What do you choose?

I open my eyes each morning
to see the glistening of the sun,
as it hits the dew on the grass
spreading images of glitter across
the ground.

I close my eyes to the harsh words
headlined across my morning paper.
I don't dare reach out on my porch step
in efforts to grab that folded piece of garbage
screaming words of death, poverty and war.

Instead I open my ears to wind,
the warm breeze that brings to my ears
the sweet music and rejoice sent to me
from the heavens above.

I close my ears to the voice on the t.v.
the cold, cruel voices,
only there to reinforce the
bitterness I find in my coffee.

Instead, I lean over the rose bush
smelling the sweet fragrance that
seeps into veins,
generously filling me with
happiness and life.

You see –we all have a choice.
See, we can all chose to live a life
of joy or a life of pain.
You see, many of us chose to share the sad things in life,
and while there are times when sadness is only right
we cannot allow it to take us over,
like a flood after a long storm.
And even when the biggest flood of them all,
is over and sun has dried up all the rain,
the roses will bloom again-- a little brighter than before,
the birds will sing a little again—a little louder than before
So choose life.
Choose love.

Stupid Girl

Stupid girl they all mutter
Under their poisonous breaths,
I smile and pretend not to hear
their words -- they are like ice to me.
But the warmth you provide me
Melts away the harm
they bring to the table.
I believe not what they say
But instead in what you have
Chosen to show me.
I chose you.
Things changed too sudden though,
Like a banana that ripens over night.
Your words, once sweet
Become sour like a lime
brought to my lips.
I can’t explain what happened
As I watched it unfold
before my dark brown eyes
God, I begin to wonder
If what their saying was the truth.
Stupid girl I wonder
Stupid girl I mutter
under my own poisonous breath

born again

I was born to believe
my wings were already clipped.
Stuck, like feet in the mud.

I was born to believe
there is no life outside
of what we have here.

I was born to believe
that there is no grass
on the other side at all.

I was born to believe
in one too many fallacies.
Ha, I'll show you!