thedarknesswrites

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

The cord became a strand that strand now fiber… lays
To speak upon the weight and strain of all its days.

Once part of a pattern in a rug that dressed it’s room ,
it now lays barley visible and knows from weight, it’s doomed .

The things of life have crushed it.
The nap it can not rise
it now just lays in wait
For it’s ultimate demise.

It still serves some purpose ,
To warm the floor below
But that too was splintered
From likened weight I know.

The color of the rug, is faded from the past and speaks to me in volume that it’s time just can not last.

Oh its been walked upon,
And life has left it’s stain
And now all that is left is to ask should it remain ?

Lest it be given cleaner or vacuumed torn apart. Let’s just admire it, for it did give it’s heart.

Oh I know that there are those of you who read between the lines but really folks it’s ok it’s really doing fine.

An interesting analogy, as I
View surrounding floor,
I really did protect it though I could have done much more . The wooden floor around me lays …
lighten now, by sun’s harsh rays
yet under me still lies….
a varnished life that cries.

By Meredith J Weir
Nov 19 th 2014 (8:30 a.m.)
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I saw a wrecked up body
A ghastly sight for sure
the scars ran wide and deep
I couldn’t tell much more

The body, it was breathing
but could it be alive?
and I sat there….wondering
how did it survive,
to be where I was sitting and starring
at it so, and what of all this ugliness?
I really didn’t know.

What weapons could have possibly
caused scars so deep and dark?
What weapon could have wrecked this life
and left such ugly marks

The light where I was sitting, it really wasn’t good,
I wanted to look at its face, I wondered if I could?
Could it have been a sword, a razor or a knife that
had wrecked this body ,that once had been a life?
It didn’t feel the pain right now
it sipped sweet spirits like me
but all that I could think of ….was what pain there had to be.

Someone sitting near by me , I overheard explain,
On how he knew a man once who nearly gone insane,
on how his life was ruined when he was in his prime
and how this was the place now where he spent most his time.

He spoke of the real damage, the pain within his heart,
it stirred in me the question as to where this all could start?

He then made reference to this thing alongside me
and now I was intrigued by what this all could be?
The conversation ended only one more thing I heard
that all this pain and ugliness was the result of a spoken word!

by Meredith J Weir
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To the next year
( sung to tune auld lang syne )

Should this year pass our memory
Tomorrow there’s a new one
I hope it’s better than the last
I hope it is a good one !!

Chorus : To the next year
To the next year
Let’s hope it is a good one
I ‘ll tie one on , branded egg nog
And hope it is a good one.

Should this year pass our memory
And all the bad forgotten
I think it should I wish it would
Cause some of it was rotten

Tomorrow’s ills I know not now
Nor would I want to either
That’s why I sip a spirit drink
So I’ll remember neither 🙂

By Meredith J Weir
4:28 a.m
12/31/13
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My apology to Robert Burns author of the original
Auld lang syne 🙂

My confession 2013

2013 is almost gone
But before it leaves us
I see something wrong …
I want to start next year
With nary a care
So let me take time now
— a few things to share ,
To those that I treated in an unkind way
I ask for forgiveness and pardon I pray .
For my sins of omissions
When I just let things pass
The memory of these thing I pray
will not last !
By knowledge or time lapse
I have no excuse
The guilt of these things
Dear God….. Cut me loose !

Some now have burned a hole in my heart and I know now , I know
They can not depart .
Only God’s mercy might set me free but then again, it’s so buried in me.
You ask why I’m sleepless
You certainly can see
It’s all the guilt so wrapped up in me.
I want to hope — I’ll do better next year,
But memories assault me and fill me with fear,
So as the clock tick, the current year to expire
I am praying and praying to this I aspire
Let me be more like Jesus
Who didn’t put off to tomorrow
And caused a relative so much grieving and sorrow though mine is gone now and I pray she ‘s at rest I know in her eyes I didn’t pass the test .
I don’t know of a pill that can heal my pain and at times in the night
I feel like I’m going insane .
Can I use The excuse that says
” I’m only human ” I see “do better ” scriptures all over are looming . If God DOES forgive me
Why then can’t I ?

Well good night my dear friends all I can say is I ‘ll try
By Meredith J Weir
12/28/2013 5:12 a.m
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