Everyday Women

And to my heart the words came,just as you said they would.

There are many of us today
who doubt our own talents
who are scared of rejection
So we withhold from them all
We are our own worse critic
Wont you agree??
An artist is exquisite
Of what …

Time
is crucial
so we
rush
rush
rush

Bosses
to impress
so ourselves we
push
push
push

Raises
we shoot for
so we work
hard
hard
hard

Our children
…

"A slow death"
Is not what we want to hear

"A slow death"
Is someones greatest fear

"A slow death"
Will put us so thru much pain

"A slow death"
may cause us to go insane

"A slow…

He walked down the road
dressed in white
sandals on His feet
looking around
He didn’t recognize the world
thinking it was civilized
what happened?
there were many who were homeless
chil…

Your deceit
Your lies
Never
Heard my cries

I saw you two
Hands held like glue
Clearly
Leaving the office do

You shirt hanging out
Her hair all about
Openly
Kissing on the mouth…

The drenching unrelenting rains rotting the foundation
land like needles on my face as i turn to the sky
and i wonder at my thin expression…

Dear Bernard,

i know your spirit soars
amongst the clouds
past the stars
to that Heavenly place
your art made me smile
made me weep
touched my very soul
through your art
i became yo…

you’ve experienced
the crescendo of life
lived life to the fullest
now elderly, tired and weary
death has come
you’ve walked
through the valley of death
seen the light of Heaven
emerg…

A real parent
should be a hero
to their kids
before they can
be a hero
to anyone else!!!!

he’s sleeping
when she walks in
kissing his forehead
she cannot believe
what happened to him
once a man of 220 lbs
now less than 100 lbs
he opens his eyes
smiling…his morning smile …

you spill forward
into the world
through the warm waters
of the womb
fall into the open arms
of a mother
longing to hold you
you dance through childhood
prance through teenage years
s…

it all ends in one heartbeat
eyes closed
hands folded over your chest
soul fluttering
through the valley of death
there you meet the others
who passed at the same moment
each of you wai…

he sits on the bed
with a notepad on his lap
thin and withered
yet he looks to be in his early thirties
he writes and writes and writes
is he writing a novel
about his pain and suffering…

Wouldn’t it be wonderfull to feel the compassion index of the planet move up a few points?

a cloud covered day
whispered quietly
the first snowflakes
not touching the ground
gazed at me …

translated by Tadas Klimas

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I weep quietly for the past
it is done and dusted
It no longer holds me
in its suffocating arms

I said hello and I then said goodbye because I wanted to be alone. But I was too lonely to be alone, so I called out again.