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2016-09-27T10:13:00.002-04:00

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Monday 01/16/2012

2016-01-24T12:53:00.001-05:00

Written June, 1999

Think of me

A love so strong that you could not see,
the chipping heart inside of me.

With each raised hand, with each evil stare,
you were alone, I was not there.

Assuming so much, wrong as could be,
a heart won't survive such cruelty.

But, time goes on, the wounds do not heal,
just how could you know what I feel.

Chipping away as you thought you must,
in myself I placed all my trust.

A hole in my heart, nothing to spare,
my soul intact, you can't tread there.

If ever again you think of me,
know that I am free to be me.

If ever again you think of me,

2012-07-17T14:33:00.000-04:00

Written July 9, 2012

Alone

A scream for help,
upon deaf ears,
a broken heart,
with many fears.

A cry for help,
the end of me,
the fight is gone,
all blind to see.

He always was,
always will be,
he has chosen,
to ignore me.

A whisper now,
from my last breath,
alone in life,
alone in death.

MJ

2012-07-09T07:49:00.000-04:00

Written April 21, 2012

Forbidden

When you caught my eye,
time stood still for me,
I was curious,
did you notice me?

Then your eye caught mine,
the cat and mouse faced,
someone had to blink,
to chase or be chased.

I watched for you and,
you waited for me,
will I hear your song?
Can this ever be?

As the game begins,
the next move is mine,
eager to know more,
ready to cross lines.

Through blindness of lust,
still able to see,
your gold wedding band,
glaring back at me.

So disappointed,
not to have the chance,
to make our music,
to dance just one dance.

Temptation is great,
willpower is strong,
and something so right,
now something so wrong.

I wanted to taste,
the wine of your soul,
vanish in your mind,
two bodies one goal.

To play with fire,
just to feel the flames,
is not worth the burn,
to play selfish games.

In another time,
no doubt we would be,
strumming chords of love,
a sweet symphony.

MJ

2012-03-06T11:27:00.000-05:00

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

I just wrote this poem a few minutes ago, thought I'd share.

The Key

The key was a sign,
but what could it be,
it fell from up high,
and it startled me.

Full of wonderment,
I picked up the key,
I tried to unlock,
this strange mystery.

The key is not mine,
so why is it here,
only one answer,
the reason is clear.

I made three wishes,
two of them came true,
one hangs in limbo,
and is locked from view.

I waited and hoped,
for good news to be,
all along hanging,
onto that gold key.

The news was all good,
my third wish came true,
the key an omen,
I believe, do you?

MJ

Friday, 02/03/2012

2012-02-03T18:57:00.000-05:00

Another poem from the "unfinished poem" stack.
I started this poem September 13, 2000. I finished it today. -- MJ

4 a.m.

I cannot sleep at 4 a.m.
and I as I reach to grab my pen
my racing mind has become still
as I swallow another pill.

I wrote a poem of doom and gloom
and as I look around this room
they will see signs of who lived here
minus the terror and the fear.

The screams so loud inside my head
only to be heard by the dead
awakened now they come for me
my death so near will set me free.

MJ
***

Sunday 01/29/2012

2012-01-29T18:52:00.001-05:00

I wrote this poem in November, 1999.
I hope you like it. -- MJ

Soul Mate

Yesterday my heart spoke up
and demanded to be free,
free again to search for love
and to learn its destiny.

My soul said, "Where's your mem'ry?
You're broken and badly bruised.
I'm not sure I can fix you,
you're one too many times used."

My heart said, "I am ready
to finally love once more.
I know my love is out there,
and this time forevermore."

My soul said, "Don't be a fool,
another mistake you'll make,
and this time it will surely
be the last beat that you take."

My heart replied in anger,
"I must love to live again!
Without love I am dying,
can you try to understand?"

My soul said, "Okay, listen,
I have come up with a plan.
This time I'm going with you,
together we'll find a man."

My heart was so excited,
it then skipped a couple beats,
thoughts of finding love again,
this time it would be for keeps.

My soul said, "I will help you,
together we will tempt fate.
We'll launch and all out man hunt,
and return with our soul mate."

MJ
***

Thursday 01/26/2012

2012-01-26T12:33:00.001-05:00

This poem was started on April 19, 2001
and ended up in the unfinished stack of poems.
I finished it yesterday 01/25/2012. -- MJ

Jaded View

The view from here is jaded,
that's not how it used to be,
but with every rejection,
it becomes harder to see.

Now trust is nonexistent,
love happens in fairy tales,
hope only for the moment,
any attempt at faith fails.

So lost and changed forever,
my direction is not clear,
afraid of what lies ahead,
my only emotion fear.

A shredded veil protects me,
from night mist and morning dew,
and as I peer through the shreds,
it's the same old jaded view.

MJ
***

Wednesday 01/25/2012

2012-01-25T16:45:00.000-05:00

Written January 19, 2012

Revenge

Revenge is sweet, I lured you in,
you fell for every lying lie,
reality stings like the truth,
the lies to me are like fine wine.

You flattered yourself on your own,
and let your ego lead you on,
I laid the trap and you fell in,
for the second time I am gone.

My only mistake loving you,
and such sadness for what you stole,
breaking my heart was not enough,
you needed to destroy my soul.

You altered the course of my life,
like my future never mattered,
and robbed me of my goals and dreams,
until my everything shattered.

Rejection in the first degree,
there is no love or hate for you,
forgiveness showed me the way out,
a spirit told me what to do.

I will turn your dreams to nightmares,
to remind you of what's been done,
I will torture your days and nights,
I'm in your head, you cannot run.

Live your lies, fake your happiness,
never admit that you were wrong,
the woman you tried to make weak,
is still standing, you made me strong.

MJ
***

Tuesday 01/24/2012

2012-01-24T14:01:00.002-05:00

I started this poem September 13, 2000 and
it ended up in a stack with other unfinished poems.
I finished it today. -- MJ

Crazy Eyes

Look into a person's eyes, you will see,
love, fear, sadness or maybe mystery,
but looking into the eyes of the mad,
you will see something much sadder than sad.

An emptiness that takes you straight to hell,
sheer terror of which she will never tell,
as mesmerizing as it is chilling,
enter here, that is if you are willing.

If you look too long she will take you there,
with baby blues and that powerful stare,
and just maybe if this is not your day,
she will return alone and you will stay.

Push into her world, curious to know,
unsure of where you are about to go,
harmless and silent til the day she dies,
unless you fall into those crazy eyes.

MJ
***

Monday 01/23/2012

2012-01-23T08:51:00.001-05:00

I started this poem on Halloween 2002 at 1:30 a.m. and never finished it.
I finished it this morning. -- MJ

Peace

Someone come here.
Please, somebody.
Someone come here.
And, no one came.

Oh, my God I am not what you see,
something is wrong, I do not know me.

More scared than scared and out of control,
the one way out is to sell my soul.

It must be close when my time will cease,
more there than here in my search for peace.

MJ
***

Saturday 01/21/2012

2012-01-21T15:45:00.000-05:00

This poem was written October 11, 2000.
Short, sad, love. -- MJ

Love Lacerations

Love lacerations,
that is all they are,
in time they will heal,
maybe without scars.

Scars are not needed,
to remind of pain,
memories keep me,
from loving again.

MJ
***

Saturday 01/21/2012

2012-01-21T15:30:00.001-05:00

I wrote this poem in 2004. -- MJ

Happy Birthday

A birthday wish this is,
intentionally late,
you are not forgotten,
but not in love, in hate.

What you did was unfair,
and cruel to say the least,
when your days have ended,
I will sing, dance and feast.

Being one of many,
you smugly did abuse,
what would have been is gone,
and all because of you.

Good wins over evil,
it happens every time,
for what you tried to take,
is infinitely mine.

MJ
***

Thursday 01/19/2012

2012-01-19T16:00:00.002-05:00

I wrote this poem May 26, 2001. -- MJ

Do Not Be Sorry

My memories are sadder than sad,
the pain is as fresh as the new day,
wounds will not heal, they are now the norm,
do not be sorry, this is my way.

All has changed and new people emerge,
and the past is just that, the sad past,
new beginnings and such bright futures,
do not be sorry for shadows cast.

Happiness is spreading everywhere,
it is catching and no one need run,
even evil is fragrant of rose,
do not be sorry for what is done.

Looking through panes of broken stained glass,
such a rude awakening for me,
life passed right by me without a nod,
and never once felt sorry for me.

MJ
***

Wednesday 01/18/2012

2012-01-18T12:36:00.000-05:00

I wrote this poem on December 29, 2011. -- MJ

Hell

Surrounded by black walls of coal,
small fires smoulder here and there,
hazy, gray smoke floats high and low,
as red cinders dance through the air.

Souls new and old group together,
their moaning a sad symphony,
the new arrivals pass them by,
in shock and utter disbelief.

Dark and hot and overcrowded,
never able to quench a thirst,
a dusty, dirty filthy hole,
home to the devil and the cursed.

No second chances are found here,
the price high for sinister deeds,
it is the point of no return,
the final stop for all bad seeds.

When bad triumphs over goodness,
as it occasionally will,
after death the souls are gathered,
for their final sentence in hell.

MJ
***

Monday 01/16/2012

2012-01-16T09:23:00.007-05:00

Written the morning of 01/16/2012.
This poem just came to me while I was loving up my dog, Junior. -- MJ

Junior

I will be your eyes,
as you cannot see,
I will be your ears,
you may lean on me.

I will be your rock,
you are not alone,
I will keep you safe,
in our loving home.

I will share my food,
give you the last bite,
I will throw your ball,
and kiss you goodnight.

I will take you out,
we'll make tracks in snow,
I will bring you in,
dry you head to toe.

I will let you sleep,
on my crisp clean sheet,
I will let you snore,
and wake me from sleep.

I will stand by you,
'til the very end,
I love you, Junior,
you are my best friend.

MJ
***

Sunday 01/15/2012

2012-01-15T13:59:00.002-05:00

This is my very first poem.
I wrote it in June, 1999 and though it is not my all time favorite, it is the most special poem to me because it was the beginning of my love for writing poetry. -- MJ

Silence of Night

One of my passions is to rise at three,
and prepare my favorite herbal tea.

I wrap myself in a shawl and curl up,
in the best seat in the house with my cup.

Hearing nothing, utter silence prevails,
then silence broken by distant train rails.

Speeding along tracks a half mile away,
the horn blows attempting to clear the way.

Beautiful sounds at this hour heard best,
when all for miles is happily at rest.

Then silence returns as I softly say,
this will be another beautiful day.

At five a.m. the morning sounds begin,
a bird sings good morning, others chime in.

Down the street a car slowly makes its way,
its occupant ready to start the day.

Then the newspaper delivered on time,
the neighborhood stirs, the sun starts to shine.

Tomorrow again I'll rise by moonlight,
and briefly enjoy the silence of night.

MJ
***

Sunday 01/15/2012

2012-01-15T13:45:00.001-05:00

Written June, 1999. -- MJ

The Safest Place

The safest place there is to be,
is when I crawl inside of me.

Protected there from life's harsh blows,
I'm free to be me, no one knows.

MJ
***

Wednesday 01/11/2012

2012-01-11T18:43:00.003-05:00

Written June, 1999. -- MJ

The Bond

You and me alone together,
no one stopped to find out whether,
whether we were doing okay,
and if they did, what would they say?

They probably felt it to be wise,
to turn their heads, tend busy lives,
we were hurting, you didn't know,
mommy tried not to let it show.

The worry that you didn't see,
hidden behind false normalcy,
when I look back now my heart breaks,
there's not a soul whom I would thank.

But, thanks I give for what we share,
no one could understand what's there,
a staggering bond, not to fear,
for what I'm thinking you can hear.

MJ
***

Wednesday 01/11/2012

2012-01-11T18:33:00.005-05:00

I wrote this poem in January, 2000
after kissing too many frogs. -- MJ

Devil At The Door

She'd given up on love,
as she had done before,
then one day a devil,
came knocking at her door.

He told her he loved her,
and said he'd never leave,
told her she was gorgeous,
and slowly she believed.

Slyly he took over,
he opened every jar,
insisted on driving,
because it was too far.

He was nearly perfect,
he always saved the day,
when the nights were scary,
he made it go away.

He cooked, cleaned, he fixed it,
was always home at night,
gave her little presents,
they rarely had a fight.

He told her she could lean,
for now and evermore,
that they were meant to be,
but there was more in store.

She gave up all she had,
and her identity,
to be with Prince Charming,
she shunned her family.

Totally dependent,
on the man of her dreams,
she didn't see the signs,
she didn't hear the screams.

Completely blind to truth,
and the last one to know,
her Prince had a secret,
the side that didn't show.

Then just out of nowhere,
finished playing his game,
the sick feeling told her,
nothing would be the same.

He planned, he packed, he left,
he didn't say good-bye,
left her there with nothing,
he left her there to cry.

He headed down the drive,
she watched with teary eyes,
when he drove out of sight,
she realized all his lies.

She pulled it together,
she knew just what to do,
she found her dignity,
but would it get her through.

With an embarrassed soul,
and a hole in her heart,
she got up off the floor,
at least it was a start.

Now she knows the meaning,
it's too good to be true,
careful what you wish for,
a devil's on the loose.

MJ
***

Tuesday 01/10/2012

2012-01-10T19:01:00.004-05:00

Sometimes I just have fun with my poetry.
I wrote this poem in January, 2000. -- MJ

When Paths Cross

So you want out, it's over,
you don't love me anymore,
well I don't love you either,
you just beat me to the door.

What could I have been thinking,
it could not have been your looks,
nor was it intelligence,
you have read all of two books.

And it wasn't your loving,
let me offer you a clue,
I'd rather dine on earthworms,
than be anywhere near you.

I will not even miss you,
you're not worth the energy,
why our paths needed to cross,
will never be clear to me.

One more thing you need to know,
and you won't think it's funny,
I hocked your mom's wedding ring,
'cause I needed gas money.

MJ
***

Sunday 01/08/2012

2012-01-08T13:14:00.006-05:00

I wrote this poem in January, 2000.
There was a giant weeping willow tree in the backyard
of the house next to the one I grew up in and I would swing
on the branches. -- MJ

Weeping Willow Tree

A giant, there she stands,
draping so gracefully,
such a beautiful sight,
the weeping willow tree.

Branches so very long,
almost touching the ground,
and from underneath her,
I could not hear a sound.

My favorite retreat,
where I needed to be,
on a warm summer day,
only me and my tree.

Whispering through the breeze,
I'd hear her say to me,
"Why so sad, Angel Face,
now you listen to me.

Just grab on and hold tight,
we're going to fly, you see,
come now and I'll show you,
you're going to swing with me."

So gently I'd gather,
her vines into my hands,
then back up and lift off,
following her commands.

We would swing to and fro',
'til we came to a stop,
then slowly I'd back up,
and take off with a hop.

Then once more we would stop,
and I'd back up again,
for another fun swing,
with my giant best friend.

When I close my eyes now,
I go back to that tree,
and I swing once again --
The Weeping Willow Tree.

MJ
*********

Sunday 01/15/2012

2012-01-05T14:56:00.003-05:00

This poem just came to me on December 26, 2011.
It is a poem about love gone wrong. I hope you enjoy it. -- MJ

Truths We Tell

Choices we make and lies we tell
set the stage for the road ahead.
You hurt me and I left you.
What could have been is gone
like the tide sweeping across the sand and making it new again.

Hate snuffed out love and put out the fire.
Years went by and yet no one knew.
To hurt you back is the reason I gave,
and your life went on and I ceased to live.

Not able to get past what you could not give me,
I was blinded by the contempt and you just moved on.
I loved you, why couldn't you love me back.
Then we would be there and not here -- here is not where I want to be.

Time goes on but without me.
I am stuck in the past because of you.
I wonder how things would have been had I stayed.
Too late for that. I wished you would die.

Waiting to dance on your grave kept me going.
I searched high and far to replace you.
It never happened.
And once again I lose.

You replaced me quickly and again and again.
Now too old to keep looking you settled.
It seems you as well searched high and far and
it never happened.

Your life goes on and mine is stuck in first gear
and you are as right as rain.
I am the victim.
But it never mattered.

With a twist of fate we meet again,
and it is you but not the young man I loved.
Time has had its way with us and I realize you are not him
and she is not me and I only hurt myself.

In one second I forgave you,
and as strange as it comes,
there is a spark in my heart as tiny as it may be,
and it begs to be fanned into flame once again.

Once blinded by hate I can now see
I never stopped loving you.
I buried my love for you so deeply no one knew including me
that a tiny spark lay in wait.

And here we are within reach yet still so far,
like reaching for a twinkling star.
She has you but I have always had your heart,
and you must choose how our personal fairy tale ends.

I will wait for you,
but time is not on our side.
The precious rest of our lives is waiting on
choices we make and truths we tell.

MJ
***

Tuesday 12/06/2011

2011-12-06T13:27:00.007-05:00

I wrote this poem in November, 1999.
It is one of my favorites and I know it by heart.
I hope you enjoy it. -- MJ

The Saddest Roller Coaster

She will always remember,
the morning her daddy died,
from then on she replaced him,
with sex and a life of lies.

She thought she found the answer,
and married to get away,
then he announced he owned her,
but she had promised to stay.

Never a moment of rest,
being used was like a knife,
the saddest roller coaster,
the sad story of a wife.

He owned her, he controlled her,
and she never had a say,
he told her she was nothing,
that she'd never get away.

Then one day she heard a voice,
"If you stay you'll die," it said,
if she left he would kill her,
either way she'd end up dead.

Years went by, she died inside,
he ruled her entire life,
the saddest roller coaster,
the sad story of a wife.

One day she gathered courage,
before she could even think,
she walked right up to her man,
and she didn't even blink.

She told him she was leaving,
and he begged of her to stay,
they'd move, he'd change, he promised,
she said, "Get out of my way."

He never saw it coming,
she was trembling inside,
the saddest roller coaster,
the sad story of a wife.

As she stepped into the world,
she turned and she saw him cry,
giving him another chance,
never even crossed her mind.

Changed forever she wonders,
how she messed up her young years,
her future was still blurry,
it was hard to see through tears.

The past will always haunt her,
all those years she was his wife,
the saddest roller coaster,
the sad story of my life.

MJ
***

Saturday 11/19/2011

2011-11-27T19:24:00.008-05:00

This poem was written in May, 1999.
Short and Sad. -- MJ

The Cruelest Of All Lies

When you said you wanted me, I fell for your line,
and when you needed me, I thought things would be fine.

Then you married me, and just went through the motion,
it did not feel like love, I felt no devotion.

After you left me I began to realize,
you returned my love with the cruelest of all lies.

MJ
***