It Takes Two --BMW-
It Takes a ME
and takes a You
to safely make it
all the way threw.
So when I fall
gather my pieces
and fix me as you wish .
Glue me together
like a broken dish
I am for you and
your are for me.
It takes two
Oh God
It takes a ME
and takes a YOU.

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Tag is Spiders

spiders scared the bejesus out of her
made her cry and shake and shhhhhivvvvver

so why did she put a spider in an old mayonnaise jar with holes punced in the tim lid with a penny nail and a hammer
holding her mouth just so and with a defiant flip of her hair
stand on a tipsy stool to shove the jar far back into the dark of her closet

during the public celebration on the television
while her mother chided her to come watch for pete's sake
she tiptoed back to her room several times
checking on the little black guy
at least she hoped it was black-it did not look gray-
and it was darker than brown
oh yeah it was not brown
certainly not brown

brown was the color of the spider who had killed her cousin
she had seen everyone crying and knew her cousin had gone to Jesus
But no one would tell her why
and once she heard one of the aunts whispering to the other one
"be sure you don't speak about it in front of the c-h-i-l-d, you know how dramatic she gets and how she will just add this to the list of the things she worries herself to a frazzle about"

but finally she broke down her mother's will
she had enough practice doing that after all
and her mother had told her-a spider bit your cousin, Sweetie and God called her home

well, how could her cousin die at a time like this
with the 4th of July parade next week
and they had both already decorated their bikes
and their moms had sat together under the tree in the back yard and picked out the wanuts for the cookies to take to the park after the parade
wait? what? what? a spider? one of those leggy, crawling things that her mother had always told her were n.o.t. dangerous
so sit down, and be quiet
it was dangerous? it took her cousin away from her, and worst of all made her cousin have to get put down in a hole in the cemetery, their worst shared nightmare

so why is the spider sitting in her closet?
why does she leave the closet door open at night in the dark?
why does she will herself to look at it again and again in the daylight?

does she know somehow that only by facing it again and again and again and again
she will finally be free of its danger?


~

Tag: tools or toys or keys

Isn't this one great?

The Spider Strikes Again.
(by Farrell Hope)

The spider came in leaps and bounds,
it's beady eyes agleam.
The little boy began to run,
his voice a gargled scream.

He got unto the garden gate,
there he was dragged flat.
The spider pounced upon him,
and squashed him like a gnat.

The next day on the ground,
the gardener chanced to see,
a thing that looked as if it had,
once been a boy of three.

He got his rake, he got his hoe,
and scooped it in his barrow.
The bones were light and hollow,
for the spider'd sucked the marrow.

The gardener did not chance to see,
the spider lurking near.
It scuttled out and grabbed the lout,
and dragged him to it's lair.

With vicious blow of fist and toe,
the gardener soon broke free.
It was for naught, he was recaught,
and joined the boy of three.

Toys

Beautifully wrapped gifts piled high under the tree.
Each shiny bow waiting to reveal what is waiting inside...
The lastest toy that was bought after waiting in line for hours;
Seen on TV a thousand times over until convinced it was a necessity;
Purchased on credit because the electricity bill, though a smaller total, was due to be paid.

Expectant little hands ripping the colored paper from the box;
Eyes bright with excitement;
Lifting the batteries-not-included gadget out of it's prison...
Then setting it aside after a few perfunctory "thank you's"
and crawling into the now empty box that has become the true object of delight and imagination.

Keys to the heart
Can give us such a start

Painful memories
To overcome
Tear down the walls
Let love encompass
Do not stall

Life is short
Time waits for none
Please do court
And find the sort
To feel like the sun

A warm embrace
Hand held tight
Love exchanged
Is a mighty flight
Into realms of light

It can bring pain
But, oh, so sweet
Please don't
Hold back
For love is worth
Any heartache
Better than the lack
And empty space

Please let them know
By your embrace
That love is bright
And will fill that place
And still your ache.

Love is being
A place so freeing
A healing balm
To all its bringing

So make this day
An everyday......
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY
EVERY DAY!

I forgot to leave a tag.....
~ light ~ or ~ sunlight ~

Light of my life
Heart of my heart
Hostages to fortune
my father called them.

You have to have one
to understand one..
and even then they'll
break your heart.

a mother is an easy target
because she'll always love you.
but even that gets old in time
self preservation kicks in.

Light of my life
Heart of my heart
still hoping for the fortune.

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tag Pride

Pride-A Necessary Attribute

Ironically, held high by Aristotle
And praised as a virtue
But demonized by the Canon
As one of the seven deadly sins

possible to have without hubris or narcissism
can bring hope in things yet unrealized
gives us the courage to build and endure
can bring comfort when reviewing endeavors
enables us to feel entitled to all good things


Tag: boundries

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self-pride~~~I am 59 years old and still struggling to find it. Like a 3 year old child who knocks down his 2 year old brothers blocks, disease and unrelenting pain can do a thorough job of busting up the fragile threads of self-worth.
But we have to fight and fight and not quit-because if we do not fight for our rightful place, we will cheat ourselves out of many good things and pleasures, feeling they are unearned by us. We have earned pleasure by being alive and by not intentionally harming others. We do not need to be healthy and be accomplishing "work" to earn the right to be happy. I give this little speech or similar ones to myself everyday. Why is it so hard to believe it, feel it? I want to paint. I have brushes, canvases, palettes and paints-but cannot paint anymore. I don't think I deserve to use the time and energy for something that will only bring joy. But I am going to try to take baby steps to start painting again. Does anyone else share this struggle?

Boundries

Whether it's an invisible fence
to keep the dog in the yard

Or a line in the sand
drawn to keep the hurt at bay

or biting your tongue
to still the words

boundries are necessary.

Tag: wants vs needs

wondering from where you come,
how you know I need to see you
never fearful, never in fright,
I am still, waiting, wanting you to alight

so fragile you are
fills me with wonder,
It's like were old friends
so trusting of each other.
your precious wings bring me a sign,
I know it is their love,
those crossed over
those home in Heaven above

tell them I was here to greet you,
a smile filled my heart,
I'll look everyday for you
their love for me will never depart

(for my Mom who sends me dragonflies )


tag: songs/music