to those who choose to hurt you?

Is this what life is supposed to be like?

Some walk with faith, some choose another path, still they die, and flowers are left to pass.
Others are never found, or found too late, do you listen to the sounds that their crying makes?

I think you do, but there's so much to get done, only superheroes could be the one.

Is that why we make up stories?
To pretend that we can?
To combat... the heartache...

Tomorrow is another day.
The truth might be uncovered.
Or the truth might be revealed as we look to the sky.
...Could it be...I just can't make it?

Is it that I am weak?

I smile at love...it brings me back.
If only there was more of it...
If only they'd come back.

Poem - Loving Someone Like You - 4/24/2013

Loving Someone Like You

Loving someone like you,

like you.

Attaining the emotions to encompass us, 

in my heart, 

my thoughts, 

my veins.


Letting go of sides,

in order to trust.


How often do we understand what we have lost,
  
                to begin to handle what we had attained?


Love lost,

love won,

Love lost again.


The cycle, ongoing, unyielding... 

until i get it.


It was never what you had, but shouldn't,

It was never what you wanted so bad and had. 

 

It was always in a home full of love,

it was inside the heart that beats so furiously for us.


Never take it back, never make it undone.

Kiss From a Rose - Seal

I love Seals, Kiss From a Rose. By chance I heard it again a few weeks ago and have been obsessing since. This is my love of the song <3

 

Please:

Press Play and read the lyrics...(YouTube Video should play without leaving this page)

Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya

Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya

Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya

Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya

There used to be a graying tower alone on a sea,

You became the light on the dark side of me.

Love remained a drug that’s the high and not the pill.

But did you know, that when it snows, my eyes become large,

and the light that you shine can be seen?

 

Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.

Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah.

And now that your rose is in bloom, a light hits the gloom on the grey

 

Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya

Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya

There is so much a man can tell you, so much he can say.

You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain.

Baby, to me you’re like a growing addiction that I can’t deny.

Wont you tell me, is that healthy baby?

But did you know that when it snows, my eyes become large,

 and the light that you shine can be seen.

Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.

Ooh, the more I get of you the stranger it feels, yeah.

Now that your rose is in bloom,

A light hits the gloom on the grey.

~

~

I’ve been kissed by a rose on the gray.

I’ve been kissed by a rose on the gray.

I’ve been kissed by a rose on the grey.

And if I should fall, will it all go away?

I’ve been kissed by a rose on the grey 

There is so much a man can tell you, so much he can say.

You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain.

~

~

To me you’re like a growing addiction that I can’t deny.

Now, won’t you tell me, is that healthy baby?

But did you know that when it snows,

My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen?

       

Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.

Ooh, the more I get of you the stranger it feels, yeah.

Now that your rose is in bloom, a light hits the gloom on the grey.

Yes, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.

Ooh, the more I get of you the stranger it feels, yeah.

Now that your rose is in bloom

A Light hits the gloom on the grey.

 

Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya

Now that your rose is in bloom, A light hits the gloom on a grey.

Thank you for listening

 

Funeral viewings, heartache and Covid

December and January have been difficult months. I have lost loved ones to Covid during the year 2020, and sadly 2021 has been just as devastating. It has taken time to process my emotions and find resolution in the injustice of their deaths. 

Last night I went to my uncles viewing.  I grieved so heavily. I cried for everyone that has died, in my life, from Covid. The sadness in the room was stifling. Hearing others cry, listening to others cry because you cry. 

Sometimes we make the shittiest of choices in life. We choose to be rude, or just not speak to others. Perhaps towards a sibling you may find annoying. Or towards a family member. When someone passes we tend to go back to how we treated them. May find it hard to say a final goodbye, perhaps because time was squandered when we were living. 

Being human can be a beautiful experience, but our passing, especially during this Covid time, is heartbreakingly unfair. Time is taken from our grasps, so cruelly, so quickly, it stuns you, days follow with that same feeling of loss, until you start to feel better, and then...

...

Three weeks after my uncle died, my cousin Suzy also died of Covid. She was young, beautiful, kind and sweet. Her and I spoke last over 6 years ago. Made a promise to reconnect and never did. I regret not calling. I had not spoken to Suzy's brother for well over 10 years. Back then things were said and I hardly ever forget. I called him days after Suzy's passing. I had to tell HIM how much I loved her, how much of an angel I thought she was. 

...

If you can, make the effort to reach out to friends and family. Spread a little love. It's sad to say, but you just never know what can happen tomorrow. We don’t know who is suffering in silence today, be it Covid, another sickness or mental health issues. 

Stay healthy and safe,

With love & respect,

Kathy