But who are you tomorrow?

So much time has passed and though that's not a bad thing, an inevitable cycle is what occurs. We've become creatures of habit, so much so, learning, knowledge, wisdom are fading to mere memories. It worries me. An ignorance filled future holds health for none. Ask not what can you do, but look within and ask what will you do. I still believe in a repairable future - hold hope even - for which I've been mocked by my own friends. Doesn't change anything, I'm never giving up. Funny thing, change, such a fickle creature - everything evolves, but our basic essence, we must remember, is our choice. Masks can be worn; facades pranced; but truth of character can not be hidden nor denied. We are who we are. When our souls are true they burn bright like a beacon.

Control

Who has it? Over any situation, what decides the outcome? Are we really as helpless as we're led to believe or do they just not want us to realize that we can steer so to speak; If only we take the initiative and reach out for the reins. We know or at least should that we can't always be right, but that doesn't mean we're wrong just because someone may think we are. In fact, control may break down into a matter of opinion. Aside from petty disputes the only other determining factor may be fate. We can only hope we shine in her favor and she remain a kind soul.

Betrayal

When you look at someone, straight in the eyes, shutters (completely) down and the perpetrator looks back; sees the honesty and the pain then lies to your face - THAT's betrayal at it's best. When they turn away with dead words and empty promises - that's betrayal at it's worse.
What kind of monster, I ask, can watch someone's hopes die, as the stars in their eyes go out KNOWING they're the catalyst.

Look Deeper

You think you know me
but have no idea
you think you're inside my head
but it's me you fear
you can't get close
so you back away
and all I wish
is that you'd stay.
(c)Mary Irene Cousino

Time To Slow Down

I sit and I wait
and I wonder and worry;
why all the world
is in such a hurry.
Never pausing or resting,
but racing and running
no time for play
or see what next is coming.
If people just stopped,
took time to breath,
then those who surround us
perhaps wouldn't up and leave.
I'm different now
then I was back then
seeing life through new eyes
remembering all that's been:
And I sit and I wait
and I wonder and worry;
why all the world
is in such a hurry.
(c)Mary Irene Cousino

Elusive Love

Silent teardrops she slowly cried
never getting to say good-bye
into the wind she threw her smile
knowing she'd be without it awhile.
Why does the world pick on her as it does
is it just that she's not destined for love?
For every time that she falls,
she loses building higher walls.
Is there a place for her within a heart-
or from this world will she alone depart?
Heart ripped out once more
broken pieces litter the floor
love bites and bleeds
devil spawns the seed
so the perfect two
she and he
will never be
good-bye on sea
waves carry him away
aloha night and day.
Into the sunset just out of her reach
away from the dawn, but her wish beseeched;
"Please do not forget me, my one true love."
In time they'll meet again in the clouds above.
(c)Mary Irene Cousino

She's Everywhere

(Revised/extended Version last edited 4/12/02 for my senior creative writing project.)

The rhythm of the rivers.

the rustle of the trees,

the rainbow overhead,

the sunshine and the breeze.

The rose in its bloom

the stars shining bright,

the grass on the ground,

nighttime's moonlight.

The butterfly fluttering past,

the bees buzzing by,

the sand at the beach,

the birds in the sky.

The waves on the water,

the wind's gentle breeze,

the summer warmth,

the winter freeze.

The leaves changing color,

the water in the brook,

the rock on the ground,

nature everywhere you look.

(c)Mary Irene Cousino