My family

Whenever we gather together,
The words are not easy to find,
But love speaks a common language
When people have ties that bind.
We don't always say what we're feeling
As often as families should;
We don't count our blessings out loud,
But somehow they're understood.
We know that we're thankful for living
With the comfort of each other's care;
We're grateful for memories and stories,
And the jokes that our family shares.
We might leave a promise unspoken,
But we know that we're loyal and true;
We can count on companions through life,
In the sunshine and shadows, too.
We might show some special attention
To a stranger, acquaintance, or guest,
But we never forget in our hearts
About those that we really love best.
These blessings can never be counted
Like money or gold dividends;
They can only be shared as the love
That exists when families are friends.
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I hate this

Breeze flows by
Whispering words into my ear
Numbness grips my soul
and the Scarry heart skips a beat

The Sun setting down the prairies
Signals the end
When will you come back to me
I am shattered and broken

The Flowers have died
my tears have dried
These wounds will never heal
unless you touch me

Even in a stone
Lies a heart Soft enough to pardon
Believe me my love,
I am shattered and Broken

If someone hurts you, betrays you, or breaks your heart,
forgive them for they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to who you open you heart to.


“A broken heart is what makes life so wonderful five years later, when you see that special guy in an elevator and he is fat and smoking and saying 'Long time no see'”

“When love is lost, do not bow your head in sadness; instead keep your head up high and gaze at the stars for that is where your broken heart has been sent to heal!”
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thinking

If you think you are beaten, you are.
If you think you dare not, you don’t
If you like to win but think you can’t,
It’s almost a cinch you won’t.

If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost.
For out in the world we find
Success begins with a fellow’s will
It’s all in the state of mind.

If you think you are outclassed, you are.
You’ve got to think high to rise.
You’ve got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win the prize.

Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man.
But sooner or later, the man who wins
Is the man who thinks he can.
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I call it's memory

You left me wondering around
No longer do I feel safe and sound
Stumbling on your favorite blue shirt
Cant keep in all of this hurt
I loved you so damn much
That now I cry for your touch
That no longer comes my way
No matter how much I beg and pray
Into my bed I crawl alone
Just to smell your colonge
It was a week ago since you said goodbye

But your smell still lingers by
It fills my body with such distress
Turning me into a total mess
You didnt think of what you would do to me
All you wanted was to be free
So me being stupid I opened the door
I let you through and cried even more
I closed it shut and heard you leave
Footstep heading away from me
You say that we werent meant to be
How do you dare say that to me
I hold my broken heart in my hand
Trying to keep it together the best I can
But no matter how much glue I use
I still cry and feel abused
For in this prison called my room
I keep memories of me and you
They haunt me every second of the day
I just wish this pain would go away
I gathered all your things today
Put them in a box and hid them away
But I kept something to make me smile
I found it and took it from the pile
A picture of you holding me
A memory of what we used to be
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love songs
Love comes hungry to anyone’s hand.
I found the newborn sparrow next to
the tumbled nest on the grass. Bravely

opening its beak. Cats circled, squirrels.
I tried to set the nest right but the wild
birds had fled. The knot of pin feathers

sat in my hand and spoke. Just because
I’ve raised it by touch, doesn’t mean it
follows. All day it pecks at the tin image of


a faceless bird. It refuses to fly,
though I’ve opened the door. What
sends us to each other? she and I

had a blue landscape, a village street,
some poems, bread on a plate. Love
was a camera in a doorway, love was

a script, a tin bird. Love was faceless,
even when we’d memorized each other’s
lines. Love was hungry, love was faceless,

the sparrow sings, famished, in my hand.
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love
Some of what we do, we do
to make things happen,
the alarm to wake us up, the coffee to perc,
the car to start.

The rest of what we do, we do
trying to keep something from doing something,
the skin from aging, the hoe from rusting,
the truth from getting out.

With yes and no like the poles of a battery
powering our passage through the days,
we move, as we call it, forward,
wanting to be wanted,
wanting not to lose the rain forest,
wanting the water to boil,
wanting not to have cancer,
wanting to be home by dark,
wanting not to run out of gas,

as each of us wants the other
watching at the end,
as both want not to leave the other alone,
as wanting to love beyond this meat and bone,
we gaze across breakfast and pretend.
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hope

i hope the starving hungry tummies in africa get so full that they and the parasites they host inside them can have everlasting meals
i hope oprah builds more schools in africa and excludes more rich people and pisses more white people off who try to say she's being a racist
i hope cnn nbc abc fox cspan msnbc and the rest stop passing off low or no american casualties for the day in iraq as making the whole lot of iraqi deaths ok
i hope hollywood crumbles under the weight of its own image is everything, attention starved, spoiled ass, only child that has never heard no mentality
i hope gays and lesbians become the majority for a whole long time or at least long enough to legislate marriage laws and adopt foster kids and piss every intolerant heterosexual and religious fundamentalist off who arrogantly thinks they have a monopoly on moral rights
i hope facts come out that debunk everything anyone believes i myself included so that we may all know how it feels to be utterly wrong and not be so quick to make facts of opinions

i hope the hunter gets his prey
i hope the prey gets away
i hope that not one more diamond is ever found or formed
i hope the factories of the earth that make all 'precious' rocks go on strike
i hope humans lose their nearly sexual obsession with shiny objects
i hope this poem gets longer and longer and feeled with more disdain and hatred
i hope you hate this poem
i hope this poem takes all the hatred in this world and locks it in every line thereby leaving the world left to only love
i hope a shiite and a sunni fall madly in love and give birth to a child that impregnates a jew that gives birth to offspring that whorships the buddah but gets its eye caught by the most devout of conservative christians and then in turn i hope they both denounce all religions and faiths after realizing the true way to god is through humanity and love only alone and all by themselves
i hope life turns out to be worth all this poetry
i hope life turns out to be worth all this worry
i hope life turns out to be worth all this grief
i hope life turns out to be worth all this life
i hope life turns out to be worth all this hope
i hope it turns out to be worth it
i hope like hell
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