Most of my inspiration is from sadness...When I write, I create a release..I have no intention of causing depression from my poetry, if anything I appreciate the ability to express it.

Saturday, July 27, 2013

There's always madness, There will always be.
Yet there's always happiness, going on somewhere in this world.
Broad spectrum. Point. Reality.
Love. Pain.....

I was a passenger, on our way home.
I talked of my children before we met.
Tears ran down my cheeks as we spoke of compassion.
Lights shined in my condensation...
It was quiet in the back, my love content.
A forceful blow to the head, lunged us forward.
Her voice rose as she said "oh my god".
The once silent back was comforting.
His calm words assured me the moment before the crash.
I looked forward, hands braced to the side,
Trees and darkness a head of me.
The front of our vessel went down,
Causing the car to flip in the air....
Gravity and five seconds later,
We had landed.

Are we alive?
My vision blurred.
Fearful thoughts drowned my reality.
To my left, she was hanging there.
"We have to get out" was said behind me.
Belts holding us tight, blood rushing to my head..
I released myself to the shattered glass under me,
Wrists could barely support.the fall.
I can't get out.
The doors were pinned tight and the window would not roll...
Panic was setting in.
He kicked the door and I climbed out.
Turn around and see the horror.
Is she okay? Her legs look crushed.
My imagination took over.
Shaken in the night, the roads were pitch black.
" I need my glasses " she said, still hanging.
I watched as my love searched.
He found her sight and they emerged from the crushed vehicle.

Ahead in the brush was the car that hit us.
Lights flashing in the night.
A friends tune on the stereo continued to play..
We stood and held on to each other.

I've been depressed. I've let pessimistic thoughts burden me. 
Not since awhile, when I'd smile, this mask wouldn't burn. 
I'd talk to you, share my view and your tone or lecture scared me...
It's not what you say, it's the rhythm of your breath, vibrations of your intent....
Frustration, loss of cause, the point you have placed, has a harder time making it through. 
It's not anyone's fault, I walk in my own problems, just in need of some positive truth, 
I cry in my bed, laundry, clutter everywhere, why can't I move? 
Traumatic events open doorways that hurt. 
The stress wins the race. 

This negativity needs to end, I have a lot to be happy about.