Much Ado About Something

He said trust me I know what you need His voice was Soft Sweet Like something I never heard before That was years ago I believed Unfortunately, I lost my way I longed for his voice I waited I asked him to speak to me He answered He sounded similar but different It did not seem right I waited I kept on talking I did not embrace the silence Did not hear his voice I lost my way… I changed the course I heard his voice Soft Sweet Kind Gentle I followed him I did I was happy I was in the right zone Things changed The situation got to me It got me down I wanted out I asked for a solution I could not hear his voice I pondered I reasoned I gave up I gave in The road was paved with good intentions I changed gears again I surrendered I am free I can hear His voice All the time I am His Forever He knows my every need I trust Him

Beauty is not about the colour of your skin You are... Dusky and gorgeous Fair and beautiful Pimpled and stunning Pockmarked and cute Freckled and impish Tanned and glowing Sweaty and confident Hairy and natural If anyone judges you, don’t you fret darling… You are beautiful Period

Sadness engulfs me I look around nothing has changed I do my bit They chew the chunks of byte It seems settled I am unsettled Do I change the tone? Can I make a difference? Is it possible? Do they hear? Do they understand? Dialogue Changes to a rant Monologue No escape The walls close in on me I change the color Nothing settles Except the unsettled It remains so… This imperfect situation I crave the mountains I cannot think far ahead I crave freedom It evades me I crave solitude It showers its noise I need meaning A new life perhaps Is there an out? How do I change the score? I cannot take this anymore. I set the stage I accept defeat I let them in They choke me They use me They abhor me I know not why I feel so sad Is this what life has in store Impossibilities are many I know Possibilities are more It is a pity they do not take note They do not want to settle the score. A hug here A kiss there Nothing I feel nothing No warmth The...

A Strange Calm Takes Over………. Everyone talks Topics aplenty Differences set aside Time to make amends A welcome change Eerie silence no more Calm has arrived. Discussions galore Appreciation on the cards Laughter fills the air Welcome, cheery overtures Goodbye, dreary undertones Frothing at the mouth over and out Calm conversations on the cards. How DID the situation go awry? Who WAS to blame? Hesitation takes centre stage Why rock the boat Keep the white elephant out Let calm prevail The unsettled, set aside.

Someone tells you to behave yourself and you listen. The same person tells you to sit up straight and you oblige. He chides you for something that you did wrong and you correct yourself. Every wrong move that you make you rectify because he says so, you believe that you were wrong anyway. You obey his every suggestion – you are practically under his thumb. In the earlier days of your courtship, you enjoyed heated debates with each other. No one kept score. Sometimes both agreed to disagree. After a while, you did not see the point of every decision becoming a discussion. The playful sparring (read debates) were unimportant and you found the idea of arguing over a change in the main course ridiculous. You let him take over and ordered what you liked as he looked on lovingly. You basked in his love because he cared for you and he always had your back. The wedding day saw both of you looking your best. You professed your love for each other in the sight of God and man and vowed to be...

They walk away from her They ignore her They ostracize her Should she forgive them? They do not see eye-to-eye They never did They bully her They ridicule her Should she forgive them? They party without her They talk about her They laugh at her They do not respect her Should she forgive them? They spread falsehoods about her They expect her to conform They use her Should she forgive them? The next generation takes potshots at her They made them do it The next generation ignores her They made them do it The next generation ridicules her They made them do it Should she forgive them? They cause her pain They cause her sickness Should she forgive them?

Walked toward the kitchen a couple of days ago and what do I see but some rat droppings on the floor. The sibling and I looked at each other with disgust and the common feeling of oh gosh not again was evident! You see this same shit (uh uh) happened during the renovations and we were super grossed out then and this time too. Oh, crap (some pun stuff here)! We wondered if there was one or a bloody mischief of those rodents around the place. Okay, so it was being productive time - we bought a trap, set the bait, the darn pest scurried away. We cribbed about who let the rat/s in with the usual you did-no you did-you did-no you and… yes I am sure you get the drift. This kind of argument was not getting us anywhere and the rodent(s) was/were in our midst. The next step, based on guidance from the internet, was to follow the trace of the droppings to the nest (if there was one). Those monsters are so slick; they hide in the craziest of places we could not find them. Actually, none of us...