Friends
"You have to be a friend to have a friend."
This is what she told me.
We happily planned outings together.
Later she would tell me the fun she had when she went early and without me.
She did this repeatedly to me.
What in the world was happening here?
I gave up and stopped calling her.
Some time later, when she realised I was absent from her life, she question me.
I question her about her past actions.
She denied what she had done.
Still she asked ,"Why have you not reached out to me?"
My reply," You have to be a friend to have a friend."
You have not been my friend...
I am done.
#@demcmurphy,#friends,
Harold and the Purple Crayon
Alas poor Harold, a neglected four year old that spends all of his days alone and in his pajamas. His only source of entertainment is his purple crayon. It is the only crayon that poor Harold owns. With his puple crayon poor Harold draws on everything around him to create a beautiful , magical world where people care and he is never left alone.
Harold can eat anything he can imagine in this world ,so he is never hungry. He can draw animals to love and parks to play in. Harold is happy in his purple world. He can play with any toy he wants and lie in the purple clover under the purple sky.
Harold is happy in the purple world until he is startled by the sound of the lock on his bedroom door being unlocked. His mother comes in and screams at Harold to “clean up this awful mess!” and she takes Harolds purple crayon and throughs it against the wall. The purple crayon falls behind the big chest of drawers.
Harold does what he is told because Harold really is a good little boy. When he is finished cleaning his room, he reaches behind the big chest of drawers and retreaves his beloved purple crayon. He hides it under his matress and waits until the next day when he can once again escape his neglected life and live in a beautiful purple dream.
Free me with love. With tenderness and caring.
Free me from the chains of intolerance, the bindings of disrespect and the bars of critisism.
Free me.
Free me by freeing your own mind .
Free your mind of the clutter.
Free your mind of the presumptions you have of me.
Free your mind of the misconceptions you place on me.
Free yourself.
Free us all with love.
Free us all with the idea that we are as one.
Free us all with compation for one another.
Free us all.
Free us all.
I Get Lost In Here
I know that I often times, get lost in here.
I cannot explain why or how. I just get lost in here.
I am adrift in my own mind. Not doing the things I should be doing
Not doing the things I planned to do. I just get lost in here.
I have tried for so very long to find my way around it. To find my way through it.
To just get past all of this insanity. Still, I just keep getting lost in here.
It is like a mental illness that I see and do not recognize as mine.
It takes only but a moment to get swept away. It takes all of the rest of the day to muddle my way out. Not knowing how I found the exit.
It happens. It happens a lot.
I get lost in here.