Standing at the junction of life looking as most due for the right path, where confidence and belief are restored and the dreams of the night do not go ignored. Indifference is the norm people shuffling around forgetting what it is all about. There is no laughter anymore, lost in the anger and pain of worry and fear. Yet as I sit hear I know that I am the luckiest of women to have what I have and not fear loosing it everyday that I wake. So why do I feel this heavy weight weighing me down? How to change the frown? Looking for answers to the questions i can not wrap my head around wondering my when we always gained ground. Not entirely certain of the outcome but tomorrow is supposed to be fun, and yet hear I sit writing this poem unable to sleep for fear of the dream.

What is the point? this is the question I ask, people do not give of themselves but expect to be remembered and given handouts they do not deserve. The unforgettable days of our past long since brushed away bring fond memories in a flash and yet they can not last. Crushing desperation leading to this feeling the weight of the world unable to explain, we stand at a cross roads but what will be gained and what will be lost as yet to be seen or discussed. A child cries for help go unanswered a family is down and out and yet still stand in gods house, men looking for money to pay for their politics on the backs of those are struggling just to make ends meet. Do they bother to offer help to the man, woman or child on the street?

Forever in time I walk the path alone in my mind where no one can trespass, the secrets that I keep are for me alone to know the past and to take them home, I close my eyes at night and wonder where in the world I will tomorrow blunder as I travel this road of uncertainty I reach out to find what most can not see.

Tomorrow is my only hope the truth of the future I dare not hope as I close my eyes and look forward I only see that the darkness is all around me. In quiet expectation of the simple truth where dreams and time pass through there is only one  chance that we will find the answer to tomorrow in our mind. Closing your eyes and seeking the past will only continue to confirm the mistakes we made at last. Dreams of the future are where we should hide where tomorrow is the serpent and we are in for a ride. prepare and fight for the dreams of tomorrow where only the truth and none of the sorrow.


My hopes are strong as I continue on each day a passing event the past melts away and the future looms brighter than the stars that shine in the sky, as I remember why I began this journey into tomorrows world I remind myself that the gift I bring is to give insight into who I am and who we are we travel alone so much of the time that when we find that person who truly gets us and understands that our message is one that needs to be told we must remind ourselves that though tomorrow has not been told we can see the future in the distance of the horizon.

Standing on the quiet edge between life and death,

the sweet memories of a life not lived.

Mistakes we made we can not change,

pain like a razor slicing through a vein

blood from open wounds never to heal again.

Yesterdays sorrows and tomorrows dreams collid

in the night between heart broken screams

The changes for the future flutter aweay disappearing

in a desperate act, flooded with darkness no

longer to see the pain in which we leave.

Silence fills the air, as everything begins to freeze unfathomable

pain in a silent scream.

Crystal clear tear drops against pale skin never finding peace

not even in the end

Now I lay me down to sleep

 On a bed of thorns I shall not weep

I pray the lord my soul to keep

wrapped in his warm embrace

If I die before I wake

What a glorious fate

I pray the lord my soul to take

Higher than this mortal plain

To play among the clouds so high

Where angels dance and sparrows fly

In his grace I shall not weep

Kneeling down at his feet

In his embrace I shall not die

Upon his throne sitting so high

In his love I find peace

Now I lay me down to sleep!

The sounds of raport echoing through the empty streets,cries fill the ears of the huddled masseshiding behind thier blinds,they close their eyes blocking out the screams their hands over their ears,the desperate cries that will haunt them for years.Stepping causually off the curb over the puddle of blood that was purged running in a crimson tide<span  beneath their feet they ignore it and retreat into the safety of their homes and the protection of their lives they are humans in disguise pretending to be something more than what they are as they pass the broken body in their shinny car, eyes straight ahead no recognition of the dead, casually they drive along listening to the radio’s happy song all the while their soul slip away deeper into a darkness they cant escape, this is the life of the innocent bystandered the witness t o a crime, the prisoner who goes through life blind, does not see and is not kind, a shell of a being in human form, what is more terrible than to see a crime committed and then to flee, hiding behind the mortar walls not carring who death calls, a coward who trembles beneath his bed while an innocent lies on the streets bathed in red. So go on and hide and do not see for when judgement comes it comes for thee!