Poetry Sunday ~ When Darkness Calls

When Darkness Calls

I crawled onto the naked floor:

wet from tears I cried before.

Clawing, clenching, my nails they bled

for want of need for to be fed.

I heard the solemn cries above

shedding droplets of forlorn love.

I saw a ray as it streamed on by.

passed my wavering longing eye.

In the gallant bristled light

Tis' where I knew I had to fight.

Slithering in the dark too long

I seek the edge of rhythmic song.

Darkness sought me when I was low

played the game of revelries blow.

Believing he had the promising cure,

I fell for Lucifer's haunting lure.

His nails felt like a warm embrace;

his fire lit my empty face.

Parts of me they tingled within,

leading me down the road of sin.

It felt so right, so warm and true,

betrayal a game I never knew.

Lies, deceit the blackened stares

with him my guide I had no cares.

When he had me in his clutch,

reality hit me; I lost too much.

I begged I pleaded for simple release

I wanted refuge, my inner peace.

It was that moment I felt a hand

reach from Heaven and make me stand.

Brought me forth from the darkened night,

into the morn of a new dawns light.

Anguish and pain were in the pit

while Lucifer he growled and spit.

Trying to tug me back into his realm

where he alone could man the helm.

As sweat rolled down my chafing cheek,

returned my strength no longer weak.

Angels of grace were at my feet

True Light of love our eyes did meet.

I am the master of my own domain

Truth will abide in Light I'll remain.

No longer a victim, I'm on the mend

Thanks to the Lord my newfound friend.

Quotation Saturday

TEARS

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.
~Charles Dickens, Great Expectations, 1860

Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water.
~Antoine Rivarol


Tears are God’s gift to us. Our holy water. They heal us as they flow.
~Rita Schiano

Tears are the silent language of grief.
~Voltaire

TRUST

You can as easily love without trusting as you can hug without embracing.
~Robert Brault


Deciding whether or not to trust a person is like deciding whether or not to climb a tree, because you might get a wonderful view from the highest branch, or you might simply get covered in sap, and for this reason many people choose to spend their time alone and indoors, where it is harder to get a splinter.
~Lemony Snicket


Never trust a husband too far, nor a bachelor too near.
~Helen Rowland


Trust until it is broken. Then beware the man with a broken smile!
~ Joni

BETRAYAL

“Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard
Some do it with a bitter look
Some with a flattering word
The coward does it with a kiss
The brave man with a sword”
~ Oscar Wilde, The Ballad Of Reading Gaol

“It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.”
~David Levithan, The Lover's Dictionary


“He, who had done more than any human being to draw her out of the caves of her secret, folded life, now threw her down into deeper recesses of fear and doubt. The fall was greater than she had ever known, because she had ventured so far into emotion and had abandoned herself to it.”
~ Anaïs Nin


“If you're betrayed, release disappointment at once.
By that way, the bitterness has no time to take root.”
~ Toba Beta

“Do you believe a man can truly love a woman and constantly betray her?Never mind physically but betray her in his mind,in the very "poetry of his soul".Well,it's not easy but men do it all the time.”
~ Mario Puzo


Betrayal is common for men with no conscience.”
~ Toba Beta

FUTURE

Our faith in the present dies out long before our faith in the future.
~Ruth Benedict


We should all be concerned about the future because we will have to spend the rest of our lives there.
~Charles F. Kettering

The past can't see you, but the future is listening.
~Terri Guillemets

I have seen the future and it is very much like the present - only longer.

~Kehlog Albran

Links, Files, Writing! Oh my!

Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.
~Scott Adams

In the world of writing there are many useful toys in our body of arsenal that we use on a daily basis. I myself like links! Links to many different writing sites to where I can stick them in my favorites file and thank goodness for a history link in my browser because if I begin something on Monday, surf through some sites, get busy doing something else by Wednesday, I can check my history and find the sites that I was perusing and all is right with the world.

Unless your a delete freak who deletes the history daily. Sure, deleting the history on a weekly basis keeps your machine running smoothly but does doing it daily really need to happen? I’m not as young as I used to be (well, are any of us really?) and by Wednesday, I forget where it was on the net that I was reading from and doing my research on. I need the history intact! I need the history button to let me know where on Monday I visited, to get information, so on Wednesday, I can finish what I started!

Now if you live in a household on a shared computer, I can see why when you accidentally type into the google search, Naked Asian Women, you might want to delete THAT, but seriously, you, the writer, need to inform the other users of the computer to leave your writing links history intact or you’re going to be faced with a challenge of a research do-over.

I started this post on Monday, all my links were deleted so I had no idea what I was researching. I often go to writing sites because I’ll be reading about the structure of a story, or outlining a novel, and I’ll start tapping at the keys with an idea for a blog post. But when the history is deleted, all my ideas went with it and I have to start over.

I was going to do a blog about this being National Audio book Month, but lo and behold, my links were deleted, I lost my train of thought of where I was going to take the post, and I wound up scrapping the idea altogether. We writers are not image searchers. We don’t surf through pages and pages of images in hopes we don’t get snagged by the nudity bug. We search through words! Writing words and anything to do with writing. Now I have fallen upon sites with picture writing prompts, but that is not for me. I am a woman of substance who hangs on the written word.

What am I trying to relay in this post? Hold onto your writing links for at least a week. Delete around them if you must; if you’re hiding something or unscrupulously doing nasty searches of the Geisha Girls on Mars, by all means delete them from the computer, because many-a-times along with the nasties, comes a virus or spy into your computer that eats all your hard work anyway! But the writing links, leave intact so you’re already fried brain knows exactly what it had in mind, and where it was going!

*DEEP SIGH* Did you get all that? Good. Now get back to writing, researching, and hold onto those links! They DO help you as a writer.

TRUST...a fine line

Whoever wishes to keep a secret must hide the fact that he possesses one.
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

I’m a naive person when it comes to trusting people. I always try and give people the benefit of the doubt. I trust first get burned later, then trust again, only to get burned. People have always let me down. When I first began posting my writing on sites. That was one of my main issues, trusting something so precious as my writing, to a community of vultures. I found that they were not vultures at all, just a community of fellow writers.

I began my writing adventures in the Poetry community. A public community, visible for all, but you did need to be a member to post. I was an active member for about a year, when the wall of trust was broken. To me, trust is vital to the very breath of your being.  When it is breached, there is this stage of pain, a level of betrayal that will not be squelched, and you find it hard to ever trust again.

If an online poetry community can betray you, imagine the depth of pain you feel when someone within your bubble you call life betrays you. I don’t think you ever get over it and you wonder why you ever trusted to begin with. Breaching someones trust is  like cutting faith in humans in two, and there is no glue that can mend the severed gap that grew there. To me, trust is everything.

I have this blog and I put copyrights on it and trust people to respect me enough that if they think my work is worth borrowing, the least they can do is ask my permission, or there will be an abyss, never to be filled because of the blackness that fills the soul after there is a breach of trust.

Trust is everything to me. In writing and in my life’s acquaintances. When God said to turn the other cheek, I wonder if he was referring to the breaching of trust. Someone can wrong me and I can forgive quite easily sometimes, but when trust is broken, it may take years to build it back up again, only to find out that they do it over and over again, so how is trust built?

It took a while to build up trust of the virtual people in my life. I find them to be more honorable in their trusting ways. So as I continue to write, continue to post, my physical world will turn topsy-turvy as I move forward trying to find just one person in this physical world who I can trust. I found Mrs. Carol and my church family and they have not let me down, so it’s a matter of putting things into perspective and moving on. The process of elimination. Out with the old and in with the new.

How are you with trusting people? Have you ever been betrayed? 
I like the X-Files statement: TRUST NO ONE!

“I usually get my stuff from people who promised somebody else that they would keep it a secret.”
Walter Winchell