splinter

[creativesoul]

when the thing that broke me
happened, i thought it was a good day to die= i never wanted to delve into deeper darker waters i barely made it out of...
my family still thinks my emotional cut off from them
is about something else
i will never bother to clear it up
our language is so different
my mother is a wanna be southern bell in washington dc
a recovering actress, and a woman with no life without a husband
i was the warrior of my family
they slithered away from anything real
my father is a has been actor selling a book he wrote
that makes my children and i laugh
no one caught me when i fell
i hid in places when i was a young woman
to avoid danger
then i got a little tougher, a little nuttier,
and they left me alone. the street people taught me tricks in the sidelines...
when i looked like a woman, i got married, having little idea of what that meant, i knew about the dress, but the toasters and blenders were a surprise
people asked if we were going to have a child
i knew when i looked at him he was not the father of my children
was it sleeping in covered parking lots that gave me this sight
that made dellusions run and hide
i could be a scary crazy person too=
when i met the father of my children i knew things about him, but i could never see his face
now i see it all the time, in my sons...
when i broke, when my soul lay fractured
i had to put the pieces back in slowly
they brought ideas and distinctions to my romantic notions of long love and faith
still-in the quiet of a fire on the beach
a fire burning from the night before
i gathered wood watched the sun come up
and it felt like the spirit world was saying "sit with me awhile"

[justwalt]

sit... awhile... in spirit years????

how many lifetimes is that?

[creativesoul]

dont know what is ahead, i just know it will be good

[snowman]

sitting
reading
liking
you pack a novel of lifetimes in one small poem

[saw]

as always your work is saturated with honesty and yearning to know more.....a steady drive that pulls me along as I feel the tension unfold into a determined hope that soothes the soul.....I like your natural style, c-soul....it's often only through adversity that one takes that scary plunge to find out who the hell they really are....enjoyed the layers........

[creativesoul]

when that dark place got triggered
she got lost
couldnt tell where north is, used to wake up to the sun
the street urchin says
the hooker says her time is money and has no patience
the wife, is always waitng for him to get off work
the sex addict has already plotted to obsess on today\every movement like a male ballerina=
scuplted male perfection
all of the circus is in town
the favored, the blessed, the hungry, the sick, and the rich and beautiful--not many in that bracket....many walk with me on this journey
loking into the soul
is not something i signed up for
or did i?
been known to express myself abit differently
thank you it is an honor to be a part of this-alohaALOHA