Saturday, May 16, 2015

Old Skin

Peeling away the old skin is hard
Breaking free of its leathery hold is painful
But free I have to be
To feel comfortable in my new skin
I must chip away at the old skin that binds me
I labor hard to be free of its roughness
Its familiarity, its commonness, its mediocre appearance
New skin is good skin
Healthy in everyway
Supple, soft, smooth
Not weathered from lifes storms
It is comfortable; although different
Many may gawk at it in wonder
Some will admire it
Few may be motivated by it
Many may be infuriated by it
Being comfortable in your skin has its price to pay
Not all will be agreeable
But they do not know the struggle
The peeling, the chipping, and the labor it takes
To become someone you like, not what the world likes
To be this wonderful person that only has to answer to you
And your heavenly Father
To realize that you are indeed ok just the way you are
Despite color, age, race and status
When we love ourselves despite public opinion
Thats when our skin starts to moisten, soften and silken
Now isnt that a more comfortable garment to wear?


It takes a lot of time and patience to decide to adopt a grown Human. My daughter has hers on a Rent To Own package and I have the Lay A Way package… I don’t get the merchandise until I’m Paid In Full! 

                         Bah, ha ha ha!                            

Friday, May 18, 2012

The Trash

The trash 

I am a thing of great value
But I ended up in the trash anyway
You have such an eye for quality things
Impeccable taste in all things aesthetic
And a deeper love for the logical and level
But I ended up in the trash anyway

I am a thing of great respect
But I ended up in the trash anyway
The dints and bruises add to the character
Nothing new can compare to my depth
My beauty is immeasurable
But I ended up in the trash anyway

I am a thing that is one of a kind
But I ended up in the trash anyway
No one has ever forgotten me
I etch my inner-being on all that I meet
My difference is my most memorable trait
But I ended up in the trash anyway

I am a thing of distinct taste
But I ended up in the trash anyway
It takes a special man to appreciate me
I don’t fit into molds easily
Just when I’m here, then I’m there
But I ended up in the trash anyway

I am a thing that is rare
But I ended up in the trash anyway
I diamond in the rough
Most cannot see or appreciate it
Humanity is pretty dense I suppose
Because I still ended up in the trash anyway

I hear the truck coming
And I’m still in here
Lost among the trash
To be discarded
And ignored
It stinks!


Monday, April 9, 2012



I’m sorry if it seems I’ve lost faith
You’ve created us so fragile
I most certainly feel cracked
Fearing further agitation will do me in
It is hard to stay faithful
When all I see and touch is barren
There is no sun in my sky
I thought I found love once
But I realized love did not find me
All I’ve known is disappointment
You say I’m special
One of a kind
But nothing in my life thus far
Has proven that to be true
I fear my heart grows cold now
Your creations have laid waste there
Now it only beats out of necessity
The love inside longs to be enjoyed
So far all that has tasted her
Chose not to continue to love her
My heart does break
Now all I hold onto are temporary fixes
Stolen moments of joy
Just to feel an instant of pleasure
To imagine what “real” feels like
Not trusting that I’ll ever possess it permanently
Knowing in the morning, I’ll wake up
And the tears will fall again
As the heart continues to bleed for more
Wishing something would be real
Wishing someone would be strong
I’m finding my own strength is sometimes not enough
I fear my fa├žade will crumble
I will be exposed
And love will continue to evade me
Loneliness is an awful place
The crack is getting bigger
What happens when all the blood is gone?
Will my heart die?
Is my heart dying?
Do you love me even?
I close my eyes
As I struggle once again to breath
Wondering why your world hates me


Monday, January 9, 2012

The Simple Ones

When observed
I’ve noticed
The Simple Ones
Are the happiest
When free
Of oppressive things
Like connections
Only permanent associations’ permitted
Is beer, football and video games
Conclusion: A simple life is a good life

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Still Healing From You!

Steal Healing from You!

Sometimes I think of you
And I still wonder why?
Wonder what it was all about
Wonder why you made my cry?

Sometimes there is a scent
Or something as simple as a song
That takes me back
And I realize that it hasn’t been that long

Since you left my side
With no goodbye or reason
Just “Poof” and you were gone
Such a furtive act of treason

To rob me of my anniversary
And most of all my trust
How stupid I must have looked to you
What was shiny to me once is now tainted with rust

How foolish of me not to see it
The play on words blinded me to its meaning
What I thought was cleaver
You were never staying, you were always leaving

Sly and shifty your plan was
To deceive a naive
I wonder if you sleep sound at night
Knowing all the broken promises you gave

I want you to know that I know
But to contact you gives you more power
And importance in my life
I will refrain; you’ve made my view of love so sour

You and your haughty judgments of my intentions
When it was you who hide your real hand
You are every bit the sly fox with you stealth actions
You are beneath me, a coward and never a man!

Elaine Walton