DEBORAH BROOKS LANGFORD

DEBORAH BROOKS LANGFORD

BLOWING WITH THE WIND

When life is blowing with the wind

I lay comatose of the vision that might once have been

I have seen today with eyes shut, my heart hurts,

visions of a future so blunt

and a past that transformed my very soul

remembering I fell fast so far below

a chaotic heart of what might have been

disorganized trying to grasp holding on for dear life again~

Daydreaming you i feel the breeze that is gently blowing

my life away~ as it casts my life into a mold~ flowing

not knowing where I have seen this life before

Turning the hands of time to remember what I adore

my soul soars for the future wanting to be clever

but nothing of this life brings to life memories of forever~

Not of this lifetime, is the mystery of my histories with you

my past haunts me through every reminiscence we lived through

or was it age of innocence that only pretends to hold us together

to mold us what we are now, with the hurts that display the tears

holding back the soul, to grow and love again forever~

Through medieval times or the dark days of renaissance

we lived, that told so much about our thoughts, age of innocence

that didn't last hearts and tears, were a life time,

our lives were so bright and we were in our prime

if not for the memories, if not for trusting with pure sweet love,

the parting of the wind that gently blow our lives above~

Dear Darling, this is the day the wind has blown my life~

Debbie Brooks Langford @ 2016

ETERNAL SOUL

One eternal soul falls by the way side

maybe free from boundaries, tears

tears of the world that has become unfulfilled

time has passed by the magic is gone

and love is not where it should be...

Love can thirst and thrust at any time

sitting by the flowing curtains beside the window

thoughts of past friends walking away

without you I cry

without you I die

the picture is alive

every moment was perfect

the memories of the day I met you...

I am there with you, my footprints follow yours

you know not, but yes I am with you

I have read your mind

I have felt your heart

I have cried your tears

please don't shut me out

I will meet you in the rain

I will meet you here and now..

One eternal soul looks for the other eternal soul

Debbie Brooks @ 2016

LET ME TELL YOU

Let me tell you what I remember

hot stormy nights in my south land

running barefoot through the field

hearing mom call us out the back door

momma cooking fried chicken

drinking sweet ice tea..

Trying to be quiet not seen

with tears of desperation just staying alive

dreaming of kisses from the boy next door.

Listening to the Beatles on my transistor radio

and Johnny Be Good and so many others

waiting for Daddy to come back from the war...

Trying to find clothes to fit me

from the clothes the church laid at our doorstep

being poor as a church mouse

eating grits for breakfast the third week in a row

finding my two little sisters in the cub bard eating dried Jello

out of the box to fill their hungry souls....

Dreading going to my uncles, he was such a pervert

wishing my daddy would come home and beat his ass

believing no one would believe us, we hid our hurt and shame

crying to God or anyone that would listen

love was never very fitting in those days......

Growing up to be people with problems rising as tall as the celling

just wanting to hide and float away..

Christmas would come with nothing under the tree

or maybe a pair of socks and we would cry with joy

mom would make us a cake for one birthday

with money she made from the blood of her hands

with eight kids we looked like we were starving

so many of us had hollow looks as we could not stand...

Yes life came and it went..

Some died and ran to find peace

it took a lifetime of wants to find the way at least

with millions of tears that fled down the hillside of time

we all take what we can get but finally learn to give

with little laughter in between...

Learned to live with butterflies and hearts

with little ones like us gives us a another start.

Life turns us around one day at a time

then one day you look in the mirror and cry'

what in the hell happened I use to be young

now I look like the northern sun

with wrinkles and weathered with time

hair so white, maybe just maybe I pray

it's the wrong time...

One day I will be gone from this world

God has promised a life with him

in gold and jewels of heavenly sent.

I have been blessed these many years.

but It sure will be nice to be in glory with Him..

DEBBIE BROOKS LANGFORD

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@ 2016

AUTHOR AND POETESS DEBORAH BROOKS LANGFORD Lives In Tennessee USA. She has been writing all her life. She is a published Author Of 45 books….  You Can find her on Lulu.com and Amazon and Kindle Fire