Calm

Calm
© N Noël Nov 2010


I love the smell of rain
On a grey and misty afternoon
Washing down sidewalks and windows
Perfumed air full of petals sweetness
Sticks to your nostrils like life
Awakening the senses locked away

I love the smell of rain
Washing away worries and troubles
Escaping down the gutters of streets
Makes everything clean
From the Soul right down to the feet

Filling the lungs with calm
Closed eyes brings scenes
Forgotten from childhood
Lost lovers and friends
Glistening wet, taste it on your tongue
The mystery hastened
By the raindrops beating like drums

Clean, Calm, Easy, Fresh
I love the smell of rain
Like my tears
Washing everything clean
I love the smell of rain
Puts my heart at ease

Calm, Easy, Fresh, Clean
Dissolving, Erasing, Escaping
I love the smell of rain
Like a long lost friend
Disguising the rapids inside me
My tears I never have to defend
I love the smell of rain

Oneness

Oneness
© N Noël October 2010


What does it feel like
To have someone hold you
Throughout the night

Is it a stillness
A Oneness of another’s soul
That intertwines with yours

Does it make you want to love
Is it a feeling of warmth
What does it feel like
To see another breathe
Quietly in deep slumber
Is it peace to a lovers Soul
Knowing that person belongs to you

Does the softness and scent
Of your lover seduce you
Like drunken wine
Is it like a sky full
Of bright stars on a dark night

Is the Oneness sweet
Like a fountain of drizzled caramel
On your tongue
That makes you yearn for more

What does it feel like
That Oneness
Knowing the person
Sleeping in your arms
Loves you at your core

Is it like rain
Falling on a hot dry day
Is it the smell of sunshine
On the dew of roses
Honeysuckle sweet

What is this Oneness
This silent knowing
That makes a lover
Lie so still
Cradling this treasure
They feel from within

Is it a secret
Shared with only a few
What is this Oneness
My questions go unanswered
But my thoughts go back to you

Gave Up

Gave Up
© N Noël Oct 2010

Gave up on perfect a long time ago
Found there was never room to grow
Walked out on time invested
From emotions tied to a fool
Traded in for one minute at a time
When all seems well
In those quite moments
When your conscience screams
“WAKE Up, tell them all to go to HELL”

Gave up on people
That are just breathing air
In the end life is never about fair
Blowing smoke rings of lies
They want you to believe
Gave up on those
That try to ill-conceive

Gave up on the fairy tale
That never comes true
Fake smiles
Piles of “I Like and I Love You”
And the fable that one person
Could every be true

Gave up on corporate ties
Lengthy lies, promotions and bonuses
That never amount to shit
Just swimming in paperwork
Day in and day out
Living in a box never getting ahead
Just for someone else’s ego to be fed

Gave up on people saying Yes
Out of respect
For fear of being hurt or left
The truth is just the truth
Say what you mean
Mean what you say
Everyone that comes into a life
Isn’t meant to stay

Gave up on being polite
Smiling in spite of hurt
Anger, Stress and Pain
Gave up on listening
To the he, she, we said continuous complaints
Make your bed and lie in or retreat
Some need to be banded
From the words “FREEDOM OF SPEECH”

Gave up on being “Not Enough”
Right or wrong
At the end of the day
It’s all a rhetoric sing song
Gave up on the “white picket” fence
2.5 kids, the Pension and home equity
Nothing is worth it all without
SANITY

Gave up on the word “FAIR”
For that matter what folks call “Good Hair”
All in All it’s All the same
Like loose change in a beggars pockets
An empty investment eventually
Traded, wasted with nothing to gain

Gave up on being on time
Punching a clock, wearing a watch
Full pockets, bank accounts
800#’s that wake you from sleep
Alarms in the morning
Coffee, cigarettes and too much effort
Tired of working hard without success
Can’t wrap my mind around life’s stress

Wonder each day what good is
Education and common sense
Withers compared to the
Business of who you know
Who you slept with
Nepotism and sexual conquests
They take the lead over
Promoting who’s best

Gave up perfect so long ago
Can somebody tell me
Which road to take
To leave this sideshow
Gave up on the things that made no sense
Moved on to SILENCE
Quiet abandonment

Gave up on false hope
Insignificant people, situations and wasted time
Tuned out the noise, chatter and selfish lies
Gave up the fantasy called living “This Life”
Walked away without regrets
Gave up the expected
For what felt right

Gave up wanting, needing
Then I became enough
Gave up what others think
I just don’t give a fuck
Found a small space within myself
A core of acceptance where peace can dwell
Gave up perfect a long time a ago
It didn’t agree with this person
I’ve become to know

Woman

Woman © N Noël Sept 2010



I won’t apologize for being me
Won’t make excuses for the person you see
Call me what you may; doesn’t mean a thing
From beginning of time to the end of the day
I am Woman the cradle from which you’ve laid

Is Bitch the name you want to attach to this fame
Doesn’t take much phonics or
Dick tionary to know your game
Are your choice words Hoe, Slut or Bougie
Stop sticking your Labels upon all this Glory

Won’t apologize for the Essence that’s so sweet
Or the lack of neglect of your chivalry
Tag your faults on someone else
I am Woman not a child
I’ve got Biblical common sense

You can’t package the look that is me
It’s called Female Individuality
You can’t sensor what I say or think
I am the fountain of truth
That makes you want to Drink

Won’t apologize for being me
I am the tree of life
I am your Mother, Sister, Friend and WIFE
A Woman you see
The perfect Human “Category”

I am the keeper of all Dynasties
I carry Humanity in my veins
Do you think I am only what
Lies between my legs
You are so mistaken
I am most important
The Thinker, I am the head

Won’t apologize for being me
I am the key to life to all family trees
I am WOMAN

The Conversation
© N Noël Sept 2010


The conversation has changed between us
The gap has grown so wide
We have no sense of family
Culture, heritage or National pride

Ships brought us inland
From the continent so long ago
Chained up, bound and buried
In that coffin called the hull
Different nations all tied together
Speaking, crying, whaling in foreign tongues

Thrown to the sharks in the dead of night
Were those who did not arrive
The conversation has changed between us
Even though the strong survived

Sold on the auction block by the pound
Families torn apart sent separate ways
Identities stolen as fathers and mothers cried
Screaming, kicking, fighting for their unborn tribes
Toby, Kizzy, boy, girl and Uncle Tom
Names assigned to the property; human stock
The conversation has changed between us
We no longer respect each other or care enough

Chained in the physical but spirits still free
Through cotton fields, the dark of night capture
Escaping through swamps and torrid rains
Looking for their mirror images
Their families they tried to reclaim

Jumping the broom with their Queens and Kings
Sneaking and teaching reading by candle light
Sending drum signals disguised as songs
Far across the plains
Late meetings in the dark of night
Holding on to faith, family and community
Full of courage all fought the fight
The conversation has changed between us
We no longer see ourselves
Not our history, struggles or passion
From where we’ve come to our current path
Is an swampy, murky well

No longer searching for families left behind
Jumping the broom with Queens
So passé it’s a crime
No longer sold on auction blocks
But traded yet the same
Women no longer Queens or mothers of the earth
Just carnage in the new dating game
The conversation has changed between us
As future generations slowly die
Like the notion of the wholesome “American Apple Pie”

Courtship and relationships
Why worry about such things
Jumping into one bed after another
Does not mean proposing or buying a ring
Forefathers looking down upon us
Dismayed by the lack of pride
The conversation has changed between us
Our judgment so compromised
The shackles that once bound us
May have been the last family ties
The conversation has changed between us
The doors slammed so tight
We’ve trading in our inheritance
And become the enemy of our own plight

Where are our Kings to lead our Queens?
Where are the families to bring back self esteem?
What example will our children see?
It’s a devastating reality
The conversation has changed between us
And WE ARE ALL to blame
Past mistakes, past regrets we can’t look back
Moving forward with a plan of mutual respect
Will begin to bridge the gap
The conversation has changed between us
But doesn’t have to stay the same
Take a stand for our future
STOP living in VAIN

One Month of You

One Month of You
© N Noël Aug 2010


I still smell coffee brewing in the morning
Scents of you mixed in the sheets
Hard pressed against my back
Dawn is almost here
Our time is what I lack

Strong hands caressing my body
Pulling me in close
Tracing my essence with gentle finger tips
Small kisses so tender
Like butterflies of Spring
I still smell coffee brewing in the morning
And the silence of our skin

Hands encircling my waist line
Moving slowly down
Addressing all that’s in me
With authority and grace
Slowly, quickly all in that warm space
Nothing taken for granted or forgotten in this time
I still smell coffee brewing in the morning
You constantly cloud my mind

Daybreak rolls upon us
The magic soon gone
Sunshine ends our time of oneness
Like leaves on the ground in Fall
Shallow kisses of reality shower me down
I still smell coffee brewing in the morning
The one thing you left me
In my one month with you

The Color
© N Noël Aug 2010


Purple, Red, Brown and Green,
The color of skin some demean
You are your skin deep and ingrained
The Color of America is most times inhumane
Do you see others for who they are?
Has that day and time gone so far?
Do you see the person inside that shell?
Does the color of my skin make hatred swell?

Orange, Grey, White and Black
The rainbow has no chance
Neither does the “wetback”
Is Pink or Salmon what you prefer?
Does color make jobs and common sense
Crawl underground
The color of Human can’t be brown
Ink, Blue, Sapphire and Jade
Spitting on my pride and calling me a Spade

Beige, Yellow, Silver and Gold
Wrestling with society’s color aches my soul
Human value sold along the way
With slave ships, borders and red tape tying hands
Freedom only bought with change purses full of blame
Color judgment hurts, degrades, brings tears of pain
No one knows the scars until you wear this skin
The Color of America can make your spirit feel like Sin

Defeated, Broken, splitting in shame
The Color of America constant and negative
Running through my veins
Burgundy, Acid, Tie Die, rippled with color
America the melting pot so we think
Color is leaving us bankrupt
A sinking ship on the brink
Grey, Ash, Iridescent and Pearl
America’s Color skin deep
An example to the world

In the Morning

In the Morning
© N Noël Aug 2010


In the morning when I rise
I thank God for my thighs
Heavy laden at times
But keeps me moving when I rise

In the morning when I rise
I thank him for my life
For the incidentals and strife
Let’s me know I am alive
Gets me through makes me thrive

In the morning when I rise
Quiet space, breathing life
All the past struggles gone
Like forgotten prickly thorns
In the morning when I rise
Life is a gift a new surprise

Brand new day I’ve been given
No time to keep gifts and talent hidden
The heart skips a new beat
Full of possibilities, hopes and dreams
In the morning when I rise
No time to waste on old hurts
And nighttime cries

In the morning when I rise
Feel the strength of my thighs
Keeps me moving along this new day
Morning prayers take the worry away

In the morning when I rise
Claiming victory I shout to the sky
My heart shining, not giving it all away
Renewed joy to start this day

In the morning when I rise
I greet this day with a smile
I thank God for my brand new day
Keep my faith all along the way
No doors will darken my spirit
Because I’m still here, I’ve made it
In the morning when I rise
I accept my life, this wonderful surprise

Lie-ability

Lie-ability
© N Noël July 2010


Lie-ability is someone no one needs
Hiding, seeking, faking, taking
Always ready to feed
Rules don’t ever apply to you
Snatch and grab, steal a soul or two

Coveting things, time and people
Immediate gratification
That works for you
A bandit of the heart and psyche
No friendship to gain
Their job, plain sight battery
Inflicting acid rain

Picturesque in person
Yet tarnished skin deep
Usurping, never nourishing
With one eye open
While others sleep

Lie-ability airy diction
From a feathery tongue
Aftermath left behind
Venom, toxic from your stinger
Phonics all unsung

Slithering snake with suspicious eyes
Fixated from inception
On whom they will prey
Staying just long enough to get their pay
Lie-ability leaves nothing in their path
Just aftershock and destruction
Never looking back

Lie-ability bankrupt of personality
Bleeding others dry
Selfish, self-centered, obsessive
An embodiment of lies
Impoverishment is the trail of tears
You leave by the wayside
The going rate?
Cheapening someone’s pride

Weighted down contraband
Smuggling to achieve sound ties
Lie-ability empty handed
Until all is spent
Don’t be fooled by this convict
Disguised as an undercover friend

Little Big Girl
© N Noël July 2010



Little Big Girl
Young, sweet and succulent
Little Big Girl
Grown before her time
Running from youth
With an undeveloped mind

Boobs, butt, body all exposed
Thinking he “loves me”
When he takes off her clothes
Body can’t catch up with her mind
Little Big Girl
Growing up in body, spirit left behind

Little Big Girl
Lost in a mirror, switching her behind
On the corner where trouble lies
Full of make-up, short shorts, everything exposed
Touched by ogling hands, eyes and rampant minds

Little Big Girl
Where’re you rushing to?
Ain’t nothing out there that’s good for you
Little Big Girl
Take your time
Life’s not going anywhere
Relax be a child

Trouble will follow
If you don’t slow your roll
Little Big Girl
Don’t rush or throw away your life
Before you’re old
Little Big Girl
Slow it down
You’re special only if you could see
Little Big Girl
Don’t sell your worth and become empty

Life’s so precious if only you would wait and see
Little Big Girl
Nothing out there except bad company
Don’t end up a jump off or throw away
Little Big Girl
Don’t take much to waste your time
Destruction of your person
Is just like organized crime

Little Big Girl
Please hear my plea
Little Big Girl
Keep your Pride, Respect
Save your energy
Little Big Girl
I know your pain
You’re a Gem
Little Big Girl
Your Life is not in Vain

A Woman's Place

A Woman’s Place
© N Noël July 2010



A woman’s place is where she’s told
From her youth, teens and even getting old
Walk this way, talk this way, look like a LADY
While keeping a smiling “Pretty” face
Demure voice, skirts pressed neat
All femininity in place

Run the home, make the meals, suppress when you’re tired
No one cares how you feel that’s how you should be wired
Carry the children, tend to their needs
Cook and clean with diligent speed
Her wants and needs, not required
Placid grace, agreeable pace, contain self respect
Back of the line, walk slowing behind

Don’t question why, don’t make waves
Learn the ways of a “woman”, BEHAVE
Respect, well, don’t expect it that’s a game
If you speak out of turn or accuse
You shoulder the blame
No harm no foul, expect no less
A woman’s place takes so much courage to possess

Listen up closely here’s what you do
Pay attention to this list of “what to and not to do”
GET, an Education, use your mind
Stay longer than others at work and don’t fall behind
GET, married; follow his rules,
Even when his job is gone
Make ends met, make his meals and lay legs spread wide
Smile a foolish grin, don’t even cry
All the while suppress… your…. pride

A woman’s place is where she’s told from youth,
Teens and days of old
Knowing and claiming who she is what will save her soul
A place she must find in spite of what they see
Being the “perfect woman” has nothing to do with her, just Society

A woman’s place should be HER possession
No boundaries, limits or half ass suggestions
Don’t whisper if You want to Scream
Don’t laugh when You should Cry
Don’t be afraid to show that Beautiful Girl
Hidden deep inside
Don’t take a place that doesn’t fit
HAVE NO REGRETS

Don’t look back move steadily forward
Be who you are claim it be empowered
A Woman’s Place is the Grace of you doing YOU
Smile deeply, be focused, stay renewed

A woman’s place is one of true “INNER SELF”
Take possession of your worth
Be damned what they say
Keep all the fools, users, idiots and “so called” lovers
Far, Far, Far away
Hold fast to what’s important
That means YOU
The joy of knowing self, girl, nothing is better than LOVIN U

A woman’s place is first in line
To her and all who cares
Not buried in a well of reoccurring salty tears
It’s Your worth, Your respect, Your being
Your place to call your own
Take a Stand, Take Your Place
Make yourself FIRST

I Am

I Am
© N Noël July 2010


I am me through and through
I am tired, weary, exhausted, confused in pain
I am disappointed by life’s frequent rain
I am hopeful, joyous, open to receive
I am frighten, dismayed by results I didn’t conceive

I am a friend, a lover, a child in need
I am a victim sometimes I must concede
I am worried, panicked, charging ahead
I am the voice to those who think it but words go unsaid

I am a victor, a warrior fighting each day
I am a body, a Soul, glad at play
I am a believer in things that are good
I am the keeper but mostly misunderstood

I am a shadow of a person, a broken vessel some days
I am a giver, a teacher in every way
I am misguided by some not genuine
I am tired, hurting, weary, with wasted time

I am who I am through and through
I am trying, working, playing, crying through the night
I am making waves, putting up this fight
I am constant, obsessive, fighting for my life
I am present, I am HERE that’s what counts

I am coping, not stopping, making strides
I am confident, I am PRIDE
I am who I am through and through
I am a gift like sunshine in June

I am ME everyday
I am breath, air, hope, joy and rain
I am love, wanting, pleasure, sweet pain
I am who I am through and through
I am Happiness within myself
I am TRUE

Baggage

Baggage
© N Noël June 2010


Pile upon pile Soul dragged behind
It’s all the things people keep locked up inside
Heavy laden a lifetime of pain
All the incidentals pent-up shame
Past hurts, worries and mistakes that we’ve made
Carried around, dragged about
Built up into bundles too heavy to sustain

Pile upon pile, mountains high
Can’t see over those emotional crimes
Waiting to explode if given a chance
Unresolved issues from a long lost past
Bag on bag full can’t contain
Emotional baggage needing someone to blame

First come, first serve is the plan
Throw it on them be rid of the weight
First come, first serve gets past loss and hate
Pile upon pile, brick upon brick
Life’s baggage, past troubles keeps making you
SICK

Heavy, Heavy, laden down
Won’t release, it’s your claim to fame
Miserable, unresolved issues, keep trying to contain
Covering up what hurts never dulls the pain
Baggage, baggage, release and let go
Obsessing on the past like a dormant Volcano
Waiting to irrupt if given the chance
Who’s ever in the way gets the full blast

Mountains, piles, a deep abyss
An emotional, stagnant, festering cyst
Chains the Spirit and hardens the heart
Releasing the pain is the best place to start
Baggage, baggage, pile upon pile
Look in the mirror learn how to smile
Life is what we make it everyday
Take that Emotional Baggage
PLEASE …throw it away

If

If
© N Noël May 2010




If I don’t try there’s nothing to miss
If the hearts’ door stays closed pain won’t exist
If I keep silent the truth won’t be known
These are the things my spirit keeps trying to own

If I don’t give there’s nothing to loose
No one can judge you til they’re in your shoes
If I don’t scream there won’t be pain
Just noises in my head driving me INSANE
Wrong or right my thoughts are rift
My mind keeps going through this paradigm shift

If, if, if, if the echoes of my past would quiet their roars
Maybe past hurts would heal, stop oozing like sores
If I knew the answers to all of these things
Would life begin new like a morning in Spring
Dare I take a chance and let someone in

If promises were kept would I have become this strong
Life can be simple we’re the complicated part
If it feels wrong in the beginning why even start
If is a word I repeat everyday
Choosing which path is a chore painful at times
Some choices good, others dismal, prolonged

If I were free from the shackles of my Soul
Would pleasure and trust be the gift I am sold
Is it worth it to take a chance
Or wait on the sidelines for a last dance
If is a word I repeat everyday
My heart’s still wavering, at bay

Thin Line

Thin Line
© N Noël May 2010


There’s a thin line between love and hate
Heart and mind flutter between this invisible gate
One wins over each other from time to time
There are moments of splendor followed by shadows of pain
All depends if there’s sunshine or rain

There’s a thin line between want and need
Some will nourish while others just feed
Caught between passion and a will so strong
Wavering between what is right
Or things that may go wrong
Wanting and lusting for that promise so true
The heart’s barrier raised high one minute
Followed by thoughts of love renewed

There’s a thin line between love and hate
One small crack can open the flood gates
Taking a chance is a gamble each day
Swaying like wheat in a field your heart at play
Next second it may end, rotting like tooth decay

Thin, Thin line between love and hate
Takes deep soul searching to allow the heart to escape
Letting go, freeing the mind
Hate becomes just a lookin glass
A lesson learned from another time

There’s a thin, thin line between love and hate
Choosing which wins over is between
CHANCE, CHOICE and FAITH
Nothing is promised from the choice we make
Trust in the path take it one day at a time
The journey is the Blessing just enjoy the ride

There’s a thin, thin line between love and hate
Choosing which wins over is between
CHANCE, CHOICE and FAITH

Home

Home
© N Noël April 2010

A house does not a Home make
A box can be the same
A place where love, respect and joy dwell
Means more than just a name

A foundation were lives are built
Upon the essence of faith
That’s what a home is and should be
The keeper of all that’s great

Home is where the heart is
A safe haven where we dwell
Like loving arms that keep us warm
When life may go astray

The vessel that engulfs
Our wishes, hopes and dreams
The sanctuary for the people most treasured
Friends, lovers and Family

Home is where the heart is
Carry it close everyday
At the end of our journeys
It’s where our hearts
Rest, Love and Play

Space in Time
© N Noël April 2010





Time and space

Work and play

A place of comfort

To share one’s faith

Good times, breathing new life

Renew, Redirect and Expect

The best is yet to come

Gracious of this life

A new day gives light

Dirty Laundry

Dirty Laundry
© N Noël Mar 2010

Dirty laundry swinging in the wind
Dirty laundry full of past and present sin
Aired out daily trying to reprise
Stains embedded along with selfish pride

Smells so foul rotten to the core
Secrets and lies buried behind closed doors
Sucks out the living weighs you down
Dirty laundry pile upon pile
Oozing, dripping, spewing verbal bile

Like sweat soaked baggage you can’t get clean
Dirty laundry words, thoughts and actions
Others say they didn’t mean

Covered up shame is what they project
Washing out faults with others efforts
Thoughts of guilt have no affect
Dirty laundry like a one night stand
Another’s hurt, loss or pain
Means full pockets all for hollow personal gain

Like sheets once white now tattered and torn
Dirty laundry some choose to adorn
Wearing it proudly Sun-up to Sun-down
Living a life misguided they think is profound
A joke to most they can’t even see
Trying their best not to air their Dirty laundry

Dirty laundry swinging in the wind
False words no truth within
Dirty laundry flying high
Clothing self in a wardrobe of lies
Feeding off others is how you shine
Thinking life owes you, sad so vile

Dirty laundry words, thoughts so unkind
Soon washed out left swimming in stink
In your own Dirty laundry pure rhetoric Filth
Flying high once upon a time
Your own actions leaves you left hung out to dry

Much Too Much

Much Too Much
© N Noël Feb 2010


High on life full of zest
Not gonna rest til you get
The Best of the Best
You’re just much, much too much

Confidence spilling over
Tossing dreads or curls
Over the shoulder
Back straight, smile in place
Not a care in the world

Eyebrows arched right
High heels, red nail tips
With matching toe ring
Bangles swinging
Hips moving
Shinny lips and shapely thighs
Making heads turn rockin that stride
Girl you too much, much too much

Shades on right, perfume sweet
Little black dress, pumps on feet
Who’s to say if there’s drawers underneath
No matter what they say
Can’t give a care
Those who love IT get more than those unaware
Hmmm much too much

Short girls, Tall girls, Black girls
Mulattoes, Latin and Snow Whites
All dancing to your own beat
Music playin in your head
Whole package tight
Drop dead gorgeous and smart
With humor that moves the heart
Just much, much too much

Short dos, weaves, naturals
Permed or relaxed hair
Blond, red, brown or highlights
Can sport any style
Got the attitude and receipt
Wearing it well with feminine pride

All shapes, sizes and intellect
Fit the best in you
Don’t listen to any mess
Walk tall, play hard
Don’t give it all away
If they’re not for you
Girl they don’t have to stay
And definitely, definitely
Don’t give them any play
Much too much

Some can’t handle what you’ve got
Well that’s their loss
Most won’t appreciate the legend that is YOU
Much too much has to be number one
Don’t take on the simple kind
There’s always one that will love
Your complicated and colorful mind

The best in you shines through
To those who are on their game
All the rest Hell pass them on
Along with their issues and Damn
Their” My mama or daddy didn’t do “Campaigns”
Girl, you much, much too much


High Maintenance, Complicated, Flashy, Too Much Work
That’s what some may say but WHO GIVES A
FUDGE with whip cream on top, hhhhmmmm
Girl much, you much too much
The difference between a woman and a girl
Is the much too much DIVAS out there that RULE THE WORLD

When

When
© N Noël Jan 2010


When I am rich I’ll be happy
When I am in love I will be whole
When I retire things will get better
And so the story goes untold

Waiting in vain for life to happen
Each day goes by a life unspent
When it’s over all that’s left
Is a life hollow full of regrets

When the children are older I’ll take that vacation
Waiting for life to give you your turn
When will we learn there is no tomorrow
Hopefully the lesson will come very soon

When I am married I won’t be lonely
Forgetting a partner may not be a friend
When I have children I will be complete
Never keeping in mind a full house
One day becomes an empty nest

When I lose weight I will be noticed
Many will beckon flocking at my feet
Never understanding confidence is not on the surface
Loving yourself runs skin deep

When I find myself I will take a partner
No need to settle for one, there’s too many to meet
Time passes by and you get older
Standing alone cause you won’t commit

When I become of age, a Grown Up
No parents to tell me what I should do
Or how to behave
Pushing through life and soon it’s over
Missing those same parents you tried to escape

When there is time I’ll live out my dreams
Thinking time is on your side
Life, work and reality take over dreams of youth
Forgotten, buried under the waste of things you hoped to gain

When I am wise I will live each moment
Take nothing for granted each day is sweet
When I wake each morning I’ll SCREAM to the heavens
I’ve made it to see another day
Work towards fulfillment won’t give my hopes away

When I learn to love me
And the life I was given
Time will become my number one friend
When is the Here, the Now and My Present
I’m gonna make every second count until the end

Good-bye

Good-bye
© N Noël Jan 2010



Walked away with my head held high
Told myself over and over not gonna cry
Holding in tears no one could see
That’s the day you stopped seeing me

No explanation or words entertained
Just showers of sorrow pouring like rain
Heart left full ready to burst from one word whispered
Good-bye
Soul carried out in a hearse

Gone were the times when sun shined through
Shadows of memories from so long ago
Confusion compiled with questions and mistakes
Love, friendship and the truth all misplaced
Good-bye

No making sense of all the pain
Numb each emotion start again
Reliving each moment when “It” fell apart
Trying to uncoil the story from the end back to start
Good-bye
Still the same, empty, broken attached with shame
Good-bye
Tears falling running from blame

No concessions, last smiles or amends
Doors slammed on a heart once a friend
Good-bye
Back turned, strong stride, you walking away
Gone, along with time unexplained
Good-bye

Sheets of tears, worries, memories and pain
Holding it together because “self” is to gain
Good-bye
Mind cleared with new breath, breathe in
Good-byes lead to new and joyful things

New day deserves a new start
Good-bye
Two small words lead to a Free Heart
Good-bye
Good-bye
Good-bye
No more hurt, No need to cry
This is the last Good-bye