Living with Ourselves

[tonys]

@maddison   hi there mate,    

[tonys]

@maddison   hey there mate ,  im not sure my post are making it through the machinery.   Sent 3    Today.   I will let you sleep     T  mb 1

[maddison]

Hey @tonys yes I have all your posts. Did you get my last message? Sorry, I think I'm going to bed soon. Will share lunch tomorrow /today?

Sleep tight friend.

[maddison]

Hi @tonys @Appleblossom @Sophia1 @Shaz51 

[tonys]

@maddison   hey there Maddison ..   Wasnt anything in the mail box so i went rummaging through sane hallways ,  reading letters old and new.   Every door seems to have sadness and desperation.      Endless stories of people waiting , hoping , praying things will change.

   For Maddison 

                              She  Waits     

She stands on the bridge      the ripples go by

Autumn leaves falling          dreams slowly die

Was it her calling or was it her fate

The years she spent waiting and left it to late

                                                                                 and she waits

Innocent children and mothers with visions 

endures the pain of their loved ones decisions

4 in the morning they havnt come home

Alone in the dark with her hand on the phone

All that they where and could ever be

Last leaf falls from her family tree

                                                               and she waits....

His wedding vows broken the day they where read

Years of silence and letters unread

In the arms of the lovers and flights far away

pretending rose petals in the place he once lay

Paper back novels   a wine glass and pills

Thousands of pieces of hearts paid his bills

Making her plans through rain drops on glass

To feel her bare feet on the freshly mown grass

                                                                            and she waits.....

She waits in her room for the party to leave

Depends on his mood    she might win a reprieve.

Same painted bruised     same old torn dress

For now she just better go clean up his mess

Wont do it again .....    yes i do understand

Feeling the wrath of the back of his hand.

Patiently bakes the arsenic in the bread

All that could be's   already been said     

suit case is packed and the metres been read

But frailty anchored her shoes made of lead           

                                                                        so she waits....

Wind rain and cold sweat and long summer heat

Leans on car windows   working the street

Night after night   repeating her lies

of paradise islands   in the pools of her eyes

The lines on the side walks extend to her face

Human stain     endless pain   hard to erase

The air ships of dreams that fall from our skies

The gardens abandoned for crooked bow ties

She passed that cold night  now her waiting is over

She now waits for me as she lays in her clover   

                                                                            Now i wait

The song at her wake  just too sad   just too long   

So lets leave where we are   and go where we belong

                                                                                   Wait no more

Every day is a new years day.. a gift to be unwrapped....  a chance to begin again

@maddison @Sophia1 @Appleblossom nature lover and all the others that have been kind to me.

Happy  new year 

Was it her calling   or was it her fate

The years she spent waiting and left it to late

                                                                           and she waits

Innocent children  mothers with visions

Bareing  

[Appleblossom]

Ach @tonys So sad and beautiful.

Yes waiting forever is not good.

It really touched me and I do not want to add more for now.

Thank you.

Hugs @maddison @Sophia1 

[tonys]

@maddison   opps sorry mate ,   wrote you a poem ,   and then forgot to sign it.

                  Hope you are ok...

                                                         tonys moon base one