The New Face of Hate

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Here I sit, pondering the words I just read

Another poor souls contempt

Over another man’s actions

All of it prompted by

Hate

 

What happened to the days of my youth

when you respected your elders

Or agreed to disagree, and yet still shake hands?

Guess, we had more common sense then

Now, there is only hate

 

And this hate

Is viciously cruel

It laughs in its mocking tone

No sin does it forget

No second chances allowed

 

Unless, it pertains to them

 

They claim to care about everything

Compassion overflowing

Goodness to the last drop

But speak the truth to them

And, you are their next target

 

How dare we stand up?

Or debate their reason?

Oh, we are just fools then.

Better to be dead and silent

Then alive and have a different perspective

 

How do you reach one of these?

When they don’t even see.

There is a difference between

Disagreeing and hate

Love (is the answer)

 

A word they state to know

Use it abundantly in their causes

Express it in their clothes

Their culture

But what about their hearts?

 

Has love become so degraded

That hate is preferred?

Or did some evil pervert it

And call it bad?

Good question.

 

I still believe

Kindness and respect

Are two wise companions

To have and give

Truth

 

I guess call me old fashioned

I prefer it way more better

Than your political correctness dictates

I will not be the harbinger of

Hate

 

But I will be a watcher

Over those who do

And steward the love I have

And help it grow.

 

For it is much needed.

 

Now

 

 

 

 

Transformation and Adventure

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It’s been awhile, my fellow poets, hello to you dreamers! I’ve missed you my tribe, who love words. I’ve been busy, and preoccupied of late, with everything , but writing. Just has not been easy, and that is what we call life.

To say your opinions and likes do not matter, they do. So please keep them coming.

But our lives, well, the path ahead is not always clear, and I carried many burdens which were not mine, for too long. So, a much needed rest and fun were prescribed. And I do like to be a good patient, and follow most orders that are good for me. So off on an adventure I took.

I went no further, than Nashville, TN to the first ever Game of Thrones convention, The Con of Thrones!!! I had a blast to be honest, but all that walking (12 miles) in three days, was more than a workout than I wanted. I’ll be happy to share my pics, if you ask.

The cosplay was awesome, and meeting the actors and actresses was a delight. Truly it was. Each one was very nice, and all around, wonderful human beings. We the fans, well we were appreciative, tired, and at times, a bit rowdy.

I made some friends, made some memories, and thankfully, did not go broke. But I do have my eye on a sword or two. Now, it’s back to reality, even though the series is on, the other skills I posses that help pay the bills, have been in full demand.

Welcome to the salaried world!

However, I am truly grateful for my job, never a dull moment, and I have the best boss I’ve ever had. Temperatures and the humidity has been high,  as are many tempers (go figure). Kids are heading back to school, college football season is near, which means. . . my favorite season will be here too.

I can sense it now. Pumpkin spice latte’s, funnel cakes, hoodie sweatshirts, bonfires, and Mom’s homemade chili. Who needs the universe, when heaven is so close to your back door? hmmm?

Hope your summer has been full of fun times as well and I appreciate your patience.

Keep Shining Diamonds!

 

 

 

Where I was Found

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In the beginning. . . . . .

 

There is always a beginning, and an end

But often

We do not know

Which is which

 

I can only tell you

That of the truth I know

For me

It was in a dark place

 

Ashes and dust

The earth held me firm

Then heat and fire

Did cause me to find

 

Through  adversity

And Pain

My aim was much higher

And hungered for a larger space

 

But it was strong

Yet gentle hands

That found and lifted me

From the darkness of my mind

 

Sheltered me

Gave me truth

My name and calling

Thus removing my disgrace

 

And that. . . . .in the humblest of places

is where I was found

My purpose and destiny

Now entwined

my secret place

window

 

It was not  a place of wealth,

Nor a place of poverty

but simply a space

to be myself

without judgement

 

The light always shined there

no fear of my beliefs

just me and the presence

changing the atmosphere

bit by bit

 

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Tell me that I matter

That my absence gives you pause

Then I will know

Indeed, I have a purpose

Though neither great or small

which door is mine

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they say the grass is greener on the other side

or not

that if you water your own

it will flourish

 

but what about doors

most of them have no windows

only keyholes

if their older

 

doors are made to keep people out

yet we look for the open ones

but beware

not every door is yours

 

so when you have a choice

which one do you choose?

simple

the one you have the key to

digging for truth

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In a world full of lies

It’s easy to become jaded

while digging for truth

leaves one exhausted

Makes me wish

we were as honarable

As we think we are

The Proposal

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Unbeknownst to her, and out of the blue

A lover from her past

Said hello, and made his presence known

 

It began with humor

For that was safe

And he liked to make her laugh

 

Her smile still charmed him

And her eyes held the light of stars

Yet her lips, her kiss, never left his thoughts

 

She looked at him and knew he must be single

For whence their relationship ended

He always sought her, when there was no one else

 

When the hurt and anger subsided

She had convinced herself

They could be, friends again

 

And nothing more

 

Good conversation is hard to come by

An intelligent spark

A righteous humor not common

 

And yet, here he is again

Another girl, another broken heart

Will he ever grow up?

 

But he was not the same

As he was when they first met

Now he saw her, a gift, and he hung his head

 

Dare I try? Oh what a fool I was

Her fire enticed me

The curves of her body, my respite

 

I did not see her

Not for who she truly was

And now I do

 

She’s the one!

I’m sure of it

Now, how do I convince her?

 

She thought it odd

that he asked her forgiveness

For it was given long ago

 

Surely he is acting strange

I have no time for games

What does he want?

 

He shared his tale

Of his lessons and woes

And revealed that he indeed had grown up

 

Respect rose up within her

For the man she saw now

Yet, something was amiss

 

Carefully he spoke

Each word an affirmation of her worth

Even admitting of his foolery

 

And then, he said it

“I love you” and have been for some time

Give me a chance, I promise to make you happy

 

Did her ears deceive her

A profession of love?

Oh he knows the right words to say!

 

Sincere and truth

Did he doth speak

She pondered all he said

 

A piece of her heart said “yes”

While her gut said “no”

Oh what to do, what to do

 

Give me time, I request

To think about

Your proposal

 

She eventually told him no

Told him twice

Yet he persisted

 

Though she longed not to hurt him

Nor disrespect his heart

But she could not feel, what she had, so long ago

 

Indeed, his proposal was

All that she ever wanted

What she longed to hear

 

Yet now she gazed upon him

And knew she could not love him

The way he deserved

 

So thrice she denied him

Though painful it was

To tell someone you love. . . .

 

I’m not in love with you anymore.

 

 

 

 

Progress Report

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Well, first things first. I have passed a milestone, and have gratefully been on WordPress for over a year. That being said, I am going to give myself a small pat on the back. Mostly, because I have put one foot in front of the other in a forward direction, and had a little faith in myself, that I could create something worth reading, with words.

Yes, I know, I’m certainly not going to compare myself to the likes of J. K. Rowling, Anne McCaffrey, C.S. Lewis, or George R.R. Martin, but it is a step in the right direction. I often find myself battling work fatigue, self doubt, self- discipline,  life in general, and time management. Most of these of which, I am most proficient in, in my professional life, which currently pays the bills. But, you see, I have this “but” that keeps coming up when it comes to my writing.

I have often wanted to have a mentor. Some one to challenge me, encourage me, or just tell me what I am going through, is normal.

“Writers are not normal, and never will be. We are story tellers, with the gift of gab, flare, and perception. Into a world most people never see, yet they live in, everyday. Writers are braver than they think, but oftentimes don’t know it. The trials and tribulations you face, are part of the growing process. You, just have to commit, to NOT give up.”

At least that is what I imagine the wise sage would tell me.

Are we hopeless, we dreamers? So full of dreams, worlds, and stories, that someone wants to read. No, that someone needs to read. If even to be reminded, we are not alone in the journey we call life. Do you ever wonder? Well, if you have any truthful words of encouragement, I’m all ears.

And if any of you are in the same place I am, I will be happy to reciprocate. Quite the many few of you, inspire me with your amazing touch with the pen! You put words together like PB & J. And I, am in awe.

 

Blessings Diamonds

Keep Shining

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It is times like these I wish you were by my side.

Your insight, into my day, would be a sweet delight.

My head upon your shoulder, where I can hear your heart, and inhale the scent of you.

This is the home, my heart longs for.

 

You do not live in my country.

But from across the sea.

I know not what you look like.

However, my heart will know you, once we meet.

 

It is not your title

Nor you money I need

Just a place beside you

Not a you and I, but we