But here's some poetry. It stinks but is all that would come this morning.
Pride rejecth ... Pride Falleth
Mary, Mary, she stood upon the leaves of truth.
She stood and knew not what to do.
Happiness, Happiness lay beyond her reach
Yet it lay beneath her feet.
All she must do is bend and lift it to her.
Yet she stood looking upon it there.
Sadness, Sadness had she but bent lily white nee
What joy might have been?
Mary, Mary make your way away.
Follow not that path, go not that way.
Joy, Joy that might be.
Stoop and lift of the truth
Of what is and will be.
Bend thy neck to see what lies upon thy path.
Fear not and do not disdain.
Joy, Joy is all yours for this one thing
Truth lays beneath your feet
You have but to lift and embrace it.
Can you open the door to magic?
Can you reach out and retrieve what once was lost
Now calls to me
“Help please, help, before the tide carries me away.”?
You are what I can not see and yet
I heard you whisper to me
My heart is happy when I turn away
Why do you call to me still?
Am I great that you have chosen me?
It is it servitude that you require?
I reach heart longing to touch you and be fulfilled
Yet like bitter woman you turn and flee
Why did you call me here just to turn away?
I hate you
I love you
Shall I ever bring you back some day?
I laughed this morning.
Then I heard your voice.
I run to capture you, yet you allude me.
My life is in shambles
And you, evil lady,