I would appreciate, if you have the time, to leave me your interpretations of what you read here. I enjoy the many aspects of thought that others have upon reading my poems. I was a young farm child. I moved to a fishing village when I was abut 10 and mother remarried. Somewhere around 12 I guess I was molested by my brother. It took years to realize it wasn't my fault and that what happened was wrong. In those years I found many self destructive habits. A constant through it all however was my desire to write my thoughts and feelings in poems or songs. At 46 I still do this today although the addictions are no longer present. Being able to put my thoughts and feelngs to pen has always made me feel better and sometimes allowed for a bit of healing as well. Three failed marriages and four children later I will continue to write. It may take time but I will try my best to share with you who and what I am.
See me dance, dance for you
Move my arms, my leg
You give me everything
Nothing from you I beg
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Riding through the morning
Risen sun in my eyes
Orange placards warning me
Of ahead what does lie
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I'm telling you please thanks for all that's given
I'm saying please could you spare a little more
And I'm trying hard to live like you expect me
But I lay crying down on the killing floor
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I hurt someone last night
I didn't use a stick
I didn't use a club
I didn't use a knife
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Black holes draw into themselves
matter of time and then they are gone
screaming in fear the light tries to escape
into the Nothing
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