I Am my Brother's Keeper

Why are the children dying?

Doesn’t anyone see?

I remember a time and place when this world was safe.

My heart mourns for all these poor innocent lives 

We all have to ask ourselves are we doing and focusing on the right things,?

Why this world is getting worse and not better. 

If we all come together Instead of dividing and conquering, then we can at least have a fighting chance to repair the damage that’s been done and save the next generation. 

Our species is on the verge of extinction, not from war or outside influences, but from ourselves. 

Our emotions of fear, insecurity, mental illness, drug addictions has taken over, infecting high levels of administration that was set in place to give checks and balance.

If each individual holds themselves accountable for their own actions regardless of status or position, then there still is hope yet for the human race and for our children. Regardless of race creed or religion or sexual preference your child is my child. We must ALL set an example for OUR CHILDREN. I AM MY BROTHER’S KEEPER. Are You?

    

                                                     -Lisamarie-

            

Each Tear

Distant lands far and in between with wind catching and lifting the leaves.

The memories are stored in each tear drop that falls from your eyes, which forms a huge ocean that reflects off the sky.

Voices  of the past echo and as time goes on they slowly dissipate until they are gone.

Time has moved on at an accelerated rate and all i’ve ever known has been erased.

The wind mingles with the sand and sea and one day they will carry me.

    

                                                      -Lisamarie-

Wake Up People

Mysterious wonders across time and space gravity causes my heart to be be displaced.

The invisible ink that’s written in the book of life has many names crossed out due to killings and strife. From the tallest mountain I look upon the world and view it in it’s complete desolation, and revel in my absolute isolation. People are destroying each other , tearing each other apart, wars in foreign countries is not merely enough? I refuse to be apart of the madness and join in the segregation and sadness. Life is a cycle that repeats itself time and time again simply changing patterns but having not ending. If we do not wake up and make a change everything our forefather’s fought for will have been in vain.

                                         -Lisamarie-

        

My Love

My love is the Ocean.

My love is the sea.

My love is the summer’s breeze the blows through the trees.

My love is the splendor of a newborn baby’s cry.

My love is the crystal tear that falls from your eyes.

My love is the wind, that carries the ancient scrolls.

My love will keep lift you up you when you are old.

                    -Lisamarie-

    

I Think Of You

Today I think of you and wonder if your okay, my thoughts are with you everyday.

What once stamped my heart with love and pride, now fills it with emptiness inside. 

Why did you go ? Why did you leave? despite my  best efforts to beg and plead.

Sometimes people fight and make mistakes, that’s not a reason to throw them away.

The only fear I hold deep  inside, is that you will never cry for me when I die.     

                                               -Lisamarie-

A Sonnet For My Love

You are not a God. 

You are man.

You’ve learned to understand, accept and love me for who I am.

You are my stability, my rock ,my cool evening shade.

You took all my fears and tossed them away.

You touch the hidden places within me, where no one’s ever been. 

You are my sweet sin.

You’ve removed the bitter sadness and anguish from my eyes.

You’ve taught me how to laugh instead of how to cry.

You find me, even when I want to hide.

You are a perfect imperfection, an image never to be erased.

You are peace and tranquility, in a world of confusion.

You are my fantasy , my dream, my ultimate illusion.

You are man.

               

                    -Lisamarie-

Replenish

My eyes are wide open. I see the world in a whole new light.

I have learned never to give up, and always fight. 

Life is what you make it either sorrow or joy. 

No one man can dictate or have control. 

The truth  is in your hands, The choice you make to either cower down or stand.

Stand up for the things you perceive to be right, or run away from the darkness  towards the light. 

Implant a seed of love in your heart, that’ll grow and flourish instead of breaking apart. 

My eyes are wide open, the tunnel of pain has been rebuilt brand new.

I can see the beauty and light that shines from within you.

                                                      -Lisamarie-

In Quiet

In quiet, in a dream the silence of my thoughts sings to me.

Like unto the whispering of the mountains roar and the stillness of a summers breeze, the silence embraces me.

Like unto a melody without words, a source without a name;The silence soothes me all the same.

Vibration echoes and tumbles in my soul. Silence is a gift, which makes me whole.

                            -Lisamarie-

Forgivness

Welcome! To my alternate reality, where people take on different shapes and perception is merely an illusion.

 Your chaos is your own delusions. 

Those whom you’ve once cared for and adored has locked you out and closed all the doors.

 No time to weep . No time to mourn. I’ve plucked out that rotting, jagged thorn. 

Keep blaming me for what’s supposed to be my mistakes, you’ve planted a seed of malice and hate. 

I forgive you, whether it be today or tomorrow and my wish for you is to have no more sorrow.

                                                                                                 -Lisamarie-

Infinite

I’ve traveled many oceans.

I’ve stormed over many seas.

I’ve looked and searched everywhere for my dream.

I’ve climbed many of mountains.

I’ve touched falling stars.

I’ve rode on the wings of the wind.

I’ve tread through the sand and snow.

I’ve quenched my thirst with the waters of fallen rain.

I’ve smelt the first air of the morning dew.

I’ve combed the heavens and earth to find you.

                       -Lisamarie-

        

Invisibe Science

The human being is the only species, who bathes themselves in perfume and cologne to get rid of our scent. Is scent though something that we can cover up?

The way we choose our friends, lovers, and associates, we do it all by smelling each other’s scent.

Therefore, I wonder if murderers have don’t have a scent.

 They kill to steal another’s scent.

The reason why I spend so much time pondering this is because I find it amazingly sad.

We are supposed to be a superior species, but some kill for fun and amusement.

Is it something that can be helped?

Or a predestined order to which they must succumb to in order to survive.

The invisible science, which groups us together as either as outcast or members of society will probably always be a mystery.

                                                       -Lisamarie-

Chained By Love

I know your in pain I can see it in your eyes. You laugh and socialize when all you want to do is cry.

When will his memory ever go away? The love you have in your heart captures you like a slave.

You know the truth that it can never be, then why won’t his love set you free?

Your body is numb even though you try to carry on, acting like nothing is wrong.

The one thing you have and the one thing you possess is that you know that you gave your very best.

For now, you hold a secret that no one else will ever know.

You shall keep him locked up inside until your ready to let him go.

     Dedicated to A dear Friend:

                                                                                                               -Lisamarie-

Writing On The Wall

This blank page is my canvas. My words are painted in black.

Artwork of my soul, it illuminates and makes me whole.

Like a craftsman I carve out each thought with ease and care.

My writing is a window to my life, a sonnet of my dreams.

My art  will live to go on , even when I have turned to ash and stone.

                                -Lisamarie-

Miracles

Miracles can happen, not only in your dreams though impossible it may seem.

My faith is strong and true, because I will always believe in you.

Broken yet still alive, I feel you clawing your way out of the darkness and into the light.

Don’t succumb to the dead of night. Take my hand and I will hold you tight.

I’ll never let you die, i'll never walk away. 

Miracles happen everyday.

                                                         -Lisamarie-

Let Me Love You

This Is a song I wrote when I was only 15 years of age. The age where everything seems complex and love is the ultimate fantasy.

Let me love you in the moonlight.

Let me show you how you sweet love can be.

When I hold you in my arms, you give me feelings of complete ecstasy.

Late in the night when I'm dreaming of you , and you come to me.

I see in your face the love shining through, I feel so close to you.

I remember the times, the moments we shared .

You told me you loved me and will always care.

Our dreams that we had , our lives starting over: but now I'm so blue cause now it's over.

Can you show me that you love me , show me that you care.

My Slideshow

The Key

Why is it that we hear but never listen?

 Thoughts get tied up and disintegrate in the air. Is it so hard to find someone who really cares?

Nowadays we are so wrapped in our lives, which we cannot deal with anyone else’s pain.

Everyone wants to be happy, but do we know what happiness is? Is happiness watching a favorite video, or hearing your favorite song?

 Or is happiness just simply sitting in the dark pretending nothings wrong. What really is the key?

I know I will not find out until I’m free.

                                                                    -Lisamarie-

Reach Out

Our Fears

Everyone has nights, where they sit up and can’t sleep, because you can’t really tell if the dreams a reality or just a dream.

Everyone has nights where their darkest secrets come alive and you feel the dread and fear inside.

Everyone has a fear that they pray will never manifest itself and come to life.

In everyones life there’s a moment where you ask yourself. “Why am I alive”?

Having these fears and questions does not make you abnormal.

Acting upon your fears and turning them into reality, that’s when it becomes a tragedy.

It’s important to know that we are not alone, and the heavy burdens we carry are not all our own.

People drown themselves in fears, because they convince themselves that no one cares.

If only one voice is heard through the muffling of chaos and confusion, then we have succeeded  in saving at least one human.

                                                                           -Lisamarie-

The Elements

Earth ,wind, fire and sea, these are the elements of life that I breathe.

Down to my very bone I feel nature in my soul. The sea roars, bouncing off my cells and vibrating into  blood vessels .

I get swept up in the wind's embrace while the gentle air cools my face.

The fire heats up and ignites my soul, which is the very essence I need to make me whole.


                                                      -Lisamarie-

Maze

Let me enter the corridors of your mind , where all my senses are a heightened state.

I float weightless laying on the cushion of your dreams, where all things are possible and life is not what it seems. 

 I glide slowly past the memories, sorrow and regret and plunge through a tunnel of despair, which propels me suspending in mid air.

 Reaching out I take hold with one hand a vessel carrying love, hope and faith , which leads me out to the end of your maze

-Lisamarie-

Maze

9-11

On the day of 9-11 the cries can be heard all over the nation, when one evil act put thousands in obliteration.

Bow your heads lift your eyes up to the sky.

Remember our dead and how they died.

We shall all hold our hands and band together as one, as echoes of voices reaches the sun.

Today there’s an eerie silence that fills the air, as we remember the souls that perished year after year.

With a badge of honor their memory shall go on and each and every name of the fallen will be carved in stone.

-Lisamarie-                                                                                   -Never Forget-

Helping hands

I can recall a time and place where children’s laughter filled the air.

My children danced in celebration of their innocence as I looked on in splendor and wonderment.

They knew nothing about the chaos and confusion of this world.

They only had the complexity of what clothes to wear the upcoming day.

In my day when I was younger, adulthood crept on me.

Nowadays children transition into young adults too quickly.

They are not prepared for the harshness of this world.

Many children succumb and are lost in the storm, because they lack the will and determination to fight and hold on.

We are left with a complete degradation of an entire generation.

I implore the people of this world, if when walking, driving, and doing your daily task: to please take the time to reach out to our younger generation.

Do not judge, do not be afraid, what might not be your child is someone’s child.

We are what can make the difference between a younger generation who’s filled with hate, or a generation of hope.

Not only does it take a parent to raise a child, but also it takes a well-developed society to be the background to hold up the foundation.

Let’s not be by-standers and when something goes wrong, judges and jury.

Lets all be helpers and partakers in making a difference in at least one child per day.

What we do today, determines the evolution and continuation of all mankind.

                               Lisamarie-                                

Captive

He held her in his arms while his razor sharp fingers caressed her cheek.

He held her captive with his words and when he spoke his breath formed into flames.

He put her in stupor of false ecstasy, and bellowed out laughter while her loved ones hurt over her demise.

Pleading and begging won’t bring her back, she’s under his spell.

                                     -Lisamarie-

Change Of Season

In the breath of the wind, I gather the flying leaves. 

The flower pedals begin to dissipate with time it’s the season all things change and frost looms and covers with their shimmer over the land.

                                                                        -Lisamarie-

Shadows In My Mind

Shadows in my mind, mysterious of darkness trying to find light nowhere in sight but I fight to hold on to my heart.

Save me from these dreams bringing back those memories, which have faded, through time.

 I remove the shackles and tug on the reins get back up and fight again. Re-arranging the colored fragments in my mind, I hold on and cling to life.

Little Tattered Girl

Little tattered girl who wears a torn dress and torn shoes. 

She grows hungry for freedom and she thirst for desire that never comes.

She roams in the darkness searching for light, thinking that if she was a butterfly, she could take flight.

She pulls at her skin to make sure she’s really alive, trying to feel something other than the nothingness around her.

She falls to her knees in sorrow and pain, but help comes to no avail leaving her to beg barter and steal.

Little tattered girl with no hope left in her heart please help is coming don’t give up . Don’t give yourself away to the dark.

              There's A Broken Little Girl In All Of Us

                                  -Lisamarie-

                            

                       

Mind Over Matter

Mind over matter is such a funny thing . In life we let others control our actions and thoughts.

Our very will is influenced by outside influences, that the mind just becomes a magnet attracted to others will and perception Mind over matter equals conformity.

Lets get our determination and focus back so our will will b the driving force in our decisions.

                                                                   -Lisamarie-

  

The Eclipse

Glaring up into the sky I see a luminescent ball of light. She dances in and around the clouds while the darkness covers up her nakedness. She stubbornly reveals a glimpse of her  light and  peeks behind the darkness of her wardrobe. Oh. the beauty of this eclipse.

                                 -Lisamarie-

I Believe I Can Fly

This song inspired me. I remember my oldest son’s graduation from head start:Yes I said head start.He had the complete  white cap and gown. On his face was a smile from ear to ear and the look was pride I’ve never seen. He knew he did something great. That was the first of my beautiful journey with my five children, all of whom are now grown up men and women. The beauty that a certain song brings back so many memories and joy.
                  -LisaMarie-

A Life

I’ve lived my life , by emotions alone . My mistakes carved and etched into stone.

I’ve walked between the hour hands of time, and realized that the life I gave was never mine.

I finally found a place called home, somewhere I can call my own.

Each tear I’ve ever cried defined me and made me the person I am inside.

Feeling stronger than ever before, I start a new chapter and walk through the door.

                                                         -Lisamarie-

Remember Me

Remember me , when the sun hits the trees with it’s shimmering light.

Remember me , when the moonlit stars dance in the dark of night.

Remember me , when you feel the soft gentle breeze.

                 Iv’e been transformed into energy.

                 I am part of the earth, sun and sea.

        I only come back to life, when you “remember “ me.

                                       -Lisamarie

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Is love?

Is love tangible? Can you taste it, feel it ? Capture it in your hands? 

Is love a force led only by demand? 

Is love an indescribable feeling in which all humans want to possess?

 Love can be manipulated in so many different shapes and forms. 

 Love in its amplified state mirrors: jealousy, empathy and hate. 

                                        -Lisamarie

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Eyes Wide Open

With my eyes wide open I can see all the wonderful opportunities.

Letting go of control seems painful at last, shredding away the hurt of the past.

Happiness isn't as impossible as it seems, I only have to open my eyes and believe.

                                                    - Believe in Me-

                                                      -Lisamarie-

Fallen

My body’s heavy, my spirit is weak, I open my mouth and try to speak. 

There aren’t any words to come out, not a single sound as I try to get my grip and turn around.

 I fall on the on hard cement stone and look around but I’m alone.

 I try to get my composure and tell myself,  life’s not over.

 Broken in pieces, I still have my sight I will find my way through the night.

                                                             -Lisamarie-

My Son's

So tiny and so little, I placed him on his bed and bowed down and gave him a sweet kiss on his head.

 He curled up into a little ball and closed his eyes to dream.

 I gazed at him closed the door and wondered what the future had in store.

 Did I give him hugs when he was hurting and wipe his tears? Did I hold him tightly and chase away his fears? 

Will he find the little key I left in his heart, when life wears him down and he wants to give up? 

He’s all grown up now and on his own, living life as all young men do.

 The day came where he opened up my door weary from life’s journey and bestowed a kiss on my head as I slumber in my bed.

To My Sons- Love Mom

-Lisamarie-

My Daughters

I’ve held innocence in my arms and nestled her to my breast. 

I gave her the sweet milk of a mother’s love and laid her gently to rest. 

Always knowing the day would come where I would have to let her go, so I gave her a map and placed it in her heart so she will always know.

How to deal with life and all it’s pain and happiness as well. I know she’ll make mistakes, and I will try to guide her through and through. 

She won’t listen most of the time, that’s what young adults do. With a tear in my eyes of joy and pain I wave her on her way and remind her that I love her each and every day.

Have You Ever?

Have you ever sat alone in the dark, Trying to hear the beating of your heart.

Have you ever heard the silence, when it bounces of the walls in waves?

Have you ever been afraid?

Have you ever sat in your room alone and cried , wondering why your still alive?

Have you ever told someone you care, and they look at you with that blank stare?


Have you ever wanted more, but nothing is on the other side of the door?

                                                                   -Lisamarie-

Sorry

I  probably could  be sorry or maybe I could relent,  maybe I could forget all the years that I spent.

 Wasting my time trying to forget the past instead of looking onto something that could really last. 

I made a mistake  I know I am wrong. I’m guilty you see, I don’t blame you for hating me. 

Words said harshly spoken, leads to trust greatly broken. Some say they’re perfect , some say they’re true, If you made a mistake I’d most certainly forgive you.

-Lisamarie-

Mental illness

 Some of my blogs and posts are what is like to live with mental illness.

 Many people have a mental disease and it goes unspoken as if it were talked about something    would get broken. 

 I want the world to see what goes on in the manic mind when cohesive thoughts are drowned inside. 

 I am an individual who’s thought patterns take on different shapes and sizes.

 If there is anyone else out there like me, please feel free to speak.

Often we feel as though we are all alone, but in truth there are many who want to share their  pain, but don’t know how out of fear of SHAME. 

Who’s to say what’s normal or not . Who’s to say what’s wrong or right.

We all seem to be living in this world controlled by conformity. All I want is just feel  to be free  to be ME. 

 If you close your eyes and reach inside, you’ll find so much beauty within there lies.


 In my mind I visualize myself as a butterfly.


 I can appreciate the simple things , like the way the grass feels under my sweaty feet.


I love the taste of my favorite dessert that’s really sweet.


Night time is my favorite place because in the dark no one can see the sadness in my face.