Burning Bridges

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My heart breaks with your cry.
How can I be happy?
When you’re barely getting by.
I just want to see you smile,
there’s no distance,
I would go the extra mile.
Your love for him has to be strong.
A man like that is weak and wrong.
To turn his back on his life,
and pursue a whore, not his wife.
Pathetic to his friends,
A coward to his family,
But to God, it’s BLASPHEMY.
So run little boy,
forget your morals,
forget your character,
forget your faith,
and run to hell
where she’ll be waiting for you.

-kristin l. cook

Self Righteous

You point your finger
You laugh at our shame
You boast of your body
and lack judgment of fame

You beg for attention
And call it dimension
You cry for acknowledgement
And welcome any argument

You blame everyone but yourself
We are all wicked,
We are all cruel,
You fail to face humility
and yet, we are the fool

What a lonely life you lead
When you’re always right
And cause unity to secede

Everyone is so self righteous
Forgive me for naming the injustice
Call me friend or call me foe
It really doesn’t matter though
When you’re the only one I see eating crow.

-kristin l. cook

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Black River Run

I close my eyes to open my heart,
I’m not quite sure where to start,
You were my uncle, my best friend,
Your life wasn’t supposed to end.

You were always witty, and clever,
a facetious mastermind
You made the world laugh,
forever humble and kind.

I wish you were here
so time would pass
and we could have one more beer

It’s a bittersweet visual to see
your memory stream down my face
I’m thankful to collect each moment
that time can’t be replaced.

But damn,

without you,
my mascara wouldn’t run
So now I count my tears one by one

-kristin l. cook

In loving memory of Chris Stewart, who will always be my family and partner in crime.

 

 

 

Emotional Abendrot

Emotional Abendrot

 

Is it possible the sun is just an angry star?
Rising calmly with the cool morning air,
but never recognized for it’s contributions
and abilities to help love grow.
Relying on the wind for a chill breeze as it curses the land
with rays of heat and haunts the trees with shadows of rage.
Until it’s emotions have finally piqued with frustration,
does the sky turn red, and do you realize
you have taken for granted the light of the world
as it falls furiously behind the mountain,
only to face another ungrateful day.

-kristin l. cook

 

Simple Treasures

Simple Treasures

Caught somewhere between fragile and strong. It kind of feels like the grace of flying as you’re tripping over your shoelace.

She said, I have to go now,
my time here is over
Then she whispered softly,
Time will ease your pain,
Life’s about changing,
Nothing ever stays the same.
And she said,
How can I help you to say goodbye
It’s OK to hurt, and it’s OK to cry
Come, let me hold you and I will try
How can I help you to say goodbye
-Patty Loveless

Monica taught me how to survive, because above all things she was a survivor. She was fearless in all of her pursuits, even if we all knew it was a bad decision. She was brave and courageous, she had to face things I could never dream about and she was graceful in that regard, she didn’t speak of it. She spent most of her life being tough, fighting battles that weren’t hers or battles she didn’t even know about. I’ll admit I was a classic little sister hiding behind her muscle and reputation. Monica gave me much more than material gifts she gave me confidence.

When she loved, she loved passionately, intensely, and boldly. She was our protector and she had so many qualities that I wish I had.

I guess from what I’ve experienced, it’s better to feel, than to be numb.

Random memories soar through my mind all the time. I can imagine a blue ’74 Ford and think it was her driving. I picture her telling me when to shift as she pushed in the clutch and as we took corners too fast. Shania Twain’s “whose bed have your boots been under” blaring in the speakers. So funny, her memory will never fade.

I don’t know that I’d call her a ghost of my memory, but rather my angel of recollection. She’s one of my life’s treasures that I love to share.

Happy 38th!

-kristin l. cook

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