Let Your Heart Breathe

LET YOUR HEART BREATHE

You may think the heart is broken

You may think there’s nothing there

Like the artwork in the woodgrain

Of the cabinet downstairs

And the memories, you don’t see them

Because – they are not your own

Sometimes a broken heart it isn’t broken

It still growing…

And looking for its home

Let your heart breathe in…

Let your heart breathe out…

Fill it full of love…

Until it’s spilling out…

Let your heart breathe in…

And build a family…

Let your heart breathe out…

And let the love in you…

Let the love run free

They were young and foolish

That’s what her daddy said

But she didn’t listen then

And so she raised her family instead

As the years they separated

Life, it just kept creeping on

Until the day she saw a heart there

On the cabinet door…

Then in her heart, she longed…

Let your heart breathe in…

Let your heart breathe out…

Fill it full of love…

Until it’s spilling out…

Let your heart breathe in…

And build a family…

Let your heart breathe out…

And let the love in you…

Let the love run free

Grandpa push me higher

Grandpa push me more

Grandpa serve the cookies

And if you like then you can pour

Mommy, please come join us

Here are some cookies and some tea

I sure love my grandpa – He’s the best

He’s my family…

Let your heart breathe in…

Let your heart breathe out…

Fill it full of love…

Until it’s spilling out…

Let your heart breathe in…

And build a family…

Let your heart breathe out…

And let the love in you…

Let the love run free

Let your heart breathe in…

Let your heart breathe out…

Fill it full of love…

Until it’s spilling out…

Let your heart breathe in…

And build a family…

Let your heart breathe out…

And let the love in you…

Let the love run free

Mist… a poem

Mist

Photo courtesy of Victoria Jordan

 

MIST

Rarely seen the ethereal mist

Migrating bands of souls.

Lost in a world forever lost to them

To drift over maize fields of gold.

Caught in a moment,

Obsolescent bonds,

Forever and ever adrift.

The rush to evolve into glorious dawn

Unseen, unfettered and swift.

Yet here on outskirts of earth’s mortal dwellings

Where nature’s feral offspring dance,

Is captured a scene

Over tassels and green

Of this eerily, wandering happenstance.

A Crystal Heart… A song of loss

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A CRYSTAL HEART

There’s a subtlety in her smile

That can brighten the gloomiest of days.

And that sparkle in her eyes

Can chase the blues away.

But did you know

That underneath

There’s heartache and there’s pain?

She hides it well –

Never to tell –

When will it be too late…?

 

Inside she’s crying…

A struggle deep…

The pages of her life are torn.

While her broken heart still beats.

Screaming –no one hears her…

Inside a battle roars…

Be gentle with a crystal heart.

The cracks can hold no more…

 

Another day…

Another smile…

Another putting on the mask.

For those who need her for awhile.

They don’t know and they don’t ask.

Never do they ponder why.

Is it fate or destiny?

That makes her want hide her eyes

Before anyone can see…

 

Inside she’s crying…

A struggle deep…

The pages of her life are torn.

While her broken heart still beats.

Screaming, but no one hears her…

Inside a battle roars…

Be gentle with a crystal heart.

The cracks can hold no more…

 

Too late did we notice.

Lost forevermore.

Signs, we never saw them,

Now we’re saddened to the core.

What would she have us learn from this?

Oh, memories of her smile.

Goodbye now — goodbye kiss…

Goodbye for awhile.

 

Inside she’s crying…

A struggle deep…

The pages of her life are torn.

While her broken heart still beats.

Screaming, but no one hears her…

Inside a battle roars…

Be gentle with a crystal heart.

The cracks can hold no more…

Oh please…

Be gentle with a crystal heart.

The cracks can hold no more…

The Strand… a poem

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THE STRAND

I may be a lowly strand,

But I am not alone.

For as you see,

Through twists and turns,

My strength is not my own.

The years I spent in adolescence

Did my body good.

The mind and heart and the man within

Learned lessons — as he should.

You see, as age progressed in me

The wiser I became.

The twists and turns upon my life

Are God’s lessons in life’s game.

Now, I look around me

And I see a massive rope.

Were I a strand alone in this

My life would have no hope.

I’m surrounded by many others,

I call family and friends.

Occasionally, there’s a knot here and there,

But more strength for me in the end.

So, look around and do assess

The rope that you’ve become.

For though you are a lowly strand

There is strength within your sum.

Heartstrings… a song

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HEARTSTRINGS

When she ran into the house

From school that day.

She went straight into her bedroom

Without a single word to say.

And momma gave her time

To cry it out.

She knew her heart was broken,

But she didn’t know just how.

 

Highschool it can be a cruel, cruel place.

Adolescence to adulthood

Friendships falling every day.

She likes him, but he no longer likes her.

She used to be my best friend,

Not my best friend anymore.

 

Then her momma said:

 

Your heart will heal…

So, dry your eyes…

Heartstrings, they can be repaired,

So, hold your head up high.

And if you fall

You know that I’ll be there.

To help pick up the pieces

And tune your heartstrings…

To find your love out there.

 

Momma, I can’t take this anymore…

She said, crying on phone,

While staring out the door.

With bloodshot eyes

Her world falling apart.

Alone in her apartment

How do I fix my heart?

 

This path I’m on just keeps breaking my heart down.

Relationships falling apart

With every boy I’ve found.

Momma, why can’t I find my prince?

I try so hard,

And get it wrong.

What is the consequence?

 

Your heart will heal…

So, dry your eyes…

Heartstrings, they can be repaired,

So, hold your head up high.

And if you fall

You know that I’ll be there.

To help pick up the pieces

And tune your heartstrings…

To find your love out there.

 

Time, it marches forward

And now she’s watching her girls grow.

Middle school and high school

Time no longer passes slow.

One day her oldest daughter

Ran crying to her room and to her bed.

Remembering so clearly

Momma’s words within her head…

 

And then she said:

 

Your heart will heal…

So, dry your eyes…

Heartstrings, they can be repaired,

So, hold your head up high.

And if you fall

You know that I’ll be there.

To help pick up the pieces

And tune your heartstrings…

Yes, to help pick up the pieces

And tune your heartstrings…

To find your love out there.

 

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Crackers… a very silly poem

Cracker

CRACKERS

I found some cracks in my crackers.

Please, tell me what it means.

Is it the sign of things to come?

Is it the nightmare of my dreams?

Who would have perpetrated such a hateful deed?

Cracking up my crackers…

That’s just mean!

That’s obscene!

Were I to do the same to you,

What reaction would I get?

Would you storm into my office?

Would you want to crack my head?

Over some stupid crackers,

You had stored in Tupperware.

Maybe you just packed too much,

And burped out too much air.

Oh wait, I can see now

The irony in this.

My crackers will still taste the same.

And for this – I am remiss.