A Rose's Lot

A rose cannot ask to be picked

Imprisoned by the bush it belongs too

and the root system from which it has grown to thrive

It is quite helpless

One Rose may cry to be left alone to grow and flourish

while another Rose begs to be plucked and given to passionate romance and a fleeting life

Both pleas go undetected

A rose may reach out to an admirer,

but its slight movement is mistaken

for the affects of a subtle breeze

A rose is one of those creations.

a victim of fatal theft

left to the whim of the one who has the power to pluck it

A rose, once plucked becomes regarded as only an object of admiration and desire

A common token of affection

Taken and given to be enjoyed for a short time

before it fades, whithers, and dies

An easy symbol of ones ardor for another

Every Rose has a story.

And, Before one plucks,

One should remember

A rose has thorns

natures attempt to protect its vulnerable beauty

To ward off those in search of an easy prize

And to remind the taker that the confiscation of this fragile bloom is not to be taken lightly

but rather painstakingly

with great care

WRC

Almost

Today, I almost could smell the ocean

Today, I almost screamed my head off

Today, I almost made the biggest mistake of my life

Today, I almost called

Today, I almost ran 3 miles without stopping

Today, I almost hated you

Today, I almost cried

Today, I almost laughed till I peed my pants!

Today, I almost lost a pound

Today, I almost smacked you

Today, I almost got all the laundry done

Today, I almost picked up a hitch hiker

Today, I almost gave that “bum” something to eat

Today, I almost ruined everything

Today, I almost ran down the street Naked

Today, I almost loved you.

Today, I almost did a lot of things

Oh well

Maybe Tomorrow

WRC

I am Woman Hear me Roar

I moan in ecstasy

I groan with the pain of childbirth

I cry for joy

I cry for grief

I giggle at first love

I sob for hearts broken

I laugh merrily

I weep bitterly

I speak carefully and profoundly

I talk too much

and without a filter

I bless

I curse

I sing my heart out in sweet incantation

I scream in anger

And someday,

when I am tired

and all utterances

escape my mind and ability

I will quietly and peacefully,

Sigh in death.

WRC

Fallacy

A Farce?

Truly you must know that that, cannot be true

comedic and entertaining are not fitting characteristics

anymore than  Hippopotamuses  are  fit for ballet

A legand?

No

Come now,

To characterize such  with the likes of Robin Hood or Sasquatch

who are you trying to fool?

And why?

A Lie?

No

This can't be true

A lie is by character and result a destruction of the soul

told from a weak and selfish heart

A Fallacy?

Yes

perhaps....

of the most divine nature.

That is a better description.

Illogical, Emotional, Irrational?

Full of holes and flaws?

Well,

It would have to be....

Aren't all other matters concerning the heart?

WRC

Thirsty

Thirsty

Alone

Dying

Parched

Searching

one after another

hallucinations of a spring ahead

lead me to hopeful wandering

according to my name

bleary eyed and swaggering I pursue this hope for survival

but I never arrive

my thirst is never quenched

I am left to roam this cruel desert wilderness

Alone

Dying

Parched

Searching

WRC

Words

Words

Isn't it profound, when you stop to think about the power that one human can have over another with words? And that the power that we have over each other depending on the context of the words spoken and heard can have such contradictory affects on the outcome of our hearts, our souls, our minds, our world...forever?

Words can wound deeply and cause pain, sorrow and grief

Words can be a healing balm to one's soul and bring comfort and joy

Words can bring war and enmity and sometimes unrecoverable decimation of one's world

Words can speak peace and friendship and hope for one's life

Words can cause hollow loneliness resulting in cold indifference

Words can bring fulfillment and bring a kindred, almost cosmic warmth along with passionate swells of emotion

Words can be nothing but empty promises and disappointments

Words can be everything that is trustworthy, sincere, and good

Words can bring Darkness and Deception

Words can bring Light and Truth

Words can bring imprisonment and damnation of mind, body , and soul

Words can bring Truth, Freedom, and Redemption

All this being said,

One might reason that there should be rules about the words we choose, who we choose to speak them to, and the timing in which we choose to speak them.....someone with enough wisdom and discretion to monitor or mediate these powerful dictions. But, there is no such supreme being and no such rules. Even if our choice leads to the most devastating of circumstances to ourselves or others...the words we speak our ultimately by our own choice.

One then, should choose wisely the words he/speaks to another for they may carry a greater meaning and power than you will ever know. 

WRC