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My eyes are getting weary
My body’s getting old,
I can’t seem to remember
The stories that I’m told.
I move around much slower
The days they go by fast,
My dreams all gone one by one
I wish my days would last.
My family comes to see me
They’re kind and sweet and care,
Some days I don’t remember them
This is what I fear.
My thoughts become distorted
Some things I know no more,
I don’t remember yesterday
But the times from long before.
Each day I wish that I would know
What’s happening to me
I sometimes feel I’ve lost myself
Please come to set me free.
A couple years have come and gone
I don’t know where they went,
My mind keeps playing tricks on me
My thoughts they are all bent.
I struggle with such simple things
I act just like a child,
I see people laugh at me
As if my mind’s gone wild.
I want so much for this to end
A burden I don’t want to be,
I don’t know what you can do
To simply set me free.
I lay in bed each night alone
I always seem to cry,
Dear Lord I ask why don’t You
Be nice and let me die.
I don’t know those around me now
They all have names for me,
They all look like strangers
To them I give my plea.
Please help me get through each new day
And do it with a smile,
I know you hate what I’ve become
It’ll be for just a while.
So when my time is over here
And my eyes I close real tight,
Remember that I love you
And I put up my best fight.
PrB 11-07
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I dedicate this to my Mother who suffered for years from Alzheimer’s, long before she was actually diagnosed. She was a beautiful woman, with so much to give others. Her life was tormented by this disease, and as her caregiver for nine years, I am trying to share with others some of the thoughts and feelings I felt she had as she slowly deteriorated before me. Please help fight this disease before it affects someone you love, or even you. Thanks for taking the time to read this.
Words are powerful, they have meaning to those who actually listen.
When you truly listen to words, they become a part of your being, and have an emotional impact...anything less is deception and dishonest.
I listened.
I believed.
I trusted.
I lost.
A broken spirit is hard if not impossible to heal.
Take responsibility for your words...for without that your life is an empty, futile attempt to fit in where you don't belong.
Unresolved issues continue in life until you make the effort needed to heal...and the mistakes will continue and follow you the rest of your days.
PrB 2007
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You play your songs,
I listen with intent...
The words you sing pierce my aching heart
I love to experience the passion your voice sings.
In your arms, my soul is calm
I feel so content.
It's when you get up and walk away
That's when my fears overcome me.
Take my hand, you handsome prince
And help me to soar to the world beyond
My heart is open to you
My life is empty
Fill my needs and help me grow
Love me like there is no tomorrow
Separately we are two
Together we are one
I give you my all
You have the power to heal
But you also have the ability to wound.
Lift me up to the echoes of your mind
Where the words soothe me
And life is good again.
Prb 2007
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Your heart it was broken
As was mine
Fear gives me pause
To love again
Touch my heart
And I am grateful
Touch my soul
and I am blessed
I extend my hand reluctantly
For giving it means trust
Lost to others I hesitate
My pain is deep
My heart not yet totally healed
I want to try again
But not sure
How
Why
Or
If
Understand?
Prb 2007
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Dreams
Posted On 11/04/2007 09:10:10
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My thoughts are full
But my dreams are empty
It wasn’t always that way
They used to be splashed with color
Slowly turning to black and white
Now faded, they are all black
I seek some light
Then perhaps the colors will come back
Not sure what it will take
Or if it will happen
One can hope
One can dream
PRB
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I speak to you with kind words
Because that is who I am
I am not cruel, heartless
As our world around us can sometimes be
I am who I am
My life’s experiences have formed me
Lessons were given
I learned them well
The true test is how I use them
I care
I hope
I dream
That one day, others will begin to learn their life’s lessons
And teach others
The art of living
Before it’s too late.
PrB 2007
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Walking down life’s path isn’t very easy or carefree for anyone. Each of us have trials and tribulations that we endure daily. Some are physical, mental, emotional, financial etc. ~ but be sure, everyone has some. When we get caught up in them, and ‘allow’ ourselves to let our mind become wrapped up so much in the negative of our life’s trials, our attitude becomes more difficult to change and overcome the obstacles we face. Often we worry about those things that are truly insignificant, things we have absolutely no control over. Then in the end, we realize that the worry we put so much energy into, was worthless, as it didn’t contribute to the solutions.
We all can make more effort to help ourselves become stronger, more focused,accept those things that are beyond our control to fix, and let go of them. The only purpose worrying serves is to complicate our solutions and is useless energy. When we find ourselves in these situations, changing our attitude will be the first step to resolution. Remember, we act on what we think; therefore, we become what we do. Make sure your thoughts aren’t harmful to anyone, especially yourself. There are others who have much more complicated ordeals to cope with…think about them. Most things can be ‘fixed’, but when it can’t be, work with it to simplify it and make it easier to cope with. Always do your best for you, and once you have conquered that, you will be able to start doing it for others. This is peace. This is love. This is our purpose on earth. Don’t waste it!
PrB 10-07
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Hey little angel lying in the bed,
I see you trying to lift your little head.
All the world surrounds you, waiting for your mark,
But for now just enjoy rides to the park.
Days pass by and you grow so fast,
A few more months ~ and you will have a blast!
There’s so many things you need to know,
But you’ll learn them as you grow.
So sleep little angel ~ don’t you cry,
Your loving Grandmom doesn’t lie.
You just dream your dreams for now,
And don’t you worry about the how.
Life goes by at such a fast pace,
Don’t you worry your little face.
Night time comes ~ and I pray,
That I’ll be able to see the day ~
When you’re grown up and on your own,
I’ll be proud ~ and I won’t moan ~
Because I’ve been blessed to say the least,
I’ve been given life’s best feast.
Remember always you have my love ~
When I’m gone ~ it will be from up above.
PrB 2007
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If one day you do not find me…
Don’t go looking.
The road before me has many paths
Each lead me on a different journey.
Selection is key.
Knowing which one to choose
When the destination is so long
Is hard.
Choice.
Sometimes we make all the right choices for all the wrong reasons.
Other times we make all the wrong choices for what seems to be the right reasons.
What makes us take the journey we choose?
Is it need? Curiosity? Desperation? Entertainment? Survival?
Whatever the reason, we are responsible for our actions.
Therefore, we need to be prepared to deal with the outcome.
The consequences.
Be responsible.
For no one can force us to do what we don’t want to.
No one.
Believe in yourself. In your instincts. In you.
For without that belief…you are not who you say you are…
But someone else.
Never try to be anyone but you…cause you were made to be unique.
No one before you, and no one after you, will ever be quite like you.
Celebrate you. Your life.
Be happy.
Make good choices.
Live.
Then when you are done with living…die in peace.
PrB 2007
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