A Bit Of Me

QUOTE
While we are living in the present, we must celebrate life every day, knowing that we are becoming history with every work, every action, every deed.
MATTIE J.T. STEPANEK
American Poet
1990-2004
A Bit of Me

The walk I took on Tuesday
Having may have been my last
Became a part of history
A figment of my past

The conversation with my mom
Though it was somewhat contrary
Will remain a piece of one day
Though it was quite ordinary

The poems I wrote the past few days
Might not mean much to most
But it is a part of me now
If that's all that I can boast

The love I've known still lingers
The hate I try to shed
As each day becomes my vivid past
When I retire to my bed

Marian
July 28, 2011

Who I Remember

I choose to remember the freckled face Little Leaguer & Cub Scout and not what became of him...
~~
QUOTE
SEEING PEOPLE CHANGE ISN'T WHAT HURTS. WHAT HURTS IS REMEMBERING WHAT THEY USED TO BE.
~Author Unknown~
Who I Remember
　
Squeaky wheels on a little trike
They never get the grease
Inward cries of the tortured types
Their pain will never ease
　
Freckled face and giddy smiles
Of the one I used to know
After years and many miles
Where did he ever go?
　
Little soldiers and simple games
Occupied his hours
Now alcohol and drugs of pain
Had his weak will overpowered
　
The man is gone, life took its toll
His soul he had to sell
The young man with such simple goals
Is who I'd rather remember well
　
His grave and marker are far away
But his memory with me is fresh
I see him in the better days
And in peace I hope he rests
　
Marian
July 29, 2011
Remembering my brother,
Donald Philip Dixon II
March 25, 1952-July 29, 2002

Don't Die With Sins Hanging Over Your Head

Don't Die With Sins Hanging Over Your Head

Put your life in order, you must
Make right the deeds that will tarnish your memory
Death may come before you've proven the trust
It is something that will live on for thee


They will mourn you for awhile, you see
Nothing you did will surface that day
But after you're buried under that prying tree
It will sit in judgement as in death you will pay


When your cold body has turned to dust
How you regarded people who befriended you
It will surface that you betrayed their trust
And manipulated through friendship what was never true


The mourners will have walked away
Your memory will fade in their hearts and minds
But the people you betrayed are here to stay
It is harder to forget the sins in time


Whispering voices tell of things you'd done
Of the ways you found to manipulate
Loving memories will come to none
And once adoring people shall not mourn your fate


Don't die with sins hanging over your head
You never know when the reaper is creeping
Make right the sins before you're dead
So for eternity you are not alone and sleeping


Marian
July 30, 2011

You Called Yourself A Friend

You Called Yourself A Friend?

Those smiles seemed so real
Now I am left with wounds that refuse to heal
Your friendship seemed so genuine
What was it about you that drew me in?

I had little to share, but I did
While your lying side remained well hid
My heart was open to the taking
How was I to know what you were faking

You are the lucky one to have left behind
The remnants of your devious mind
I am here to mourn the loss of a friend
And accept what you did, I'll never mend

Maybe it is true all sins are forgotten
But even when the deeds were oh so rotten?
It is accpetable to hurt your enemy
But to hurt a friend as you did to me?

Sadness is revealed in many ways
It comes in anger on some dreary days
I have to live with how I feel for awhile
Now you've moved on in Heavenly style

Marian
July 30, 2011

Broken Trust

Broken Trust

Death brings sadness and reverence
And temporaily all sins are forgotten
Though the life was filled with inconsistancy
Their heart not being one we would fully see

Decietful deeds of the past get buried that day
Those cheated must accept it as being that way
It is impossible to fight an onward spirit
When those who loved her refuse to hear it

Now stuck with pieces of a shattered life
I am left behid to deal with the strife
And what is due me is forever lost
Blind friendship is how I paid the cost

Left now are me and my suspicious mind
A once open heart, only good to find
But you can not fight the one who lied
She escaped it all the day she died

Marian
July 30, 2011