These works are translated by a creative, young girl whose growth was interrupted. The gravity of her pain is buried very deep. This page is an effort to rescue her expressing as God allows, her thoughts as they unfold. Now as she peers through the lens of a woman, she endeavors to free herself. As she taps into those hidden places, a true poet is sure to emerge. I hope as you read, you too will unearth some things inside yourself and with her, continue to grow.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Help Me Not
They say they want to help me out
While helping themselves, no doubt
To all they can get their sticky fingers on
Despite my troubles, I'm quite the sexy one
A ride here and there
Carry some groceries to my door
Even offer to increase my income
Glance at me with that strange kind of stare
Look into my eyes while smiling with glee
It's apparent that you want more from me
Yet my birthday has passed and you simply forgot
So my dear, shallow friend, please help me not
Don't bother to call nor text anymore
Stop just saying, "hi" or knocking on my door
Stop sniffing around for the presence of a man
It is not your business, step off while you can
You've nothing to offer, you don't aim to please
That cheap cologne scent keeps making me sneeze
The only reward here is from me to you
My time's not to waste, why don't you get a clue
You're just not equipped, it's as simple as that
You want tenderoni, while sloppy and fat
I have tolerated your kind a whole lot
But kind sir, walk away now and please, help me not
Please do not fix my car; Do not lend me your wrench
Do not serenade me from your piano bench
Save your compliments, don't ask me for pics
Don't call when your wife's away, flirting for kicks
Don't drive by my house when you're on your break
Back off, run along now for goodness sake
I really don't need you to tell me I'm hot
You don't stand a chance, so don't risk what you've got
God knows I'm too friendly, and certainly too nice
I have got to shake off all these lames in my life
My father and uncles they will spare you not
So don't make me call them, abandon this plot
You cannot have me, I'm not for sale
If I have to repeat this, I'll end up in jail
THERE Awaits Me
Alone with my thoughts
It is a hard place to do time
I am on this harrowed journey
Where reason has lost her rhyme
My thought-life emerging
Amidst a few waves of challenging thoughts and inspiration
Pulsating wounds leaking fluids to remind me
I'm alone in this
Though I am often in comfort in solitude
I am aware this is one-sided. A one-dimensional slice of peace
Not nearly what the universe intended
Here lies the gulf; its size a few planets wide
My limbs were never meant to leap this far
I am still required to reach it
Galaxies align in expectation my arriving
No broad-feathered wings to glide nor soar
All I need to find it is within
The Bridge of Infinity, closed until life's winter
No form of transport known to humanity's soul around
Not one detour in existence
Only shortcut I have found is least resistance
Surrender to the path most sound and sane
A coarse path of obstacles and circumstance
The road to THERE is through the sacred corridor of pain
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Don't Like
I don't like unfinished conversations
Nor dishes in the sink
I do love a certain somebody
Well, mostly the way that he thinks
Not liking that mostly he's absent
Doesn't care enough for contact by phone
Like it less that he would be more attentive
But only if I gave him what HEEEEE would like
Hard to like that I'm in love with someone selfish
Far from right, but I cannot deny I do
Saddest truth of all this is he doesn't love ME
I don't like the fact he doesn't even know me
Perhaps you should also know he doesn't like me
I don't like this situation much at all
The gut-wrenching truth is he only wanted to $%#*&!$ me
So it seems his thoughts at this point really stink!
I don't like mess and clutter
But as a mother, it is part of the contract
Don't like it much at all that he hurt me
Yet in a heartbeat, I would welcome him back!
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Intercession
Sweating blood, shedding tears
Eyes lifted up toward the heavens
Standing in the gap for another
Intense emotions that overflow
Powerful spiritual intervention
Connecting strangers and bonding friends
Weeping loudly in supplication
Lying upon the floor with face to the ground
A voice crying out, deep in the wilderness
Forsaking his own needs to bring comfort to a brother
God's love for humanity is clearly seen
In the hour of weakness he sends us a friend
Who will pray down showers of blessings
Heal our hurting hearts to the end
Steadfast and fierce as the lioness
I petitioned our God up above
Undistracted, resigned to my position
Translating their moans with precision
Wrestling with angels on their behalf
Suffering reproach from dark places
Yet, stationary til the job is done..
A calling so few have answered
Only those most sincere would ever go
To the unknown regions of prayer for another
Abandoning needs of their own
Launching out with their swords drawn
Taking on the dark figures waging war
Finding comfort as the last phrase has fallen
Tears begin to dry in an instant
In a whisper, HE confirms HE has heard you
A banner of victory posted upon the soul
Triumph in sight for those you vowed to uphold
An unexpected bonus for diligence is delivered
And your requests also are answered
Though you uttered them not, your burdens are removed.
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