CRACKed CHILDREN

It happened so young
They were just having fun
When she touched there
With tender loving care

...ok

He would come in at night
To tuck them in tight
But with a tiny little crack
She became aware of the sack

...ow!

Always lingering on the line
That something important was left behind
He trudged through life
Avoiding the commitment to his wife

...oh?

She was so angry all the time
With dialogues racing in her mind
The gate was barred long ago
When she found a secret that no one WANTED to know

...so!!!???!!!!

Age does funny things to living
Attracting all the gunk that was givin'
Moments become pools of sorrow
Eventually, there will be no tomorrow

...go!

.....................for Pity's Sake, 
                           will you go away!

Hope was offered along the way
Great gifts of joy, found no place to stay
Suffering became the walls of a home
Where waste and want wrote....ALONE!!!!

....and they believed.


Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-28-2019

Note: I believe LOVE is the most powerful force in the universe, and there is nothing or no one beyond the touch of LOVE; however, when NO! is the response of the soul, there is nothing you can do, but release, and let them go. 

STAYING IN THE STRUGGLE

A while back I left meaning
At the river bank of seeming
And gathered myself to trust
Dark and light
I learned how to fight
By giving my faith to LOVE

He took me deep and wide
Cleaning all I longed to hide
'Neath the sheath of TRUTH
The fire was roaring
And I began soaring
As the chains of deception were loosed

Down, up, over, under
The lightening struck and I felt HIS voice THUNDER
Shaking the foundation of my soul
I yielded to the push and pull
Wanting to be wise in spite of being a fool
To the world system of structured holes

For so long, my eyes were fixed
On the laying of the bricks
To see how it all works
The wrong tends to rise
In the systems we devise
.....quirks, quirks, and more quirks

What on earth made us believe
That we could keep what we receive
And do whatever it takes to ensure entitlements never leave
OUR FILTHY GRUBBY HANDS

UGH! I am so tired of the struggle
...I want, I need, I should have, I'm not happy with what I have
...........I should have alllllll I want, when I want it, and
....................GOD, you should want me to have it.

There! I said it!

So, if I continue with LOVE
I get the blessings others aren't aware of
Enjoying intimacy so deep my heart swells in capacity
Or, I can lay the struggle down
And try to keep all the temporal things I have found
In the accepted veracity
    ...of fallen men

Yesterday, the answer was clear
But today, my friend, I am here
In the thick red clay...that clings to my boots
Although I walk in peace
Matter tries to stick where the Spirit gives release
So I can allow enemies to believe they have valuable loot
....I worked hard to gain

No...it was given..and I will let it go.

Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-22-2019

HIGH RISE

Poor folk line the bottom floor
While the educated are in the middle
Because the rich MUST tip the top
So they can condescend to the little

Oh, I'm not being judgmental
I have been up and I have been down
I have been in many positions all around
When I decided to stay on the ground

....floor, and struggle no more

What is so confounded important
At the top that isn't at the base
A value, a belief, a position...power
That declares one has finally located a place

.....in the grid

I suppose, most don't know a truth
There are supporting beams only
And the way to stumble upon this knowledge
Is by falling through the gaps of lonely

In the building of the HIGH RISE
The one thing you avoid, is alone
You wants groups, clusters, gangs
That think and act the same, in their home

I've always been alone, so I can see
The system, the pressure, the lack
And what I have found is that lies
Will always pay you back

....for believing, and receiving 
      ........any and all rewards

Nope! No HIGH RISE for me
I have chosen to be
.....free

..............from all encumbrances.

Guess that means, no promotion!

Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-08-2019

THE GRID

A mother of eight
Left to raise them on her own
Damn that man...for dying
And leaving her lost, alone

A soldier of valor
Stood his ground in the face of fear
Now, he is court marshaled
For the lies they wanted to hear

A child hides in a closet
Hearing every thwack of the belt
Fighting the concern welling up
To be experienced, processed, felt

.......no grid

Pain beyond measure
Racks the prisoner of war
Trying to get through the moment
Til there will be no more

.......breath

Relief doesn't come
In fact, it builds and festers
Til the filters, ideals, beliefs
Are sequestered

.......to show themselves

and .........Give an account

to WHO?????

If one has no reason
And finds no need to question
Life is just a series of events
A journey without suggestion

Hmmm....what's that like?

Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-06-2019

Note: I have always had a grid. My encounter with TRUTH at 18 months set my path. Here I am now, faced with a truth I had never considered...it's a gift; therefore, compassion is necessary for understanding. I hope I have entered into the Grid deep enough to provide insight.

I'M NOT YOURS

Rejected, yet restored
I walk on, away from the hurt
Deciding to fly upwards
Away from the soil of the earth

Vision is eternal
While dreams build and acquire
Nothing temporal
Could ever ignite my fire

My heart beats for LOVE
My soul yearns for His presence
Together we will build connections
In the manna of His essence

Groups here and there
Gather and push me out
LOVE reeks havoc with peace
At the table of fear and doubt

I see long tubes extend
Trying to siphon my power
But my identity is sealed
In His heart til the final hour

No one can command me
But the man who died so that I can live
It is my reasonable service
To let go, and give
...........all LOVE
          ........back to HIM

Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-06-2019