Consider..

if you wonder, really wonder

why

the people from your past

(who have such strong feelings, and seem

to not go away or disappear as you want them to)

rant or rave about what you have done...

perhaps you should consider 'what you have done.'

For it was not always this way for any of us.

We were not bitter, until you made it so.

We were not angry, until you made it so.

Perhaps you should consider 'what you have done',

to hurt enough to set it all into being.

I could see one, but you are leaving a trail of bodies,

tossed behind you on your march through life.

That shows a pattern of destruction.

And ghosts to haunt you.

Always quitting when real work was required to make things right;

giving up

and running to the next to make it all better, replacing.

I should know, been there while you did that.

note

removed the last, it was simply too mean.

k

One Day forgotten

You feared being alone,

so you gave it to me.

Your ego needed boosting,

so you cheated, on me.

You had anger and wanted to hurt,

so you hurt me.

You had fear,

so you ran from me.

You took all the bad and unhappiness,

and blamed it on me.

You took my love

and tore it to pieces,

never caring how many times

my love was thrown away as if it was worthless.

You punished me for loving you,

and I still ask myself why?

You took the good and buried it

in your mind, smothered by the bad you created.

Making everything that was right wrong

so your next excuse was ready to be used.

How can someone so smart do so many

dumb ass things?

I still ask myself that as well.

My waiting for your next shot designed to tear apart our love,

and you waiting to deliver it.

One day in a parked car in Culpepper

Our life together held so much promise,

but it was conveniently forgotten by you.

It was much easier to run away.

And pretend nothing good ever happened.

You hold onto to bad memories like gold,

and discard the treasures in the trash.

Regardless to what you say about your now,

it too will someday be a part of your past.

A house built on Pain

There is a curse

(I'll explain in this verse)

that comes to people

who hurt others to get what

is believed to be needed.

And though they were warned,

they set out to scorn,

and dispute the warnings,

which go on unheeded.

The so called reward,

they welcome aboard,

and said 'curse' is

stowed away and ignored.

The seed is well sown,

it's blackness becomes known,

as it wriggles and tangles

their lives.

What once was a dream,

is not what it seemed,

but instead a roof patched with lies.

As time weathers all,

what once held in thrall,

becomes a hole that lets in the rain.

The dream now transforms,

no longer golden and warm,

changed beyond what was attained;

now it has become justice,

a tarnished medal presented

to those that hurt others

to seek their own personal gain.

Dream become nightmare,

the 'reward' now morphs

to a curse of hundredfold pain;

and though much denied, a word to the wise,

they have only themselves to blame.

Honor

Honor is not a thing to be dismissed or forgotten.

It is the strength that binds our souls.

The rightness of being that sends shadows

that would corrupt us fleeing.

Without it we are lost;

wandering forever empty, searching

for fulfillment.

A vessel to be filled,

but with what?

Sacrifice your honor for no one,

for without it you are one of the lost.

~k