How's the Weather?

Hope is blue sky for our future together,
Hoping for the good warmer weather,
That the sun will shine more oft than not
I see a cloud forming and fear being caught!

A dark little cloud, joined by another,
in the corner of the sky, eek, another...
The sky is blue and the sun is warm,
I hope we're not expecting a thunder storm...

What kind of climate do I find myself in?
This is uncharted land; I don't know what's been.
I love the warmth and sun, but what to expect?
On the storms we've each experienced I reflect...

Those gathering clouds, three in three days...
I wonder how long we'll feel the sun's rays
Before we're douced, drop at a time,
Is this another slippery slope to climb?

Those gathering clouds make me nervous,
And I wonder what will become of us,
I know we'll be together, through sun and rain,
I'm just hoping my heart won't get crushed again.

I don't think I can handle another hurricane,
I've worked too hard to heal from my pain.
No love is strong enough to make up for hell...
Solid love on solid ground would do us both well.

Yes the seasons will come and go,
This is life, the way it is, I know.
There will be the flow of up and down
Times we'll smile, and times we'll frown.

I just hope that the climate we've got...
Involves more sunny calm weather than not.
Hold me through the storms; we'll get through,
If you give me your best, and my best is for you.

Plan B

"If this doesn't work, I'll give you a call.
If I can't work it out, then on you I'll fall...
Your are plan B, I like you a lot.
I will want you if I can't keep what I've got.
Stay on the hook, I'll call here and there,
To keep you on your toes, hoping you still care..."

It's been months since we spoke, he called today.
I told him about my Love, and sent him on his way.
"I don't ever want to have a plan B.
So have a nice life, and please don't call me."

I win

The cards are dealt, and with each one, it doesn't look that good.
I thought about folding and just living that way, but I understood,
That this was my only shot, one chance to win the bet.
I put my energy in because I knew there was hope yet.
What can you do with a seven and a two, I waited for the "flop",
A king, a queen and a two, off-suit, is what was dropped.
A pair of twos, I thought to myself, I guess I'll do alright,
Yet I knew that it wouldn't do much good and still I'd have to fight.
When the call came around, I laid more money down,
Suddenly I was all in...
And what comes through but a seven and a two...
and with my new full house- I WIN!

Through the Fire

Gold is purified through heat,
So much that the gold melts,
And when it becomes hot enough,
The dross comes up to the surface
And only then can it be removed.
They say when gold is purest,
You can see through it when it pours.

I am going through the fire,
And there is a lot of dross...
Hotter and hotter the fire burns
The more I suffer, more comes to the top
And it is removed and corrected,
Bad patterns removed as they come up...

Leaving me with a see through spirit,
At last I see who I am, uncluttered...
I see for myself, for the first time ever...
I am boiling, soon to be cooled,
And more beautiful than I have ever been.

Taking Action

Dirt falls, dirt falls, and then some more,
Over the stuff I don't want to explore
If I bury it here, I'll be alright,
I'll feel okay with my pain out of sight.

Sweep, sweep, sweep it under the rug,
But there's a lump growing, too much to lug.
If it's swept aside, the wrong done goes away
Sweep it under here, and face another day.

Splash, Splash, kerplunk, there it all goes,
The non-action got dumped in the lake
The fish may die and the earth may quake,
But if it's under water, it'll be gone from sight,
And that will make it, that'll make it alright.

Shhhh! Don't tell about the death in the closet,
Better to pretend that we have never met,
Don't discuss it or someone will get upset,
Keep the body in the closet and don't dare tell!

...Um, I don't think I'll consent to this hell.

Better to do the work and deal with the pain.
Better to take a loss to be able to gain,
Better to clean that muck from under the rug
Better to repair the hole I dug,
Better to excavate the lake and deal,
Deal with the blame right at my heals,
Better to call authorities about the closet,
And accept what ever blame I may get...

At least I won't have a dead guy in my closet,
murdered fish in my lake, a lump in my floor,
or burried pain to come back to haunt me...
You can't force me your way any more,
I insist!
.....I
..........WILL
.......................BE
................................FREE!

Volcano

People see me from far away,
I am a rock reaching to the sky!
Tall and stable, firm and cool...
I am a mountain, I stand alone!

They don't see past the surface.
They see snow and plantlife,
They see a place to build and control.
What they don't see is the heat.

They don't see my connection
To the core of the world,
They don't see my anger welling
But they may feel me quake...

They ask questions like "how's that for you?"
They have no idea the degree of pain
No understanding of my choices,
Only judgement based on the lies handed down

I'm a rock, a mountain covered with snow...
Cool and stable for those depending on me...
But my whole life is about to blow apart,
And it's way, way past time for that.

So give me the evil eye if you wish to,
Tell yourself another lie if it suits you,
But don't blame me when you are forced to see,
The thing you rooted for was such evil to me.

BJJ

Sweat pours and adrenaline rushes,
Every muscle working to protect myself,
Rolling, escaping, capturing, breathing...
Waiting for opportunity and trying hard,
To keep from making mistakes...

Breathing heavy and energy so low,
Pop once, twice, and there I go,
And again, here we roll, each one of us
Trying to get the better of the other...
It's a struggle but we are friendly,
What we do now may determine
Life or death on the streets someday,
So we roll and we tap, and we learn.

Poetic Soul

A poetic soul works through turmoil by writing it out,
As an artist throws colors of black, brown and red,
As a sculptor cuts and scrapes and gouges,
As design is coaxed out by a welder's torch,
As a child role plays with toys and acts out the issue,
As a powerless woman cries and prays and does her best...

A poetic soul expresses joy through words,
As an artist paints with rainbows...
As a sculptor smooths and finalizes his work,
As a welder polishes his masterpiece...
As a child dances gleefully in a field of grass...
As a powerless woman finally realizes how much power she really possesses and finds her freedom!

Surrounded... (a bit different, I know)

The Army of Shadows covers the hill just yonder: Lead by General Spite, a soldier named Hate, a soldier named Deceit, along with Resentment, Bitterness, Immorality, Self-indulgence, Unstable, Stalker, Corrupt, Hurt and his twin Hurtful, and Blameful, along with many more.
A dark and intimidating army; huge pumped up soldiers with spikes protruding from their armor and obvious blood thirst in their roar as they charge at me into the battlefield...

...I stand strong with my Army of Hope: with General Freedom leading a soldier named Love, a soldier named Honesty, along with Chosen Integrity, Light, Consideration, Forgiveness, Peace, Self-discovered and her twin, Self-caring (who replaced Self-sacrificing after she was lost in the last battle against the Army of the Shadows)...

...The evil Ex's Army of Shadows is bigger; but I also have the support of Romance, Song, Cheeriness, and countless other troops willing to do what ever is necessary to support me (and I am SO thankful for them). My armor isn't white any more, and it's a bit dinged up but it still shines when ever I smile in the face of these circumstances.

The two armies face off in the valley. Swords clash and darkness falls all over the valley, but I am confident that my army will prevail because if a light is bright enough, it will greatly lessen the shadows... or perhaps just make them darker and more obscure, chasing them away. Either way, I'm sure victory will be mine and though this battle is necessary to move forward, I SO await celebrating it's end!

Stepping stones

All the yesterdays, good and bad,
All the joy and pain we have had,
Every minute that tick-tocked by,
Every season, each day and night,
Are what brought us here, all the way,
To this very moment on this very day.

A road of pain and sorrow I have travelled,
Watching in horror as my dreams unravelled,
Watching my barn burn right to the ground,
And after all that, this is what I've found:
Every moment of pain, it wasn't known-
Each tear, every prayer, was a stepping stone

Just another, yet another step in time
To get me to where I am, here with you,
To bring me to the joy that was worth it all...
And here we are, a warm embrace,
Looking into the deep sea of your eyes...
Having grown and discovered life, this surprise-
A true love with a strong foundation...
The stepping stones lead me right up to you.
All the yesterdays, all the pain and sorrows,
Are measures against the joy of all our tomorrows,
And I will savor each one...