Communication

But he always comes to me
And demands what he wants, you see
Remembering that I have sway
Knowing the kids are a call away


So my dog is aware that I can’t get up as often lately (health just plummeted) but he also knows that I’m a lot faster at getting the kids to do something that he needs or wants than if he went to the kids by himself. So Vincent will come and bark at me the different barks he has for when he needs food, water, or to go outside.

Or if he wants to cuddle, but not with me for some reason.

Block of Granite

What I wish to do
And what I wish to be
Are not so far apart
Flung out upon the sea

For I can take a chisel
And hack and saw and chip
Away at the base around my feet
Exposing the edge of a lip

It is not a pedestal
That I stand upon
But the basis of my life
Hopefully of something strong

For my path is my own
My choices also, see
For what I do with my life
Is my own responsibilty

The tools I’m given here
Are not always what I’d choose
But that does not hinder me
They will not make me lose

Circumstances in my life
Change and grow and weave
Taking from me many things
But still much more they leave

Why I was in the beginning
Is not always who I stay
Because I grow and change
Becoming more each day


This was inspired by another of the recently returned Dungeon Prompts: Mission Statement.

Quiet After Summer Noise

The house was quiet
Not a sound to be heard
No one was around
No stampeding small herd

No children arguing
Fighting for the remote
Complaining about breakfast
Or denying the vote

No laughs or cries
No one throwing a rock
Sticks waving in the air
Demanding the door be unlocked

For to school they had gone
Left over an hour ago
To be taught what they’d need
Or at least what their told

Moments in the Dark

The Spirit is still and small and it doesn’t compete. –from the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles

 

Let me help to gently quide

In and out your daily life

Sending comfort and love in stride

To bolster you up through all strife

Especially when the boat does rock

Never forsaking you in the stocks.

 

Often I find myself in places that I don’t remember straying,

Wondering just what I was saying

To myself to let me take this turn

And losing my mind as my stomach does churn.

But with a still small voice

I remember I have a choice

To follow through the darkness where it will lead

And find myself in my mind while I plead

To be found no matter how lost

And accept the payment of the cost.

I won’t give up trying

No matter how I feel like dying

And take one more step

Then another, and yet…

I was not as alone

As I had previously thought

I was always with

The One that I sought.

Apology

I’m sorry that I said that
I really, truly am
I didn’t mean to hurt you
Please take me as I am.
 
Those thoughts and words
Became more than just that
They hurled right at you
Hitting with accuracy, SPLAT!
 
I was so frustrated
I didn’t stop to think
And said some things I now regret
So quickly I could not blink.
 
So please don’t remember
The things I said this day
And hopefully those tears
I can help to wipe away.
 

Ran through my head the moment I read the quote for the Third Monday prompt from Light and Shade Challenge.

The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.
–Mahatma Gandhi

A Winter’s Night

At least no one else is here to see me
Be as lost as I can be.
And though I huddle in the night
No one’ll be able to call me a blight.
Don’t forget me, house I pray
Or make me just another forgotten that here lay.
No, I am worth something more
Even though I huddle by this door.
Done though it may seem I am
 
How often I must live on the lam.
Oh how I never thought it would be like this,
Under the sky before sounded like a life of bliss.
So let my weary bones protest
Even through this trial and test.
 
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This was inspired by the prompt for the FreeWriteFriday of last week.

Just Don’t Say You’re Not My Brother

For any crime you commit
And every sin that you ommit
My forgiveness will still be true
I won’t forget what we’ve been through.
Lying in the deepest pit
Your brotherhood will keep it lit.
 

No matter what mistakes you make, you’re still my brother.

–Bass Monroe, “Revolution”

(Random Note: The man that Bass is talking to had tried to kill him before. That is the ‘mistake’ he is talking about.)

Friendship’s Last Breath

Listen to what I have to say
And keep in mind it doesn’t have to be this way.
Sitting here within this room
Trying to keep my head above the gloom.
 
Back against the wall
Really wishing my answers would fall.
Even when I wish they wouldn’t come
At least then I’d know just what you’ve done.
There never seems to be an end
How can I still call you friend?
 
Sometimes I really wonder
Just why you came around
And kept on coming
Trying to bring me down.
 
Why is it that you
Must tear me down
And only to feel better
Like you own the town.
 
I thought that what we had
Was something to last the years
But after all we’ve been through
All I have left is my tears.
 
So why should I keep fighting
Trying to work this out
When you don’t seem to care,
At me, you only shout.
 
I have always said
That the relationship is of the most import
But lately I’ve been wondering
If in this storm I’m just your port.
 
You come and rest conveniently
Whenever you are down
But the moment I’m the one in need
You’re suddenly out of town.
 
This isn’t a one-ended thing,
I am not here to help only you
And then when I need someone for me
You get to claim another thing to do.
 
It’s all or nothing at this point
I’m tired of you running around
Leaving me with the bill
While above the mountains you bound.
 
So make up your mind
And make a decision,
Because this agreement we had?
I’m going to make a revision.
 
So sit down for a moment
And decide if you want me in your life
Because all you have done
Is cause me no end of strife.
 
Will this be a new beginning?
Or instead will our friendship be ending?
 

Inspired by the topic for the Dungeon Prompts this week.

One Moment

To take another chance they say?
I‘m not entirely sure this is the way…
Maybe give me a moment or two,
Even longer, maybe, to decide what to do.
 
Time is not something you easily change
Remember that before you do something strange.
A moment in time must come and go
Very little of it is changeable, so
Even though you offer a very pretty deal
Let life go as it is, as it’s the only thing real.
 

I’ve been browsing through time travel stories lately (mostly fanfiction, it comes out faster than books you buy, though I still love those as well) and it made me think. Would such a thing be realistic in real life or is it just something to read about? If it were in real life, then what would the moments you’ve had be worth?

Time is not a toy to be trifled with.

Even if I do so in some of my own work.

Flotsam and Jetsam

While it is true that better times have been had
Keep in mind there’s no need to be mad
Because change is something that ever will spin
Making it hard sometimes to win.
 
Life is supposed to be hard that’s kind of the point.
To make you stretch and pull at your joints
Because there is more to be had than just gliding through
But, as is always the case, it is strictly up to you.
 
Times will be rough and times will be smooth
Above all the flotsam and jetsam this is the truth.
 
True is it that we have seen better days. –As You Like It, Shakespeare
 

This little poem is brought to you by the Friday prompt from Light and Shade Challenge.