Rah Times

Its been a while since I've written anything other than poetry in my blog. It is about 1:34 a.m. and I should be asleep but I'm restless. On Tuesday of next week, I get scoped to see the effects autoimmune disease has on my digestive tract. It was the urge to cough that awoke me. My titer for Systemic Lupus was hardly positive but the disease seems further along than my blood test shows. My body is super tired and its probably because I've not been getting a lot of sleep. I went to bed at 10p.m. but was awaken by that coughing. Not only my digestive tract is affected but also my thoughts. I've moments of brain fog where the simplest of task is actually quite difficult. My short term memory seems to be greatly impacted. That is actually quite bothersome. There are many things from my past that I would rather forget, but how I feel and what I intend to say, I am more inclined to not remember, as opposed to the distasteful things in life. I can say this much though

What I loved when I was young, I look at and turn away from now. Not because my heart has changed, What I was innocent to then, I see beforehand. By my actions and past choices, I've learned, Recognize my taste was craved by my past. But had the past start at this moment,  People I impacted, hurt, loved, I can't say who they'd be, the new me might not be, what I know, all I've learned, I wouldn't have. So I'm thankful for my past and all Who contributed in some way To my person. Buy my ebook of poetry here

Don't Be Left Behind. Get a copy of Ruth Garnes The Cry Of Our Children. The focus of her poems are of love not destruction. By loving more we discriminate less For love is the foundation of peace. And if all had love What more would any need? Buy a copy of my poetry book here Life was filled with Guns and war And everyone got trampled on the floor I wish we'd all be ready. Children died the days grew cold. A piece of Bread could buy a bag of gold. I wish we'd all be ready. There's no time to change your mind. The son has come And you've been "Left Behind" (these lyric was from the original Left behind movie)   See the Movie Here

The woman sits as though she rules As if her words could touch us. And we ignored her truth. Cause they don't affect us. She sees error in our teachings, Those who guided us for centuries. We don't know her name. from where she came, or intend to take us. She draws us in, then spits us out With her emotional babblings, Captivating her pain not ours, born from her version of truth experiences, still I wish I knew her..... Perhaps then I'd take her seriously. But who listens to a babbling stranger? Buy a copy of my poetry here

I was hurting. I thought you would comfort me. I believed that was the kind of thing you do. but I was wrong and so are they. They say you love me best. not that I loved you more. but they don't  know I am an angel, and you don't care. You chose to walked away. You left me to suffer. I called out help me. All you did was quote scripture. They say you loved me nonetheless. you helped others but has not given to me. You chalked that up to mistake. I don't see your actions as lovely.