Sweet Sanity

Written By Sylvia

Sweet sanity, why did you desert me tonight
leaving behind dark days, void of light.
Madness is waiting just a few steps away,
I'm trying so very hard to keep it at bay.

Sweet sanity, where have you gone?
You left me searching from dusk to dawn
for a path illuminated so bright,
to banish those dark days, void of light

Sweet sanity, my every moment filled with doubt,
this can't be what life is all about.
Desperately trying to fill dark days, void of light with hope
just so that I can cope.

Sweet sanity, I beg you, please come back,
guide my life to get it back on track,
to stop thoughts I have come to dread.
God, please don't let me be dead!




Copyright © 2008 Sylvia Feeley All Rights Reserved

Memories

Written by Sylvia

Laying side by side, holding onto the goodbyes,
is this our last day together, won't you stay?
The longing for another fills your eyes,
memories of her will not go away.

We pretend the memories are not there,
but we know they are, they will never leave.
My heart is filled with such despair,
please make them go and stay with me.

Copyright © 2008 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved

Your Words

Written by Sylvia

Ten years, memories of the past
Words hurled and spewed, they will not last
You’ll never know the pain I feel
To hell with others, so surreal

Memories painful, my soul is aching
Words hurled and spewed, my heart breaking
Daggers piercing my heart and soul
Will the wounds heal and close the hole

Why did I stay for all those years
Was in love, put away my fears
Cruel and vicious, I am confused
Awful words, left me bruised

Defeated me, soul eroded, left me stunned
No more, now free from what was done
Putting pieces together, once again
Battles to fight, victories to obtain



Copyright © 2007 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved

Silent Voice

Written by Sylvia - Input from billy rob

He silenced my voice so my words went unspoken
and all through those years held me down.
I dared not speak, for the cost would be hell
if my words should cause him to frown.

My opinions, thoughts, and views of this life
with me silenced, could never be spoken.
I dared not speak, for the cost would be hell
and I would be left shattered and broken.

Out of fear I gave in, never taking a stand
constantly rebuked, I was silenced again.
I dared not speak, for the cost would be hell
and this I can never explain.

Living in a maze, what direction should I take
Never asking anyone’s help or advice
I dared not speak for the cost would be hell
And my way would have to suffice

I have found my voice, no longer to be silenced
No longer will I be held down
I dare now to speak, for I'm free from that hell
and I'll never again face his frown.



Copyright © 2007 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved

The Shore

Written by Sylvia

Sitting on the porch of my cottage by the shore
Rocking in my chair, never getting anywhere
Listening to waves gently lapping against the beach
Seashells scattered about the sand

Gulls diving toward the water, then soaring upward to the heights
Majestic sailboats framed against the horizon
Clouds fluffy and white, floating slowly across the sky
Changing shapes as they go by

Little children squealing with delight
As they are chased ashore by the tide
Sights and sounds of a wonderful day
Filled with memories made to last a lifetime



Copyright © 2008 Sylvia Feeley All Rights Reserved

The Pathway of Life

Written by Sylvia

As you travel the pathway of life,
don't trample the flowers beneath your feet and if you dare,
stop a while, gaze upon them in their splendor.
Breathe deeply, smell the bouquet of the tender blossoms they bare .

As you travel the pathway of life,
pause a second and look at the reflection in the mirror.
What do you see; the person you have become,
or the person you strive to be, can it be any clearer.

As you travel the pathway of life,
take time to thank God for the things He has provided,
and the many blessings He has bestowed upon you;
no longer to worry about matters left undecided.

As you travel the pathway of life,
for just one brief moment, forget the misery in the world.
Contemplate the goodness in your fellowman,
and not the evil you see them begin to unfurl.

As you travel the pathway of life,
Stop and say hello to a stranger today, give it a try.
Watch their eyes light up and sparkle with a glow,
that can only be extinguished if you pass them by.

As you travel the pathway of life,
relish the time you spend with your family and friends.
Life is too short not to take delight in them while they are here.
Set your priorities, for one day their precious life will end.

As you travel the pathway of life,
spread a blanket beneath that majestic old oak tree with care.
See the initials etched with fondness; hear the secrets his leaves whisper.
Savor the memories left behind for you and that old tree to share.

As you travel the pathway of life,
I hope you can hear what my words are saying to you.
Use the time God has given to you on earth,
and focus on the really important things in your life to pursue.

Copyright © 2007 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved

Dreams of Love

Written by Sylvia

How I long to feel your hands caress me
And your arms to hold me in an embrace
Your lips pressed softly upon mine
This will never be, is what I must face

I wait each day for night to come
So that I can once again dream
Of a love that is not to be
Dreams that become nightmares, it seems



Copyright © 2008 Sylvia Feeley All Rights Reserved

Today

Written by Sylvia input from billy rob

Today just seems to be one of those days
I just can’t control, try as I may
I am trying quite hard to get myself going
And keep at bay this wind I feel blowing.

Today just seems to be one of those days
When everything is all dark and gray
Makes me feel so very sad and blue
But don’t you worry, I’ll make it through

Today just seems to be one of those days
I don’t want to go out and play
Time will pass, tomorrow will come
God willing, I won’t feel so glum


Copyright © 2007 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved

Fear

Written by Sylvia

Fear
Consumes my soul
If that was your goal

Fear
Is always near
Everyday, all year

Fear
Never goes away
It forever stays

Fear
Erodes my feelings
Leaves me reeling

Fear
Black and dark
Awakes with a start

Fear
I cannot overcome
Leaves me numb

Fear
My chest is tight
I will fight

Fear
I cannot breathe
Will it ever leave

Fear
Holds me in its grip
An unwanted trip

Fear
Give in to defeat
Oh so sweet

Fear
Let go of me
My soul is mine to keep you see

Copyright © 2007 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved

Sadness

Written by Sylvia

Where there should be gladness
in your words, written or spoken,
there is only a deep sadness.
Your inner spirit is broken.

Memories of a long lost love it seems,
have wounded your kind soul.
They haunt your dreams,
you will never be whole.

The time has come to let them go,
to fill your soul with happiness.
Once again let your words show
there is no more sadness.


Copyright © 2008 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved

A Day is Born

Written by Sylvia

Early morning just before dawn,
Droplets of dew glistening on tender blades of grass
Ole Sol is beginning to peak from beneath the clouds
It won’t be long until another today is born

Coolness is in the air just before dawn
Flowers are shaking their sleepy little heads,
Spreading their petals for all to see
It won’t be long until another today is born

Gods’ creatures beginning to stir just before dawn
Tiny insects jumping from leaf to leaf
Crickets chirping, wake up, wake up
It won’t be long until another today is born

Bumble bees making their rounds just before dawn
Suckling the golden nectar from flowers that abound
Butterflies coming awake, spreading their wings
It won’t be long until another today is born

The birth of a day just before dawn
Amazing to see and hear this glorious event unfold
To realize that today is another tomorrow in disguise
And yesterday is but a passing memory


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Solitude

Written by Sylvia

Early morning just before dawn, my solitude time
To reflect on the past, plan for the future of mine
To think thoughts I dare not speak aloud
For they would produce dark clouds

Silence unbroken by useless words or noise
Daylight beginning to break the dawn, a time to pause
Those hours and minutes I cherish
Without them I would most certainly perish

My solitude time is ended when you awaken
And my golden silence is taken
No one to watch what I do
Question my every move

Not a soul to interrupt my silent thoughts
Alone, a solitary place, I am not distraught
I am thankful, full of gratitude
For my time of solitude

Copyright © 2007 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved

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My Life is Turning Around

Written by Sylvia

It was the fall of the year, September to be exact.
That is when my whole world turned upside down.
My partner made it hard for me to stay intact.
At that moment, my journey begins to escape the misery.

Sadness and grief have filled the months since then, I’m not whole.
I must find a way to climb the steps back to sanity.
A friend inspired me to look in the depths of my wounded soul,
and find the courage to write my own story verse by verse.

I am taking a chance to write about the things that shaped my life,
to form them into my words and share with the world.
Each word held up to the light to see the darkness and strife,
then am I prepared to place them in the recesses of my mind.

The light at the end of the tunnel is drawing nearer,
my dignity and self-respect once lost, I have now found.
I can see myself again once without looking in the mirror.
My broken spirit is healing, now I can laugh and smile.

There are other sad words that I must write,
to hold up to the light before I put them in their place.
The sun is shining on me and my heart is filled with light.
As my journey nears the end, my life is turning around.



Copyright © 2007 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved

Junior and Me

Written by Sylvia (This is based on a personal experience and is true.)

Junior and me, he was twenty-five, I was twenty-seven.
We met through his mother who was a friend of mine.
He stayed with me for a while and it was heaven.
After a few months had passed, he went home to stay.

I finally realized he was much too young for me.
He had a lot of growing up he needed to achieve.
We parted as friends because he agreed,
there were more wild oats he needed to sew.

One Friday night at 2:30 AM, I was asleep and content,
I heard him calling my name over and over again.
His voice was filled with agony and pain, I didn’t know what it meant,
and I was shaken to the depths of my soul by that awful sound .

Friends stayed up the rest of the night with me, I was berserk.
I dared not close my eyes for fear that I would hear his voice once more.
That next morning I called my friend at work,
she wasn't there and I really needed to talk to her.

The person who answered the phone said to me without a warning,
didn't anyone told you what happened to Junior.
He was killed in a car wreck at 2:30 this morning.
And then I knew what he was trying to tell me, he was dying.

Copyright © 2007 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved

Our Oak Tree

Written by Sylvia (First Verse by Billy Rob)

Two centuries it has been there, standing proud and tall,

weathering every storm and refusing to break or fall.
When I gaze upon its beauty, it seems to talk with me,

telling me old secrets the oak has chanced to see

Through all those years, people have come and gone,
Some of them sitting beneath his branches until dawn
As couples picnic, he hears secrets they share,
Memories left behind, their initials etched with care.

Fondly he remembers a young couple, lovers from years ago
Sitting on a blanket, holding hands, all aglow
When they left, a heart was carved in his trunk
Each time he sees that heart, he remembers their spunk

That old oak tree wears his scars proudly for the world to see
Each one reminds him of how those people loved his tree
And as the years continue to pass, that old oak tree will last
Still standing proud and tall, remembering secrets of the past

Copyright © 2007 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved