Spring lodge

Your hate is like a spear in my side. Your crulety makes me want to run and hide. Your insults make me want to cry. Your anger towards me makes me want to die. Your hateful remarks troubled my friends. Your screaming has made my life want to reach it's end. I've endured the insults, And I'm tired of the hateful results. One day you'll wonder why you were mean, And I won't know what to say it seems. You may hate me, But one day you might need me. You may need me to help you out, And I would have some major doubt. But you'll just be using me, Because I know that you still hate me. I'm not that stupid, But I'll remember what you did.

  In a world full of hate and despair, there may be times we feel nothing can compare, where it seems to be, beyond repair. In a world that's cold, and no sense of right, why try with all our might? Sometimes a black hole seems more appealing than the world we live in, and this hate and anger are heavy and make it hard for us to even fake a grin. In a world full of corruption and confusion, there seems to be no more unique distinction. Where has all the will power for one to fight gone? Has it all been too difficult, the thought of it, makes us yawn? What ever happened to love? Is it something we've all become to believe we're undeserving of? What has this world come to? Does no one find the need to change their point of view? To find the a way to exceed or push through? Open your eyes, and see the beauty. There is no point in being so gloomy. Sometimes all we need to do is find some music and get a little groovy. There is not enough hate in this world, let's not be so ...

  Why do the ‘bad’ things happen Causing shedding of many tears? Atrocities, neglect, futile wars Still going on throughout the years Why are innocent little babies born With problems right at the very start? Or ‘lost’ even before the first breath Breaking open their parents heart Why do some people have to struggle Through a life of torment and dread? For them nothing ever seems to go right Poverty and debt looms over many a head Why do fatal diseases like cancer Exponentially continue to grow? While cures are available, but not used Unless you’re alternatively ‘in the know’ Karma is one of the reasons For challenges we all must face But, we make the choice before birth To learn with experience and good grace For our Souls are on an eternal journey To experience and grow through life Reincarnating in a myriad of roles We need it all, including the strife The Law Of Attraction is also paramount An all-encompassing force, a powerful magnet Negativity or positivity breeds and grows C...

  Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fring’d legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy? Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear’d, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Keats’s own drawing of the Grecian Urn. Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring a...

  And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

  Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle But Gregory's wood and one bare hill Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind, Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed; And for an hour I have walked and prayed Because of the great gloom that is in my mind. I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower, And under the arches of the bridge, and scream In the elms above the flooded stream; Imagining in excited reverie That the future years had come, Dancing to a frenzied drum, Out of the murderous innocence of the sea. May she be granted beauty and yet not Beauty to make a stranger's eye distraught, Or hers before a looking-glass, for such, Being made beautiful overmuch, Consider beauty a sufficient end, Lose natural kindness and maybe The heart-revealing intimacy That chooses right, and never find a friend. Helen being chosen found life flat and dull And...

  In the wilderness of depression my heart has sunk so low; I long for a solution but I don't know where to go. I have this guilty complex, as if the fault were mine, As if somehow I’d ventured through a "NO ADMITTANCE" sign. I feel I ought not be here, I've better things to do; Yet I can't seem to focus, I’m simply muddling through. My tears are always present, appearing just at will; I feel nobody loves me, my world is oh, so still. In crowds I feel an outcast, as if I don't belong, I cannot speak to strangers within a noisy throng. My mind is all confusion, my heart is full of fear, I can’t find any solace, what am I doing here? With haste I rush for shelter far from this mob, this crowd; No matter what the function, they’re all so terribly loud. Back to my silent enclave, to loneliness and pain, To sort out troubled feelings that surface once again. How do I cast this burden? Find peace to fill my soul? Where do I get my answers? How do I find control? Can...