Mirror, Mirror..

Reflection on a still silver glaze
shining back the image of a beautiful face.
The 'princess' picture fades away
as she opens her mouth with blasphemies
to say.
Pouting, shrieking, temper of a shrew,
her noise places her age around two.
Beauty that resides only on her skin
blinds some men to the ugliness within.
Women who behave like children I fear,
push the cause for equality back a
hundred years.

k~*

--and yes, I see this type of behavior
from the 'beautiful' or 'pretty' ones
quite often. They believe that their
faces or figures should buy them
anything they want. All they have
to do is pout like a child, or have a
hissy fit to get their way. Is it really worth
it? (directed to men) To have someone on
your arm that makes you feel like you have
won a prize? What about when she makes you
cringe in anger or embarrassment
when trying to get her way?
Someday that beauty will fade and all that is
left will be....the part that makes you cringe.

Poser

Coming cloaked as a friendly visitor,
Ulterior motives unknown.
Saying one thing
and meaning another.
Weird self-gratification,
that is frankly disturbing.
False smiles, fake praise,
for your own twisted reason.
Not really welcome here anymore.
 You are Better off hanging out with
colorful fictional characters.
I can do well enough without your
unwanted and unneeded head games.
Suspected, but I had hoped I was wrong,
still as warped as ever.
k

Decisions

Decisions...
sometimes they reward us in ways
we never expect them to.
sometimes they come back to
bite us in the ass.
Usually hard to make,
definitely hard to break.
Funny when they take us,
to places we never thought we would be.

k

Open thoughts

I'm wondering...
If people truly projected what it is
they are thinking,
just imagine how many poor choices
could be avoided.
It is the mask that deceives.
Words of total honesty, though sometimes painful
would change our direction,
and plot a different course
in our lives.

**Please note, this poem was NOT directed at any particular person. I was merely making an observation about people in general. You can gaze into any friend, loved one or strangers eyes and you will never know how their brain actually works, what they are honestly thinking. My observation was that if you could eliminate the guess work it would be like opening a window, a revelation. On the other hand, some thoughts would be better left unsaid, especially the ones that hurt someone.

Sorry, my mind was on overdrive I guess..maybe I think too much, lol.
k

Moving On

Quiet here in my small abode,
perhaps the calm before the icy winds.
Time to think, time to rest,
to recharge before the work week begins.

Addressed to one who fails
to understand,
my request was for
peace to come to us both.

For me to move on
your small hits have to end.
This does not mean I cannot
ask a simple question.

There was nothing personal
in my note,
just a return of one small item.
Not too much to ask of you.

I wonder if you are angry,
because it's clear now that I was not
there to take, but to give.
To help not just me, but us, have a better way to live.

I know now that staying
would have broken my heart over and over again.
Real change would never have happened,
you could not be my constant lover or a best friend.

I understand your cruelty
though I wish it did not have to be.
You knew you'd never change
and that alone would have meant more damage to me.

The anniversary of our death has come and gone,
and I have passed needing you anymore.
You are quite safe to play your role
behind someone else's door.

Peace,
k

PS: This is what you wanted, right? Me no longer hanging on...your wish of the
past year has been granted..all it took was some time for me to distance myself
from our past.

Just go away

You don't love me,
You never did love me,
So please just go away.

Why linger around
dredging up feelings,
making me linger on yesterday?

If you let me be, I might
surprise you,
And write only about what is to be.

Leave the past behind,
work on my present;
and never again remember
there ever was a you and me.

k

My Simple Life (on both blogs)

As it seems even distancing myself from the blogs
has had no effect, I am entering this note
in response.

r-- You  Just cannot stay away. I see your hits.

Is this the little boy in you
that pokes wounded animals with a stick?
What do you think I am going to say anyway?
 What great mystery unveiled?
What sort of statement would  I make here that "really" concerns you?
Why come by to rubberneck when I do not matter?

 I have a simple life...that is what you left me.... (Me and the whopping bill from the IRS.)
I don't go out, I cannot afford to. I pay only what I can afford, the basic bills, which sometimes
leaves me about $20,(if that) in the bank before payday.
 I don't believe I want to even think of setting myself up for more hurt
by starting any new relationship, that would be very unfair to whomever they might be.
And as I've come to realize that I am unlucky at love,
avoiding it seems a good idea.

 I wonder..I thought I was helping us, instead I was just helping you. I wonder if you feel any guilt, or just celebration?  If I had never helped you, I would not owe them a dime right now.
And where would you be? That's a good question.
 You sat there and let it happen, knowing in your heart you would not stand beside me.
 That I was just a way to get back to where you wanted to go,
and you killed time waiting to make me disappear.
Where is your guilt? Where is your conscience?

Oh! That's right...I stole from you...by paying bills we incurred together.
I am such a thief.
That's probably why you keep dropping by.

k

Taking Some time away

I'm taking some time away,
Until I figure just what I really want to say.


I am taking a sabbatical from the blogs for a while. I am not sure of what the time frame will be. I'd like to turn things around here and I am not sure how to do it just yet. I am not leaving because of someone else's wishes, this is my choice to take a breather. I intend to write the old fashioned way (on paper, with a pen! LOL!) until I am ready to come back.
For any real fans of my blog out there, I do appreciate your visits, and I shall return.

Hugs,
K

***17 times in one week? Lord, you really are a Super Goober. Have fun with that.***

Someday My Prince will come

If Someday my Prince will come,
it will be on a noble charger. (but definitely not a Dodge)
I will find someone to love, and he will find like in kind.
His gaze will stir embers back to life
long believed buried.
His smile will be a journey of discovery,
and His arms a safe haven.
 Our dreams a journey to be shared...
If someday my prince should come.

k

Yes, You.

After re-reading some older correspondence from You,
I really gotta wonder...
why??!
You were quite clear that YOU have no interest in what happens
to Me.
YOU, hold No guilt because of your own actions.
YOU have no desire or fear of Me being still apart of your life.
If that is true, then YOU should have no problem
in being able to stop following
my blogs.
The End,
you stupid twit.
Yes, You.


For further enlightenment read Simply a Life, "Strange as it seems."
k

Why follow?

Why do you follow, when you no longer care?
What need is fulfilled by looking over your shoulder at me?
Are you waiting for absolution?

Or a line that I write that will substantiate your decisions?
It's not there, and it will not be found
in words strung together on my pages.

It is obvious to me that my subconscious
is holding on tightly..even if my conscious thoughts
say otherwise.
I am still looking for a way to make it stop
bringing you back to my dreams.
I hope to someday succeed.

But...I do not go looking for you.
I don't ask my mind to go on replay,
it seems to do that on it's own.

So..is it morbid curiosity or guilt
that keeps bringing you back?
Why follow? Your path is in a different direction,
your choices have already long been made.

k

Loving Someone

Why do we love, or chose not to love?
What draws us and keeps us enthralled?
Is it the way their smile touches our heart?
Is it a special look in their eyes that is meant just for you?
Or is it instead, that same look, same smile that
still after time makes our hearts do a flip, and an
answering smile touches our lips?

Is it the very core of anothers beliefs, their strength,
their integrity, their honor...
their ability to share the dreams of one and make it a dream
shared by two?
To be part of a pair in which each lifts the other up,
to become more, and never found unworthy,
or purposely abandoned.;
never taking without giving back.

There is a magic that occurs when it is meant to be...
it cannot be forced, it just happens.

That is what I wait for...
the chance to once again love another
and share lives no longer lonely,
but as a couple;
 loving someone who stands beside you, no matter what,
and who would not leave out of weakness
or fear.
Because in loving each other you give
each other strength and also the knowledge
that they will always be there to love you,
stand by you.
And Love, is really all you need.
(The Beatle's had it right.)

k