I see you in the morning
Erase the board and start anew
It's the time of our existence
Fiercely trying to break on through
Playing the waiting game is a tedious way to fly with a broken wing
Letting go of the choices that you made
While taking hold of the big brass ring
A symphony of emotions
Playing without the beat of the broken band
What has come in great forces
Has left what was dealt by
Fate's unsteady hand
Caress each moment as if it were the end of what steadily remains
Polish off the tarnished silver
Wipe off the splintered panes
Listen to the familiar tune of the past, and it's auspicious minutes
While removing the mud from your shoes and saying one last penance
Wave your wand and chant all day
While turning the deity around
Face the door or face the floor
At the end of the day you frown
Make a wish in a hollow sphere
and feel the warmth of your breath
Find me there or stay right here
It's nothing close to death
Faceted abodes show mirrored walls of blatant shadows of deceit
A river of tears won't fill your cup
while a stranger's on the street.
Drop to your knees and touch your hair
Don't be afraid to twirl it too
Coming full circle isn't bad
as the hypocrites wait for you.
*Dedicated to Gaga*
© Tammy Talluto 2017
I see you as you smile while the pain is radiating deeply beneath your skin.
I feel you as you show your face among many, and no one knows the torment that keeps you awake at night.
Loneliness is on top, yet pushed down into the pit of selflessness,
Because that’s just how it goes.
Expectations of what was, adds insult to injury when a new you displays an old soul.
Keep moving and moving and moving until what keeps you up loses its strength and you barely balance on your beam of normalcy.
Time keeps moving almost as quickly as you are. You’re winning and losing, but the balance truly doesn’t relate.
You sing and dance while multi-faceted to what is hidden beneath a broken soul.
I write while what I put forth generates the undeniable weakness of my finger tips. Chin up or fire explodes underneath layers of my skin to my unnatural bones.
Solitude or misunderstanding, all and all it’s the same blackness and sometimes acquired emptiness. It’s all about prospective, but for humans it’s all about retrospect. You can either fall back into that familiar warmth or venture forward.
Keep moving forward is my choice, even while trying to exclude the part of you that tries to dig it’s unworthy claws into you without trepidation.
I do see you. I do feel you. The smile that keeps you from crying. As once the tears start to fall the rampage of what has been running it’s course takes over. You and I both know we’d rather tell it to fuck off, rather than let it win, laughing as we fall down.
May the universe accept what we put forth to end the deterioration of what has been a part of our existence from the moment we inhaled our first breaths in this world.
America the beautiful elected a nefarious man who has spat on it’s waving flag.
Now it’s about hatred, racism,
And calling a neighbor a fag.
We’ve come so far in our community,
only to be thrown back with possibly
as if we aren’t free.
Guns are sold and given out like
Sweets in a neighborhood candy store.
We opened our hearts to immigrants,
Now he has closed the door.
A transgender man who’d risk his life to honor this country of ours,
Is no longer allowed to fight for his country,
No matter how full of scars.
59 were killed at a concert one day,
While singing to music the country band played.
husbands, wives, sisters,
Brothers, moms and dads
Went to Las Vegas and planned to go home,
Instead their souls left their bodies where they lay,
shot from the bullets that strayed.
What has become of a nation
Hate took complete control.
Now we’re divided although we stand inches apart from a different race or gender.
His lie has taken its toll.
The KKK draped in white sheets,
Killed a woman because she was black and free.
She protested peacefully,
got run over,
and she’s never coming back you see.
Not even a mention or heartfelt remorse from the one refusing to care about humanity.
I remember once feeling proud to be an American before things were changed.
He entered the Whitehouse full of lies,
Now in this country, I feel acutely estranged.
People are arguing and debating,
Turning against one another.
Friends against friends, neighbors against neighbors,
and sisters against their brothers.
Every day I pray for peace and love to bring us all together.
Unfortunately the one who was given the seat in the Oval Office,
has nothing to do but tweet all day,
earning his title as oppressor.
Freedom seems like a thing of the past as each day comes to a close.
No news is good news anymore,
take a knee, protest and soil your working man clothes.
Audacious in his relationships with clan members and racists who feel more empowerment now.
The Antichrist has reared his head as we watch our country take its final bow.
Life, THE greatest show! For
Every soul an actor of sorts,
Whether drama, murder, romance, comedy, or maybe "God" the great "director" combines an intermingling of all for delightful amusement.
Everyone playing their parts on this
Giant stage of vivacity and existence, called Earth.
Step right up and see bloodshed, you can see seduction, and love between a man and a woman, a woman and a woman, or a man and a man, you can see the love for an infant as it is born into this abomination of lies, hate, back stabbing hypocrisy, lack of genuine empathy sick world!
He takes in the pleasure of the crowd as he pierces his victim
And the victim falls slowly as if a ballet dancer, coming out of a pirouette, beautifully to the ground with grace...act one....CUT!
Act two...He expected them to be filled with a sense of happiness as he pursued them, taunting them with his calming Smile yet by which he held in his decadent hand would send even the most brave to that place of horrific terror we've all gone to in our dreams, Yet return with inexplicable trepidation, temporarily to his dismay
Act three...Curiosity killed the cat, child, woman, and the teenage boy,
Satisfaction only brought back the cat,
As the satisfaction of the pedophile, The sociopathic come hither killer made sure the others didn't.
Act four...A child walking in to school knowing it would be the last he would have to endure the pain of what comes out of their atrocious mouths.
By his own hand shall his fate be.
She sees her and takes in her piercing yet gentle eyes
Alluring and beauteous,
She is there but not, or only
For one exquisite minute
So minuscule is the stage
And how so speedily and promptly
Do humans play their parts
Until the final black curtain falls.
*In Memory of All LGBTQ Kids Who Took Their Lives Because They Weren't Accepted And Loved For Who They Were*
Love is love they say.
Who are they?
Who speaks with no disarray?
It is those who loved him, you see.
Those who loved unconditionally.
Although you saw him smile,
He always felt your hate.
In who's shoes did you walk a mile?
You judged. You didn't hesitate.
When he walked out of the door,
and you watched him walk away.
You should've loved him to the core,
you should've begged him to stay.
Emptiness filled him as he walked his road alone.
He lived with what was, although you turned your heart to stone.
Was it not enough for him to feel torment till his door was open?
Yet you chose to knock him down,
when his silence was finally broken.
His decision was made,
after his soul, in its entirety was broken
He used a razor blade,
No mom and dad, it wasn't a phase.
He wasn't just joking.
You might as well have used a shovel to dig an early grave.
Now you're crying by his casket.
Instead of him, it was yourselves that you wanted to save.
No more second chances.
You had your chance to love the one you gave birth to.
Look at the boy you took for granted,
as he can no longer look back at you!
All because your son was gay,
you ridiculed him and turned him away, for his own life to take.
Now he's dead, and won't be coming back.
He's with all of the others, who's families made the same mistake.
*In Loving Memory of Dorothy Smith & Russell Smith, My Grandparents*
Late at night and early in the morning is when I hear the memory...
That comforting, nostalgic whistle, long and eerie, anticipated.
A song pops into my overcrowded brain, Going back to Ohio, my family is gone....., those lyrics are what my needle of pain gets stuck on, the remainder is scratched, skip, skip
As a child I'd watch from the old tattered window as it passed,
Like a lullaby it calmed me into the slumber I'd succumb to at last
More than the sound fills my taunted mind with such melancholy thoughts, as my mind overflows with sorrow, gushing waterfalls of pictures from a time less woeful to my surmise.
I'd sit in that old chair, dark eyes on the black and white, with no brooding worries, innocent as most insouciant little ones are
It was my clock, click clanking at the same time right on schedule, yet those I met each day have departed, as that train had, leaving me with with a mere glimpse upon dreaming
Sitting on the back porch on that worn metal glider,
A wink, a familiar aroma so sweet,
A star filled sky of a beautiful day to follow, Oh how I long to return to such antiquated times, for a minute, an hour, one day!
Now I'm enveloped with the irony of the return of the reminder
Plagued with the distance from them and me, the deceased who are yearned for, as circumstance has delivered me.
I wait for them patiently, as I know they will come.
Angels floating in again, from a place never undone.
Wrap me in your feathers, and auspicious I will be.
As the darkness envelopes the whole between all of you and me.
The whiteness of your feathers always show brightly through the dark.
When my eyes close to the world, they are open to your spark.
Your bright light ignites me, like a match to a flame.
Others may not see you, as they're not open to this gain.
Swarms of delicate little flutters form a barrier from the fallen souls.
They are here to protect, whoever remains loyal to His hold.
Whispers come inside the circle, if you listen with clear mind.
Messages are not altered to those who are not blind.
Single feathers are left around for those who need them the most.
Maybe some feel that angels don't exist.
Yet when they were saved, who was there among them to assist?
When minds suddenly change, what takes you down a different path?
What would've happened if you chose the other way, or the wrong way to be exact?
Do not dismiss the angels around us, and be humbled to what they bring.
Hand to them your trust, and for you my friends, they will sing.
I like to try different recipes for Kris and the kids. It's a little difficult sometimes because our little guy seems to like only pasta, rice, mashed potatoes, corn and chicken cutlets. I figured this recipe would work because he does love tacos. I have a recipe board on Pinterest that I like to refer to.
If you have a big family, this is the perfect recipe. It's called Noodle Taco Bake and the recipe is below. Everyone loved it! If you try it out, please let me know your thoughts in the comment section below. Thanks and enjoy!
Taco Noodle Bake
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Lightly spray a 9x13-inch pan with cooking spray. Set aside.
Cook egg noodles according to package directions. Drain and set aside.
Cook ground beef in a large skillet until no longer pink. Drain fat. Add taco seasoning and water to skillet and cook for 5 minutes. Set aside.
In a large bowl, combine cooked taco meat, Rotel, cooked noodles, cheese soup, sour cream, and cheddar cheese. Mix until throughly combined.
Spread mixture into prepared pan.
Bake for 25 to 30 minutes, until bubbly.
Time...steadily it goes by.
With it goes the laughter.
With it goes the tears.
With it goes the anger.
With it goes the fears.
Time...no matter what, it continues to go by.
We say goodbye to winter, as we
Watch the solemn snow melt away.
We say goodbye to spring,
feeling the gradual warmth of the sultry sun on our faces all day.
We say goodbye to summer, as we watch the leaves change their colors.
We say goodbye to Fall...but that's not all.
Time...it gives and it takes back.
Yet, how beauteously it gives again.
It gives nostalgic memories.
It gives daughters and sons,
who give us grandchildren to hold dear.
It gives stories told by our elders,
passed down to our young.
It gives family gatherings...
Enveloped in our minds and hearts combined,
never to be taken away by time...
Time...it gives us a multitude of love, to absorb and revel in the now.
To hear a song so beautiful, that it makes you cry.
To place your arms around that person, who's arms around you feels so good, you never want to let them go.
To look into the eyes of your child and still see what you saw from the first moment they came into this world....but so...this is what you should know...
Time....live in the now.
Grasp each second, and hold it there for as long as you can.
For once it escapes, you can never get it back.
Embrace those you love, as if it were the last you will see them.
Time...we think we have so much of it...think again.
Time...a necessary evil. A remover.
It takes away our youthfulness.
It takes away our friends.
It takes away our outer beauty.
It takes away our kin.
It takes away the innocence and purity, slowly drifted into the past.
Oh...no...that never did outlast.