Just To Be
I can't see the forest.
It takes all I have
just to be a tree.
I've been called a fruitcake
you know the ones
old and stale
made of things unrecognizable.
Inside from birth
I've felt myself
lead by a star
a guiding light
high in the heavens
that only I can find
in the dark night skies.
In the present
it takes all I have
just to be.
Had an ex whom that he was the STAR of the show
Entitled he was like we all should've worshiped his BIRTH
A legend in his own mind, to this world he was the PRESENT
Although, if you ask me he was nothing more than a bad tasting FRUITCAKE
As far as I'm concerned, he can make like a TREE and leaf!! lol
careful this time, about word count...
The star shone upon the recently born tree, as it was presented to a loving fruitcake.
The birth of a star coincides with the flowering of the magestic fruitcake, tree, and the traditional giving of presents.
When you wish upon a star, fruitcake fruitcake, where's birth, tree tree tree, a birthday present shines for you...
Birth of fruitcake heralds the dawn of age of tree gifting as presents.
Presents of ostantatious nature, such as fruitcakes and trees are given richly , to celebrate the birth of Donald Trump.
'..Or is it a birth canal?' She asked , knowing i am a fruitcake , and consequently cant tell the difference between a tapering cervix and a pine tree, wrapped up in pink paper, the kind used for presents.
I Did it in Order
I remember when I believed in wishing upon a star
That dreams came alive and true love was a concept not too far
That fairytales could happen if you just had enough faith
That hopes were usually bittersweet like an over done fruitcake
But that was a different girl from a distant past and this is the present
I stopped imagining myself as the princess and came to terms as a peasant
The revelation of reality has set my mind free
To grow in different paths much like the shade from this old tree
Broken out of the chains wrapped around me at birth
Taking in my new found point of view with winter and mirth.
I love the stars. My love for them began when I was 5 years old, on a warm summer evening. After a slice of fruitcake and the sunset, my uncle took me and my cousin to sit outside beside a tree.
"Where's our present?" I had whined. One of my best traits back then was impatience.
My uncle simply patted me on the head and pointed up. My gaze followed his finger, and I looked up.
I didn't know this word until middle school, but it is the only one that can describe what I saw that night.
Those few hours changed my entire life.
I've heard that if you give a love of science to child who is younger than ten years old, they will carry that love with them.
Now that I am college, an astronomy major, I look at the stars every day. My love expands every time I see the birth of star, or even when I see the death of one, a nebula.
They are forever, here.
In no way is this the Christmas season.
There it was! I could not believe what I was seeing before my eyes - my friend was as nutty as that good old fashioned fruitcake with legs, arms and a talking head, perfectly packaged and visible to anyone’s naked eye but rancid on the inside. I’d seen these behaviors before but this time it was crystal clear and physically painful. I was telling of the difficulty I’m having adjusting to a new location and she chose to politicize my reason for being in this new location that is steeped in early American history. Her reply, “You simply may have moved those 285 miles to contribute to the vote!” Those words that just rolled out of her mouth were as sharp as thorns on a honey locust tree! Sharp enough to keep any compassionate human being away, including me! I forget the awareness of the truth to not get close in conversation with her because I most likely will bump into a sharp pointed spoken thorn of words pinching deeply beneath the skin and right to my heart! Immediately I’m in a turbulent sea of adversity and a storm of feelings of sacrifice imposed upon me. Before I chat with her I need to root myself into the present moment like the north star anchored deep in the northern sky so I can birth a new pattern of behavior. On my journey I must imbibe the awareness that thorns exist, tread lightly and turn within myself for compassion and understanding.
from the star
there was born
the ripest fruit
that would never rot
it grew heavy with fruit
and carried its burden
until mother nature decided
to make a fruitcake
she put together her creation with care
with fruit and nuts and sugar
just the way it was supposed to be
but when she presented it to father time,
it was no longer still a fruitcake
it became a planet with sticks and stones
no sugar and spice
only rocks and bones.
from the star
there was born a tree
and while it's fruit looks perfect
it never turns out
the way you expect:
and that is the way
He was a FRUITCAKE! I swear the man was as insane as a fruit loop and went in circles the same way no matter what. Round and round the TREE in the yard, wearing a track into the grass like a dog who'd been chained to it all of its life.
I live in the PRESENT, but he was caught in the past and the endless repetition of scenes flashing back to haunt him, and I couldn't bring him out of it. He was the STAR of a horror show my imagination would never match.
There was only one thing that might give him the will to work at getting out of the rut he was entrenched in. The BIRTH of an idea I'd check out with the treatment team trying to bring him back from the pool of despair he was drowning in, niggled in my brain and I turned to the computer to research the glimmer of hope firing through my brain cells.
There it was; the clinic was right here in our city. Now all I had to do was break the chain holding him in hiding. Hope springs in my heart. Perhaps I can get my love back. Perhaps I'll bring him back. Please God, I'll do whatever I must. I love him so.
Wish upon a star
And your will come true
Close your eyes and cross your fingers
Good things will come through
So under a tree sat Dan
His ambitions clear since birth
Only one thing he desired true
In the time that he walked the earth
Under the stars he waited and prayed
For that gift he hoped fate would present
Unable to imagine anything better
Than finding fruitcake wherever he went
A scene I witnessed today
I was walking through a park when I saw a woman giving birth to a chicken on a bench. Just a moment later a tree cutter finally succeeded at his task to cut an oak down at which he had spent a week on. The oak falling hit an old grandpa, who got sqashed by it. A young man walked by just then, he saw the scene and kneeled down by the old man's body. "Fruitcake. I present you a knife, just one swipe down your throat and you're dead. No need for this crazy scenario with a tree." He said. Just then I saw a falling star about to hit Earth. I soon fled the scene, as I had no intensions of dying today.