Something sure is happening
in this crazy world of ours
instead of making progress
all we seem to make are wars

Some come down too hard on you
when you're working to fit in
they push away then hold you close
then laugh as you give in

Instead of looking inward
to the nudge of small unease
we have given up our choices
to the ones that loathe the weak

I don't feel like playing mother
my own mom, she taught me well
with all she said, I never heard
her sentence one to hell.

She never taught me rudeness
and she helped me understand
that to go without the peace inside
nothing worth it can be planned .....


..... Sometimes it makes me wonder
when we try to shift the blame
and it's easy now to smile here
as we push away the pain

If I could leave a tiny thing
to the ones who will not bend
I think I'd want to leave them hope
and to show that love won't end.

And if you start to see me
a lone person you don't know
first focus on these images
now just let that rhythm flow

I may not have most answers
we get sick of this excuse
when we question all the hatred
please don't cover up this bruise

Secretly the yearnings come,
the things that break a heart,
give up malice for relief,
when can our healing start?....



Buried For Nothing
....Give a wish into the ear
of a stranger passing by
release those shaky shadows
and unbury all the lies.

(c)8/21/03 MDVS/CSF
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