Oh no, its that time of year

Oh no it’s that time of year
When everyone is full of cheer
When one must muster up the strength
To go on and on in unending length.

To be a part , your fallacious life
To carry on beyond your strife
To come and go day in and out
As if it matters that your there
Or as if you have narry a care

But you will , the traps been set
To change it now , would spring it’s load
And furthermore , your life explode
Even if you did succeed……
Oh the hearts that then would bleed
Remember now there are those who care
And all the pets whose love you share,
And you’d miss the nice sun rise,
the birds that sing ,
The fact is you’d miss everything
Now sit you down and think a bit
But most of all you should not quit!
No life did not turn out as you had hope
But come on now and try and cope
Who knows how long your life is in your days
Or how to make it thru the maze,
The ins and outs and ups and downs
The fears that makes this sad heart pound.
Your up at 2 so what is new ,that sleeping thing is not for you .
But quiet here you must remain
And hang on to what you know is sane
Feed the cat and pet the dog who’s sleeping now just like a log. Go make yourself a quiet tea and think of good things you hope will be .
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I’m leaving now a few blank lines in hopes that is a very good sign , that I’ll return and write again
And so good night my unknown friends
By Meredith J Weir
12 /20/15. 2:20 a.m.
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What World

What World is this so torn apart
With sins and fears and fighting
With tears and cries and lives torn up
The world’s soul volcano erupts…..

This , This is life without
The promised one , we talked about
This , This our sins made real
It’s time now to seek Your Saviour

Our sins have taken the path to hell,
Not one of us it’s pain can quell
But in the distance, and yet it’s near
Our hope of Salvation will come.

Come, Come to doubting hearts
Still the fears and hope impart
Bring, bring now your love and Peace
So fighting and hurting will cease.

He was ,He is and he’ll always be
The chosen one thru eternity
The word made flesh, The prince of peace
Put down now your weapons and pray.

Love , Light he’ll bring to you, no more dear child must you live in doom
He is here in your heart make room
For the prince of peace to come in.

To Tune of greensleeves

By Meredith J Weir
12/12/15 6:03 a.m.
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Lost, Ode To My Jingle Joy

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I am lost until I have your soulful eyes looking into mine –

I am lost until I find my needs in yours.
I am lost til you say come on let’s go for a walk.
You focus me, you bring back to reality, you love me unconditionally
I don’t have to win awards to win your love.
At times it seems I have no other needs as long as I have you.
Some people won’t understand our relationship and that’s ok
Because ….I have you !

By Meredith J Weir
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4:30 a.m.
11/30/15.

The Patterned Plate

In most homes it conjures up good times, spent over a meal.image

But this plate is different as to what
I would feel

Lost in the pattern I rode out my time
carefully staring memorizing every line.

Outside of this process sorrow is spilled and than anger and madness came with the deal.

So sad, since the food offering usually was great, the Cook’s good meaning intention did come hooked with a bait.

And I swallowed each morsel, and I cleaned my plate and I loved and I cared not knowing my fate.
Days and than months turned into years
But alas I didn’t help the one that I feared.

She’s gone now but not the fear she instilled, that goes on and on year after year, and it wasn’t till recently it came clear to my mind

When again this plate came down like a sign,
at an unknowing minute and not in my home it reminded me, that I was alone. I couldn’t eat off it I put it away and shuddered as it led me to think of those days.
A week since that date of that memory filled plate
and I’m still sitting here just lying awake.

She said she would haunt me and I fear it is so , I try hard to let those memories go. I try and conjure up good times, to replace the bad but that just render’s me, so often so sad.
So it’s Time to turn off this writers mind and look for the rest my body must find.
By Meredith J Weir
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10/13/15.

How do you quell the pain

How do you quell the pain and the sorrow
when someone unearths your fears of tomorrows.

When they tell you how… you must carry on
when they haven’t a clue what comes with the dawn ?

When they try to entice you to dream and to try,
but they don’t see your checkbook has already died.
When your body stops wanting
And your heart fails to see
A living tomorrow of any degree
When the richness you own is all in the soil
and nothings to show for your life full of toil.
When you aren’t who you were and your not who you are
when all memories can do is conjure up scars.
And there’s nothing to pass on, nor some one to give
When your dog is the one for whom you will live.
But you can’t find a Dr to claim it is so
so you stay at home more cause you don’t want to go.

When being with people begins to feel stange, but you know that your dog understands all your pain.

When writing it down brings sorrow to friends,
they don’t understand why you- pick up this pen.
But for you it’s a vent, a place you can breathe, it gives air to the chest that struggles to rise, and form to the feelings that are locked up inside.
A writer,a poet, composer, and friend who tried hard to help and tried hard to mend the rips and the tears in her life here on Earth,
and struggles so hard to see her own worth !
Fear not my dear friends I’ll be here tomorrow in spite of the sadness I see in the night,
I believe in our Lord which alone brings me sight.
I don’t get it, this earth thing we,all must endure
but believing in Jesus- my heaven’s secure !
And maybe just maybe my journal in pain
will help another who reads and exclaims,
she gets it, she knows me I am not alone and for that reason my craft I’ll continue to hone,
So please do not worry as I capture the night it may not be for you that I sit up and write.
It may be my gift is to captured in ink what so many souls already think
To leave them a night song to bring them to sight to help a dear soul come through to the light.

By meredith J Weir
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9/14/15.

Trying

Hello, I’m trying..…
I’m trying to those who like me I’m trying to those who don’t.
I’m alway trying within my self
A life put on a shelf.
I once tried to fit in,
Well, that was a total lost!
So now I wander on trying
A life spent at great cost.

All this trying is exhausting
Fear of apathy is near by
All I wanted was to live
my life before tis time to die.
My stories are perplexing to those who think they know me well.
Belief in God alone keeps me
From destination hell.

She see beauty all around her
How could she be depressed
It’s better you not know
What’s in this troubled breast.
A heart that beats in time
Despite my gloomy stance.
Adds to the irony were my life
Set to dance.

I’ve tried to make a difference
My lofty dream awry… it’s time to sip
My coffee and release a giant sigh.

Oh I’ll keep on trying till there’s nothing else to try and finally finish trying ,when at last to life I’ll die.
By Meredith J Weir
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4/26/15

Overshadowed

Have you ever stood in a shadow to see better ?

When does living in the shadow
become your darkened sight ?
If you live in the shadow by day ,
what do you do by night ?
If asked can you see better
what say you then to this
Can your life be measured by the things in it you missed ?
For you there’d be no husband or fenced in yard with kids,
But a life you now have etched out from beyond the scars you hid.
Oh those scars, are not really hidden from those whom knew you well,
For each day you live among them as many could now tell.

Oh You’ve made a life for sure, gather from the smoldering embers , is it one that gives backs to others ? We’ll see how I’m remembered .

Standing at a distance , I see a flickering light, it too casts a shadow on my own life’s plight
she’s on she off she’s up she’s down .Can I fan my life to flame ? When this life is over to what then can I claim?

Oh readers of my darkness please do not be dismayed
For I live to tell the story from inside depression’s cage.
By far I’m not alone in this wired cage of sight there are many many more reaching outward toward the light.

I’m here to call us onward ,
steel caged bars to mesh be dimmed.
It when we look beyond it that we’ll see above the rim .
Beyond that rim , a light, is shining oh so bright
It will be for us the ending of our harrowing nights.
We can finally close our eyes , where no thoughts of fears will ride ….
because we know we’ve made it, to the lighter side.
By Meredith J Weir
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3/24/15
1:33 a.m.

Can the darkness coexist with the light ?

Can the darkness co exist with the light ? I’d say yes,as in the old beloved tune “It is well with my soul” Where it is written ” Christ has regarded my helpless estate and shed his own blood for my soul.” I think I finally get it and if I’m wrong so be it but I’m clinging to my faith even more now . Loss can be a good teacher, Only cling to that which can never be lost. Jesus is the same yesterday today and forever. ponder now on that!

Oh Death , Thou are Enticing – written For Freddie Prinze – 1977 by meredith J Weir

oh death thou are enticing

when life is such a bore

when your giving out all you’ve got

and they just ask for more…

and even when the curtain falls

They think that your at rest

and here you are, practicing to be your very best…

and so another act goes on-

and so your life is spent

not having time for living, not knowing what it meant.

we laugh at life or so it seems

the clock is ticking fast

and every night that we sleep, our life is going past

we can not slow it down ,we  live a rapid pace

I don’t even know who entered us

in this human race.

by Meredith J Weir

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Hoarding life 101

You can not take it with you
You can not leave it here
You can not put it on a shelf
it’s part of you, you fear.
You can not throw it away
You might then need it some  day….
Or maybe it’s just a memory, of how things use to be
At least that’s what you tell yourself
You can not set it free.
You can not toss it out like no value lies within
It belong to such and so and you know that she was kin.
It may be the only family that brings you cheerful thoughts
And to sell it would be hard for good memories can’t be bought.
So let’s look inside this box , oh what do we have  here?
Just some recipes I’ll try ,oh yeah and in  what year ?
a box of magazines assorted shapes and kind with all sorts of articles that you’ll never, never find. And what about this box marked. In nana’s dresser drawer, did she ever wear this necklace I haven’t seen that before. Oh that was an Avon special, she got with that gold embossed bird pin…..And you just have to keep it Why? because again we’re kin.

So 0n and on it goes sorted thru, but not thrown out, yes you know its true

it’s what a hoarders life’s about.

By Meredith J Weir

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1/21/15