The screen pops open and in they walk
Throwing rocks with vulgar talk.
They never touch her,screams not heard.
The verbal damage and violent words.
Worse then punches,black and blues.
They fade away,but those words never do.
She try’s to let it roll off her back.
But after time you start to crack.
Bullies of every kind.
Hide behind screens,using texts and slang.
How is that any different then fist fighting gangs?.
Time we stand and take our words.
Turn them into laws that can be heard.
Maybe if we do it will save some lives.
From the bullies that use words as knives.
I build walls,I trust few. I’m always looking for the shoe to fall. for someone to have a problem and then there is an uncomfortable way between us. It never fails I asked my therapist with this last bullshit and I was stunned it was not me. It was or is them. I will never second guess myself again ever.
so now I move on with my head held high and the knowledge that some people just are not happy unless they are busy putting their two cents in, so to those that feel I’m a crappy sister or a friend that is to emotional, or a person that likes to let people know what they mean to them. Well then if you can’t be an adult and understand there is a lot you do I don’t like either but I have the respect to keep quiet. I was told not to befriends with this one person who is a great person. just to find out they Are pals now At 50 high school is way the hell over.
Thank you for my girls , my friends that care about me deeply, my Layla, my son in-laws, my significant other ( looks weird writing boyfriend at 50) my fur babies and all those I love and care about. It going to be scary this next year but I’m up to it because I have you all.
Congratulations you won a time machine. Now in this day and age we all would look at the person as if they had two heads. But it’s fifteen years from now and science has moved along greatly and a time machine was developed.
Now it on average is about half a million dollars,so winning one is a big deal.you decide to accept the prize pay Uncle Sam a lot in taxes ( remember not a damn thing is really free),
One Saturday it arrives at your house.here we go you read the contracts and realize you only get one trip per family member that’s it.
Now it is on what are you gonna do? I know the exact day,date,time,what I was wearing the weather of that night. Now it would be heaven and the person who I would send myself to would be happy. There are a couple of issues. My girls would be little again and back in school( they would hire a hit man). And there may never be my son in-laws or the biggest of them all her royal Miss Moonpie baby beans. Layla.
But in all I would still take the risk. I would have to make sure my girls still did what they did the dates they met their guys so all that would fall in place. How are you.? Would you go back? Would the loss of other things or people be too much? Or would you jump in set the date and go back.
I’m not any title in the music world. Just a fan. But It does cross my mind. Does an artist in today’s music world miss out on what the artists that paved the way experienced?. Or do they have it were they pay their dues in a different way? Let me explain.
A new band or artist in the early days really experienced every part of the music world from writing a song to the corporate side of it. This is why you read so many autobiographies of an artist that lost his or her fortune.
They did what they were told in the beginning and questioned
little, worked like a dog writing songs,traveling If you were in a group,band splitting the earnings, Booking gigs Creating and everyone agreeing on an album cover .what songs will be played on side A and what songs get cut. Then traveling for the tour doing press and trying to stay alive through it all.
Would you want to be an artist back then or now? Lawyers,laws that are in place that protect a little better than back then. Machines that can fix up your voice your skills . So you don’t sound like five cats with their tails caught under a rocking chair. But oh the feeling of the vinyl albums in your hands and seeing a sea of fans wearing the record art on a shirt.
For me even though when I read the founding musicians books on their early days. Fights, getting ripped off. I would want to be an artist back then. Experiencing the good, the bad and the ugly .
I mean could you imagine “The Doors” or “Aerosmith” on a show like say “We want to be a band”?. Haaaa aha oh my they would have to call 911 The producers and such would be ducking flying furniture every taping of a show.
I’m not saying an artist has it easy today in anyway. Don’t misunderstand it is hard work to be an artist in any decade.
I’m grateful for all the music we have. Look at the way we get to experience concerts now and hear a song.
And everyone has a story.But wow the stories of the artists and the days gone by. I know I’m grateful to have been born when some of the bands were just starting. Anyway you toss it. I’m grateful for all music all artists and all the people that make it so I can lay back ,put my head phones on and hear ” Leather and Lace”.
The phone has rung off the hook.
Can you believe it as voices shook
Never seen it coming
Some say they did
Who are they talking about?.
I know I still want to live.
But say it was and you realize your gone.
We’re your affairs in order?
Do they even know your favorite songs.
More important your relationships
We’re you liked,tolerated still had a lot to give?
God comes first waiting for you,
How will you answer for the things that you do?
Judging others,thinking your better.
Being spiteful,threatening or just a forgeter.
A person that’s motto is “well just forget you”
Now will people make that statemebnt true.
Will they forgive
And pay their respects.
Or say “well I just don’t give a heck”
Not saying we all have to fill a stadium
To the max
Maybe some want a small little gathering
With just respect.
In the end God decides our fate.
And where we end up when we pass through those gates.
It’s still sad though when the feeling is dry,
And no one would show to say goodbye,
Note:This poem is about fifteen years old. Not current or having to do with anyone in my life
You didn’t have to hide.
You didn’t have to lie.
You made a fool of yourself nobody else
I would have let you go.
Nobody is worth a loveless show.
What hurts Now is I know.
But cannot question you.
So for all I know chances are it’s not true.
But I know her,all to well.
We have become good friends.
I cannot go through this again.
I’m sure everyone thinks.
They know what it’s about
It’s not what you think or know
But I won’t hold on to it
I’ll just let it go.
She hears the music coming on.
“Mimi play” she toddies along.
I can’t get the song in fast enough.
This is her rock her music her loving stuff.
When she was born illness was in charge.
I felt like this tiny baby was fighting an illness twice as large.
Hooked to tubes ans needles prick,”God why did you make my grand baby sick”?
Oh I was angry, furious ,words I cannot write.
He and I had a screaming fight,,all one-sided .
But I didn’t care I knew he heard me,I knew he was there.
look I said “I have done a lot of things and you made sure I got mine with every swing”
I would watch people I knew do worse , yet it seemed they never pay.
But I guess that’s for you to do on judgement day
I started playing music to soothe baby beans.
And she responded with such energy it was a Mimi’s dream.
Today she has music instruments of every kind.
A signed harmonica by Mr. Tyler that is mine.
Someday will be left to her beautiful hands.
Maybe someday she will start a band.
I know our Lord has forgiven me.
For freaking out and letting me be.
I know he hears me and won’t let me down.
Music is always playing somewhere around.
I know she will be a strong girl.
With music very much in her world.
Fleetwood Mac, Many bands along with
God she has music in her hands .
Thank you GOd for this baby girl.
The music and people that make it
And fill this world!!!