5-19-18) Turn the page.

Be not afraid, just turn a page.

let me hold your tears,

let me wipe away your fears,

look into the heavens you will see that i am there,

let me take away the pain,

the thorn of your anger,

let me fill it with love , open your heart to me ,

let me break down that wall,

let me open your eye’s, let me help you realize,

the precious gift you hold inside,

the soul that is a diamond in the rough , please turn the pages,

be filled with the knowledge , wisdom and truth ,

see the book in front of you ?,

i do, with every turned page , i will give my love to you .

just turn the page.


NOTE: wow its been ages since i had a poetic funk. hope you all liked it


2-14-17) Pain ?


“Pain ?”


This word Pain.

what is it ?.

Is it a thorn ?.

Is it the past ?.

something worn ?.

No, its life’s reality, that

almost said good-bye,

as I fought for my last breath its finality and

yet temporary death.

Did I see a light ?. was it through

my minds window ?.

should I lie ?.

NO !.

for it was not long enough for me

to know.

so now I continue

to live in this life’s


holding this unknown book of truth

yet to be told.

some day I will know .


3-31-16) Lights Out



Light’s Out.


Lights out, going dark,

feeling the signs of death coming over me.

yet at the same time, memories

of the light are

too far from my own



Visions of my awakening, feeling

the love of the one

who has not



his love surrounding me,

sending me back,

giving me

another chance at life, to look further at life’s

continuing glance as I dance

in life’s spiral dance.

Fleeting, flying, seeing into my own


of my soul.

showing me where i now should


In time I will know.



normally i don’t give the meaning behind my poems.

but on this one i will. on march 12th-2016, early Saturday morning, i had a sever Asthma attack, all’s i remember is telling my man to call 911 and saying “god please don’t let me die”as i black out and fainted.

the ambulance and firetruck, came to our door in 2 minutes, and maybe worked on me for 15 minutes or less, you see when they came, i was dead, they saved my life that morning, if it was not for them and all the people at the hospital, this little poem would not exist.

i’m so damn glad i’m alive, now i’m on the medicine i need to be on, i hope my health, my Asthma continue’s to get better.

Asthma is no joke, it came back like a bad dream. now i have to learn all over again to deal with it .

7-6-15) Why ?



Why do you tell me lies ?.

you tell me that you


you tell me

that you know,

you even tell me you care.

Problem is


don’t see you there

or here .

My decision to decide, I made

looking into my own

eye’s ,

a reflection in

the mirror ,

a reflection without


it come’s to no


that the existence come’s

from within.

a place where there is no sin.

for my own life

now begins.

6-8-12) “Voices”

“Voices “

voices in my head

like pages that

have not been read

when i look into

your eyes, the story

i see unfold has

yet to be told

as i touch your face,

taste your tears,

reminds me of the

love i

still have for you

after all these years

Al’s i had to do

is turn the page.

to have the courage

to go to the next stage.

as i turn the next page.

i listen to your voice


5-11-12) “Moon Light”

Do I, do i believe ,
do i see, as i sit here and sigh .
closing my eyes wondering why,
 while tears falling
down my cheek ,
seeking the one truth
too far away and
yet within my reach.
  his high power his word like
 that of a sword .
 his strength that of bronze ,
this song
filled with an ancient word ,
calling me at night ,
while i sleep under the moonlight
just a short poem i written awhile back on
my facebook page

“Heroins snare”

“Heroins snare”
As you sit over there  i watch you roll
your eyes
as you enjoy your high
wishing that
you can see how it makes me feel inside.
i wish you had never met her
i wish you have never found that high .
cant you see
she took you away from me ?.
you over there , me over here
loosing you to her lovely snare
while i sit over here
you enjoy that high.
while i sit over here with
tears burning deep from my eyes.
 only to leave me
with these found memories
of the days before you found that
high .
written by (me) Karen.
“why i wrote this”.
heroin is a horrible addiction a bad nasty drug.
my brother who’s name i wont mention was
hooked  on this drug, a lung condition , is what finally
took  his life years ago .