Monday, October 6, 2008

Addiction

Does it matter what it is that we are addicted to?
Food, drugs, alcohol and medication too.
It doesn't matter what you are addicted to.
These drugs are used to dull the heartache, boredom and pain.
How do we fight our addictions, it's so hard.
It's so hard because sometimes it's easier to play our addicted selves.
It is usually harder to do the right hting, but what if we find a new addiction that lessons our pain?
A good addiction, could there be such a thing?
Could there be good addictions such as love, relaxation and play?
Can these things take the bad addictions away?
Take them, take them far, far away.
Take the bad ones, bad ones, the bad addictions away.
Make me, make me deal with the pain.
Deal with the pain, so I can function in a good way.
Love, relaxation and play all day.
Addiction, addiction please go away.

-artr
29 September 2008

Monday, January 28, 2008

Safety on the Seas

Oh brother of mine.
What have you done?

Oh brother of mine.
Where have you gone?

First in the shallows, then in the tides.
On to the waves, then out to the seas.

Brother, brother I want to save you.

Brother, brother, give me your hand.
I will hold you tight and won't let go.
For I have grasped onto the earth with all of my soul.

Hold on tight, it's a scary ride.
Don't close your eyes because you will miss the lesson.
Don't go out to the sea without your life vest.
It could cost you your life and maybe some others.
But we love you so much that's why we bother.

Take me, you love, mother or father.
We love you so much it's never a bother.

Remember you life vest, we are always here.
But, don't go out so far that we cannot hear.

Oh brother, brother you look so near.
But, it's so hard to hear....I fear.

Swim to shore, paddle hard.
I'm waiting for you towel and all.

I know your tired.
It's so, so hard.
But paddle, paddle, paddle hard.
Swim to the waves, through the tides, to the shore.
Once you are there, I will dry you, then take you home.


-ARTR
2 November 2002
*dedicated to my brother bobby

Family Love

Sister is as sister does.
Full of laughter and full of love.
They comfort you and tease you too.
They give advice and never lie to you.
Sisters are always there for you.
Whether they agree or not, they care for you .

Sister, you are so many things.
You are a strength, a light, but not an enemy.
You make me laugh and sometimes cry.
Even if you hurt my feelings, you always know, with who you are dealing.

Sister is as sister does.
You will always be my sister full of love.

-ARTR
30 October 2002
*dedicated to my sisters
-Melissa
-Phillina

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Questions

What has my life become?
Nobody knows.
Nobody can feel my woes.

what has my life become?
It's full of darkness and pain.
My life is full of hollow and rain.

What has my life become?
Nobody knows.
My life is full of heartache, sadness and pain.

I would never feel it though;
I am sometimes insane.

What has my life become?
Nobody knows.
I have a husband, son, family and foes.
But, they bring th elight, inclduing my foes.

Life would not be right if I only had friends.
Some friends stab you in the back in the end.....
Atleast with my foes, I know what's the truth.

The truth is I'm insane for feeling so much pain.
Pain from the darkness and rain.
Pain from the heart, my head and my soul.

What has my life become?
Good thing or bad?

What has my life become?
Happiness or sad?

What has my life become?
Sickness or health?

My life is full of wealth, not from riches or money.
My wealth and serentiy comes from my son and my honey!

-ARTR
29 October 2002

Friday, January 25, 2008

He Is Gone

He is gone, he is gone.
What do I do?
A son, a cat and home to tend too.
I feel so alone even though I have people to talk to.
A wife misses her husband and a son misses his dad too.
We both miss him, miss him so bad.
We know he'll be home soon.
Atleast, that is what we hope.

For hope is all we have, that and a prayer.
A prayer we say, we say it each day.
We hope he is okay, okay every day.

He'll be home soon and we cannot wait.
We cannot wait for the day, the day a husband and a father comes back into town.

-ARTR
3 March 2003