Not Personal
© N Noël Jan 2009
Walk over you, talk over you it’s all the same don’t take it Personal just a part of the game. May treat you like a whore then you become a chore don’t be shamed Not Personal it’s who you became.
Speak your mind be unkind doesn’t make a difference just don’t take it Personal. Don’t see you just treated like a worn shoe taken for granted, speak words and think thoughts slanted. “It is what it is” going about your business who cares what happens to you, just me! Same old tired story from beginning to end a beautifully wrapped package turns out to be a so called friend.
Like excess residue scraped off the bottom of a shoe. Only meaningful when there’s nothing to do at one or two in the morning. An afterthought on a grey day or rainy night never will be seen out in plain sight. Not Personal just words and actions used for attraction to get what you want all a part of a foreplay front.
When you’re through on to your next success always leaving excess baggage a festered mess but YOU never stressed. Not Personal it’s what you do best. Easy to discard after you’re no longer hard. Like changing dirty sheets the process is as easy as one, two, three. Use, remove and then throw away Not Personal just a long, obscene recurring play.
Always a critic when “the subject” turns into a cynic exhausted from “scene one” “act two” of your tired extended life play. Can’t understand why they cry yet heavily denies any involvement or wrong doing. Its Not Personal just “You doing You” full of pride taking all along for the a ride with your see-saw attitude and ways. Pleasing the one in the mirror is the goal in all endeavors Not Personal at the end of the day.
Will it ever stop? Yes, maybe not, takes character, empathy and respect for others to go that way. Not Personal is your montage created in a haphazard and delusional mind that’s gone astray. Can’t believe you would choose to live life a tortured soul transferring gripes never giving thought to those you caused pain.
You, never comprehend, accountable, yet you defend poor choices made time and again. Your past, present and future all the same until it all hits ya can’t run from self forever it is the game you’ve played. Not Personal will consume if you choose to resume no one to blame in the end. The reflection looking back at you, Not Personal your best friend.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Stay Above the Fray
Above the Fray
© N Noël Jan 2009
Above the Fray high above hoping to be touched by God’s love. Won’t waste away trying to fight for something that’s not mine gottta be fine with my own existence walking the path one foot in front of the other trying to maintain consistence. Above the Fray.
Congested with life’s indecisions like a packed highway full of resistance. Make way, Make way squeezing in where I can reaching for God’s unyielding hand. Trust and let go of man and mayhem. Above the Fray is where I wanna stay.
Silver linings streets of gold so many times that’s what we’re sold. Full cups with lemon drops and oh what a shock when the dream ends along with sometime lovers and friends. Most won’t stay so be prepared when sails are set and they blow away. Gone with the night no need to fuss or fight. Stay Above the Fray.
Midnight tears and some lonely years suffering beyond your years. Don’t look back your past is just that a looking glass of nothing you lack. Lessons learned and scars you’ve earned to face a bright future. Life is always your best and most honest teacher. Won’t forget but let go of regret has no power over you. Keep Above the Fray.
Negative thoughts come early and late sometimes feels like there is no escape. Close your mind breathe and shine through you know what to do. Keep your focus face the day your life is yours. Above the Fray, breathe, Above the Fray, breatheeeee. Above the Fray.
© N Noël Jan 2009
Above the Fray high above hoping to be touched by God’s love. Won’t waste away trying to fight for something that’s not mine gottta be fine with my own existence walking the path one foot in front of the other trying to maintain consistence. Above the Fray.
Congested with life’s indecisions like a packed highway full of resistance. Make way, Make way squeezing in where I can reaching for God’s unyielding hand. Trust and let go of man and mayhem. Above the Fray is where I wanna stay.
Silver linings streets of gold so many times that’s what we’re sold. Full cups with lemon drops and oh what a shock when the dream ends along with sometime lovers and friends. Most won’t stay so be prepared when sails are set and they blow away. Gone with the night no need to fuss or fight. Stay Above the Fray.
Midnight tears and some lonely years suffering beyond your years. Don’t look back your past is just that a looking glass of nothing you lack. Lessons learned and scars you’ve earned to face a bright future. Life is always your best and most honest teacher. Won’t forget but let go of regret has no power over you. Keep Above the Fray.
Negative thoughts come early and late sometimes feels like there is no escape. Close your mind breathe and shine through you know what to do. Keep your focus face the day your life is yours. Above the Fray, breathe, Above the Fray, breatheeeee. Above the Fray.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Boxed IN
Boxed In
© N Noël Nov 2008
These four walls are closing in corner to corner full to the brim.
Spilling over cascading down hoping life’s worries come tumbling down. Caught in a web of my own design time no longer a friend of mine. Wake up praying each day for more time. Time to weave away the sin just don’t know where to begin. Time to fix what’s been broken. Can’t find the right tools to open up this web of lies heading to my own demise. A stitch here a stitch there seems nothing works. Everything is heavy weighed down carrying around all my worth.
Boxed in curled up in a tight ball waiting for these four walls to come crashing down. Sifting through the rubble after all is said and done still looking for a means to justify the end. Hoping my sacrifices have become my friend. Caught in a web of my own design time no longer a friend of mine. Can’t get to the truth wouldn’t know the difference if it were in plain sight. Comes around almost never I just can’t fight.
Patching these walls that are tattered and worn trying to reclaim this life forlorn. Retouched, refinished the design is still the same. Maybe I’m not cut out to play this game. Nothing seems to work time and again. Cracks and imperfections are pushing through trying to hold it all together with a bottle of glue. Knowing it won’t work still I follow through. Caught in a web of my own design time no longer a friend of mine.
Try to climb my way out just won’t work no matter how much I SCREAM, CRY OR SHOUT. No one to hear me or save my soul. Turn the next corner end up grey and old. Can’t buy time back it’s not for sale gotta get what I can now or I won’t prevail.
Black and white no shades of grey. No misinterpretation a life written and bound by false dictation. No editing, proofreading only false misleading. Chapter by chapter all the words running together makes no sense so it festers into shredded pieces in the wind. Trapped inside BOXED IN.
Smart person poor choices now all I hear are the screaming voices echoing inside these four walls of this boxed in existence. Turn to the left or the right end up back where I started. On the bottom piled upon dreams and desires never to be found. Stressed out, mixed up hitting these four walls ready to give up. SCREAM LOUD, CRY LONG hope this process will not be prolonged. Need peace and a sweet sleep some days hide under the covers waiting for silence to take over.
Many don’t understand keep looking from a far. Peeping over the edge with the door held ajar. Holding me in with the lid held so tight. Wanting more from me than I’m willing to give. Never enough until I’m WALLED and BOXED in. No matter the outcome I just won’t win. Caught in a web of my own design time no longer a friend of mine. What to do? Ask the question each day. Push the walls down brick by brick escape and run away.
© N Noël Nov 2008
These four walls are closing in corner to corner full to the brim.
Spilling over cascading down hoping life’s worries come tumbling down. Caught in a web of my own design time no longer a friend of mine. Wake up praying each day for more time. Time to weave away the sin just don’t know where to begin. Time to fix what’s been broken. Can’t find the right tools to open up this web of lies heading to my own demise. A stitch here a stitch there seems nothing works. Everything is heavy weighed down carrying around all my worth.
Boxed in curled up in a tight ball waiting for these four walls to come crashing down. Sifting through the rubble after all is said and done still looking for a means to justify the end. Hoping my sacrifices have become my friend. Caught in a web of my own design time no longer a friend of mine. Can’t get to the truth wouldn’t know the difference if it were in plain sight. Comes around almost never I just can’t fight.
Patching these walls that are tattered and worn trying to reclaim this life forlorn. Retouched, refinished the design is still the same. Maybe I’m not cut out to play this game. Nothing seems to work time and again. Cracks and imperfections are pushing through trying to hold it all together with a bottle of glue. Knowing it won’t work still I follow through. Caught in a web of my own design time no longer a friend of mine.
Try to climb my way out just won’t work no matter how much I SCREAM, CRY OR SHOUT. No one to hear me or save my soul. Turn the next corner end up grey and old. Can’t buy time back it’s not for sale gotta get what I can now or I won’t prevail.
Black and white no shades of grey. No misinterpretation a life written and bound by false dictation. No editing, proofreading only false misleading. Chapter by chapter all the words running together makes no sense so it festers into shredded pieces in the wind. Trapped inside BOXED IN.
Smart person poor choices now all I hear are the screaming voices echoing inside these four walls of this boxed in existence. Turn to the left or the right end up back where I started. On the bottom piled upon dreams and desires never to be found. Stressed out, mixed up hitting these four walls ready to give up. SCREAM LOUD, CRY LONG hope this process will not be prolonged. Need peace and a sweet sleep some days hide under the covers waiting for silence to take over.
Many don’t understand keep looking from a far. Peeping over the edge with the door held ajar. Holding me in with the lid held so tight. Wanting more from me than I’m willing to give. Never enough until I’m WALLED and BOXED in. No matter the outcome I just won’t win. Caught in a web of my own design time no longer a friend of mine. What to do? Ask the question each day. Push the walls down brick by brick escape and run away.
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