Life Was Laying On The Floor

Life was laying on the floor.
Would mine be anymore?
I didn’t know… no one knew,
But I couldn’t even move.
All I could do was breathe.
So afraid I was dying, about to leave.
I was so scared, so stuck.
Was my life running out of luck?

11-1994
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: my first time hyperventilating years ago.
I’m so thankful for God seeing me through those times.
Thank you, C.S.

Trapped In a Moment of Separation

Sweet sounds… music and the night.
It almost feels as if everything’s alright.
Is it?

Light tunes… a note and a little bass.
There’s nothing that could take your place.
Is there?

So many miles away… we lay alone,
Thinking of each other and talking on the phone.
Don’t we?

Honey… it’s just a matter of insecurity.
But that’s just not meant for you and me.
Is it?

I know you think of me… as I do you.
Spending time together, there’s nothing we’d rather do.
Is there?

Trapped in a moment of life… separation.
We hold on with hope, love, and desperation.
Don’t we?

7-26-1994 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: God loves and lives.

Second Date

Second date.. What does that mean?
Does that mean you want to go out with me again?
Or that you just want to be with me again?
Do you want to talk with me more?
Or do you just like my company?
There’s nothing wrong with both, but I thought I’d just ask.
Nosey little me, I was curious.
I’m wondering what it is that made you want to come up and talk to me,
But you’ve already given me a reason for that
And I believe you.
Why would you lie to me? Or would you?
You seemed very nice.
So what is it that you like?
Do you see something you want?
Could you be slightly interested in meeting more of me…
All of me?
There’s so much to know.
But then who needs to know everything?
Mysterious is a good quality for someone to hold.
Why shouldn’t I?
You’re something I should hold.
Or should I?
Should I want to?
What if I did? Would you care?
If I didn’t, would you dare?
It could be a game,
But then that would be a shame
Because you’re really nice
And unworthy of a price.
How could you place a value on someone so kind?
Are you not that kind of a person?
Who am I? What am I? And why am I to you?
Have you not yet seen or understood
How easily I am confused?

5-12-1994 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Demonic Virtues

There’s a beautiful struggle in a wicked love,
For a rebellious faith is a faithful heartache.

Hot ice, cold fire, death in sex.
You’re such a tasty venom.

Dying alive in your malicious kiss,
Your sweet blood is forever falling.

A wicked touch in such a deceptive friendship,
Such devious kindness

Within every one of your evil longings
I find such demonic virtues.

Yet within the shallow depth of your prison of freedom,
I’m shattered dreams.

A loving hate can be an aching pardon.
Your death is such a romance.

5-3-1994 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. This was written as a strong play on oxymorons to emphasize a strong struggle going on inside of life seeming to be nothing but a lot of things that just don’t make sense and simply should not be! The title itself are two words that just don’t belong together. I am so grateful that God’s love makes life make sense.

MOTHERS

Mothers…
The soul creation of GOD.
Man’s companion in life.
Bearer of his children.
Faithfulness as his wife.
A comforter to the souls
Of men and young children.
As Mary is given to Jesus,
So is His will now done.

The pure love and easing comfort,
A woman with a smile.
When a young man’s at war,
She’s with him across the miles.
Stand up, be glad, and rejoice.
Give respect to your mother.
A woman gave birth to you,
So that she may love another.

Embraced by a woman’s power
When you are insecure,
It has to be a mother
When you find you feel so sure.
GOD bless the Lord for love
And giving it through a mother.
Is far better than a friend
Or any betraying lover.

5-2-1994 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: writing for the campus paper

For You, Mother

I love you, Mother.
I do not tell you often, but I do.
You are the woman who gave birth to me,
Who comforted me in the night,
Wiped my tears away,
And told me everything would be okay.

You are the woman who pleases my dad,
Who makes him happy,
And feels his void.
You make him smile.

A lady, you are, who has given me my siblings.
I thank GOD for you,
For I love my brothers and sisters,
Soul mates to grow with me,
And be on my side,
When mommy and daddy had to be a part
Of the grown up world.
Thank you for bearing them,
For bearing me,
For bearing to love us.
Thank GOD for my grandmother
Who did bear you,
And for all my motherly ancestors,
All the way back to Eve.

In special recognition, I thank the virgin Mary,
And praise GOD for her,
In deep love and appreciation for Jesus.
Surely no other mother could know the unselfish sacrificing,
For bearing a child, than Mary.
Jesus had the best.

My mother, I thank GOD again for you,
Simply because I mean it.
I love you.
Happy Mother’s Day.
May yours be as beautiful as your loving heart.

5-2-1994 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: My mother Brenda L. King
And grandmother Mary F. Lance
Two wonderful women! ❤

Essence of Rebellion

Your vile deception, your tangled blood,
Your demonic web defies my love.
Deny the skin, disgust my flesh.
Your devious betrayal tortures my chest.
Hatred in beauty, pain in romance,
The depth of your death is lanced.
For whatever injustice your evil liars escape,
A conceited traitor will be faithfully two-faced.
The essence of rebellion is pathetic,
But slain at the heart, I love it.

4-26-1994 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Creative Writing Class, Spring 1994
Taught by E.P.