Reflections: Scars
Scars made up of moments and sticked high with the feelings created from the ripped tissued that causes the scar. For me the beginning of the scar came in being born. I grew up the tomboy wondering why life seemed so lonely. New music records would still my soul with the hours of laying in front of the stereo memorizing the lyrics.

It was as if my little world was safer as I would concentrate on Johnny Cash singing or of Course Elvis, also musicals which were my favorite. Growing up in the smallest,poorest town in Northern Iowa being compared to others in my mind. They never saw my turmoil being stuck in their straight world. Never attending Prom or Home coming. That pain scarred me till I emerged at 40 proudly announcing to all that were near the "Yes, I am gay!" Seems funny looking back at all the people who cared nothing that for the first time in my life I was at peace. I found that in writing poetry like my words flowing from my fingertips,scars become less deep.

Nothing's Concrete
Nothings. concrete
pain runs deep like a underground river,
poverty kept to those of us that suffer,
people who govern the world care nothing,
jobs kept by those that have them,
they choose to see nothing of us seeking,
seeking employment a chance to again stand,
people who knew you in years before look but don't see,
why is that?,
I seek for two years employment while walking lame,
I don't want to struggle poor achieving nothing in life,
I dream of tooth paste, shampoo even to buy a?,
Whatever it is ? food stamps can't buy it,
Warm food is illegal with them,
Did you know that?
I roam the street longing to live,
Will it happen ?
Nothing is Concrete,

Touched
wanting to be touched fill the afternoon,
thoughts of holding a friend,
loving the sounds that erupt from her soul,
I dream of holding your words in my mind,
I think of life times spent searching for you,
your hand in mine,
calm seas smooth sailing,
no more complications,
safe in my minds eye, sea gulls drifting,
by on warm tropical breezes,
eagles soaring above the blue ridge,
contentment, no storms on the horizon,
family strong,
threats of violence, war mere memories,
clouds dancing,
lovers entwined,
a new day, full of possibilities.

Spiritial
A fire,spirit,crackling of the wood,
An evening spent in the company of women,
Praying, becomes meditating,
Magic of a warm hand held,
One thought, one in the spirit,
The goddess near,
A warm home, new friends

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