What's in a cup?

I dance in turmoil that seeps into my mind and fills me up butt leaves me wanting My mind is a hungry snake that minds not what you feed it  so long as it can carry something but I beg you  let me not carry this turmoil  but rather fill me with water with that which brings life if indeed you need to place me at all in this sacred land  which is a stranger to me because I do not want to destroy  what is beyond my reach and which can never be returned  to mother earth. Use me for something else but live without me as you did before when greed was not necessity when living purely is what made you truly rich.  We have but one earth one planet on which life exists for humankind and we are responsible for the generations to come, and not just for ourselves, not just for now.  if we do not believe there is a future,  we are more inclined to throw in the towel  and carpe diem  witho...

Vandal -by Nicole Meyer I once knew a man With beautiful blue eyes, With whom I fell in love. One day he confessed he’d been a vandal in his youth. I pictured him spray-painting walls And kicking down lamp posts in his neighborhood In order to destroy. I looked at him quizzically, In misunderstanding. Soon afterwards he broke my heart. He told me he wanted to take a break Just when I expected an I love you. He said he’d found me unattractive The night before last And his words slashed my heart. It was then that I saw the vandal in him. He’d spray-painted my heart And kicked down my trust. I could never look at him the same way again, The vandal who broke my heart. Written 22 November 16 

Memory Books What a wonderful idea Though sad as reality is There was an idea out there That sprang to life and made reality bearable For those children in Uganda whose mothers are infected with AIDS. This memory book which the infected mum writes with her child To prepare them for the mother’s death Has served a million if not more children By helping them cope with what the future holds. The book is filled with their roots, Their family, their stories, And in the years Where mom and dad are not around, It lets them remember the good and the bad, It gives them the roots to help them grow wings. It provides hope and solace, comfort and love. I can only commend those ladies Who taught other ladies to create a memory book for their children. There was one who did it from the start And another who could read and write but dared not And yet another who could not read and write and yet wanted to partake So she got her older so...