Once in Happy Never Land

If you smell happy

I’ll kiss you once.

If you are full of merriment

I’ll kiss you twice.

if you are filled to the brim with a joyful facade

I’ll devour your drink ’til my soul is overcome with delight!

A Garden of Calm and Quiet

The beauty of a daffodil

lies in my Mother’s hands.

Mom’s palm

is fast to calm any grief.

Mom’s passing went so fast and so slow

but silently none the less.

Oh God, my dear God, how do I make it through this.

I have my Mom’s hands; they make daisies beautiful.

An Enlightened Match

Striking matches to enlighten a room

Shadows blur on the wall.

The flame having no shadow

enlightens your mind.

Poetry: Thanksgiving

I forgive myself for idealizations of holidays pastFor quick crying between wishesFor wiping tears on my pumpkin apronFor missing the harvest moon …
Poetry: Thanksgiving

This blog entry by an amazing artist conveys my thoughts exactly. I am alone this Thanksgiving, and it really had me down until I read this piece by sweet Bridgette. You should check out her writings and photos.

And, to those who wonder where the turkey and mash potatoes are- they are in your heart, dear one. Thank each of you who read and support my blog. Your dedication keeps me dedicated. Many thanks and blessings to you all!!!

Love~ Susan

Crying Mary

She’s a no good harlot!

She’s possessed with evil intent.

She paints her face and wears improper clothes.

But, the winds scream Mary.

Why is she this way?

No one but she and her God know what happened to her.

One act of kindness from the Right Person-

She is healed.

And, the wind whispered Mary

My Catholic named is Mary Magdalene.

I know her pain and see through the lies.

Her invisible scars speak to me.

And, I cry MARY!

*giant nod to Jimi

You are. You were.

You forever will be.

Caught sleeping only once.

Speaking with your Father

into the dead off night.

How did you do it all,

Son of Zion?

Star Blazer

Can you really change your stars?

Yes, if you wish upon a falling one.

As it turns my fate was marked in pencil not pen.

But, from out of my bereavement my blessings came.

Trying, B

As I stand trying,

the world goes on around me.

Little do I know what happens next.

I am loved by about three people in the universe.

Which is fine for most,

but not for me.

I want to be cherished and radically loved-

not for the potential but for the me.

I love but do not feel loved.

Yes, this is possible!

I am a burden to many,

loved by few, tossed and turned by the waves of life.

My depression breaks down the door.

Doors are just the polite way of coming in.

When is my turn

Or did I miss it?

I know I live in this house to learn,

but, please, let school be over.

I have tried beyond belief.

Punishing me; let this time be over!!!

I have learned.

Let school be over.

Let my freedom bells ring.

Let there be peace today!

Thank you for reading! I hope that you have an amazing day!!♥️♥️♥️

Talking Heads

Silent to vio-

lent. Make your voice heard!

Peace not a doormat.

Peace; Be still

The Heavens you sketched and colored for me,

prove a love so intense that, God, it beckons me remember you.

The sunlight that this hermit longs to have poured over her pale soul, the protection of my Lord, the God of recompense.

The cream hole in the sky at even time beckons me peace; be still.

So I rest my head on my prayer shawl.

And I know that when I converse with you,

I talk to the Lover who adores me so.