Made America

Soldiers lay buried,
Killed by the gun.
They fulfilled their duty.
Their duties are done.
Off to sea they went,
To protect this land of ours.
They served their country.
God gave them the power.
These are the men and women
Who fought for your rights.
They made America.
It was their fight.

10-30-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: A.D.D. challenged me to write about this.
Me and God love you, Homey!
Thank you if you have ever served! Me and God love you too!

How Do I Know You Care

Simply holding me for one.
Sticking around would be another.
To talk with me as a friend,
Instead of using me as your lover.
To be interested in what I have to say.
For it to be your choice to want to stay.
To know when I’m lying about my mental health,
When what I’m doing is protecting myself.
To make me cry when I continue to laugh.
To give me your all and never half.
To say you care about my distrust.
And to let me have you to trust.

10-30-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: TW challenging me to write about how I know someone cares. It’s interesting to look back at what I thought over almost 30 years ago. God does amazing things to heal our way of thinking! God is my hero! ❤

GUTS

Would you prefer the essay of the veins,
Or the writing of great courage?
Do you want to hear how easily one comes to bleed,
Or how some find strength to live again?
What do you want me to say about the inner body parts
That hold our pain,
Or are you wanting me to tell you the story of a reigning hero?
Which is sweeter, the words of a murder mystery,
Or the novel of having faith through it all?

10-30-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: A.D.D. (Homey)

GUNS

Weapons are not of value,
Still they save our world.
For they protect the community,
But destroy the young girl.
Wars were always relied on
In the battle of the guns.
And now that we have bombs,
It’s the criminal’s fun.

10-30-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: A.D.D. challenged me to write this.

GOD

A miraculous caring man.
One who will hold you and always understand.
For whatever you may do,
He will always be there for you.
Death may be the truth,
But it’s the only beginning of your new youth.
Find the Lord today,
And He will be with you all the way.

10-30-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: A.D.D. challenged me to write this.

FREE

Walk along the street side
and say hell to your fellow man.
Treat him as your brother
And make sure to shake his hand.
Be glad it’s not the government
Of another country.
For it would be against their law,
While here we are free.

10-30-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: A.D.D. challenged me to write this.

Faith

Yesterday, I felt secure.
Now, I’m not so sure.
You’re not my confidant.
Why do you say, My Friend?
It’s such a tragedy, a sad story.
My inner hope has been destroyed.
It seems as though, I trust in nothing.
What has happened? Am I missing something?

10-30-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. It is sad to this is what I thought about faith back then.
I am so glad my Jesus taught me true Faith! I have Faith in Him ! ❤
“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for,
the evidence of things not seen.”
– Hebrews 11:1 KJV

Changing My Ways

If I could change 10 things about myself,
I would start with the way I think.
I would remember the things that are happy,
And my depressing obsession would sink.
I would change the fact that I date somebody
I am not happy with.
And would never again have sex
With someone I think is sick.
The lies would have to stop.
I would never deceive another.
Hurting someone would be wrong.
And I’d be only a friend, not a lover.
And definitely, I would never say,
Oh how I long to die.
For what I am really saying is,
Oh won’t you watch me cry?

10-30-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: TW challenging me to write 10 things I would change about myself.
God answers prayer! God is my hero! ❤

TOMBSTONES

Markers of a burial.
Reminders of a death.
Smile for the destruction.
There is no resurrection
For the souls who are lost.
Caskets lay beneath the dirt.
Bodies once embalmed.
The end of a era.
Names aren’t of real value.
They’re left disgraced.
How do you prevent it?
You don’t.
I pass by the gate of the graveyard.
I’ve seen mine.

10-29-1989
written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Because I had so many friends being murdered at a young age,
I was convinced I was to be killed at a.young age too.

MURDER

It’s a normal event.
One to destroy your world.
There is no escape.
It is your destination.
Are you ready for your vacation?
It’s dooms day.
Just don’t try to
Work out of it.
It’s your… life.

10-29-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: S.H.
Why did they die? There is no reasoning!
But God knows everything!

Last Will and Testament

I have no final request.
No asking of this world.
For what have you ever done for me,
Besides place a dagger in my heart,
Or stab me in the back?
Step on my toes
And leave me to bleed… year long?
Don’t bother buying me a coffin.
Just pitch me in the ditch and cover me up.
Away from the world.
The bugs shall eat me.
And I will be grateful to be gone
And entering Heaven!

10-29-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Praise God that after all these years with Christ that my last testament will be all His! ❤ The love that He has, gives, and breathes in me! ❤ God is my hero!

GRAVEYARDS

Have you ever bedded with the evil?
Have you felt the ice of their touch?
Did you taste their filthiness?
Or find their bones were rotting?
Just decaying away?
Crumbling to the soil?
To become a part of the earth?
How did you react at the realization
Of no escape?
How much oxygen did you have left
Before the rescue?
Where did their blood in the veins seep to?
In your mouth?
How did you open your eyes?
If you’ve never bedded with the evil… yet,
Never encounter the souls of this world.
For they are full of pure evil.
And this is the graveyard.

10-29-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: The many friends who have been murdered.
Death has been very present in my life since as early as 3 (earliest I can remember).
Social workers and counselors were constantly telling my mom and dad, as well as myself, that we had experienced too much death. In foster care, they would even refuse to allow us to go home on weekend visits at times because of this. In high school, in a juvenile detention center, and on juvenile probation, they continued to say the same thing… because death KEPT occurring around us, including murders of our family and friends. The Lord has provided seasons of no deaths, or at least not by cruel murders. The last several years it has been more age and disease related, but unfortunately many have been cruel in their own way.
Having Christ makes all the difference. Not only did He suffer His own cruel death despite His innocence, but He lost His beloved Cousin John the Baptist to a senseless murder/execution.
Praise God for taking our loved ones to be with Him, where death has NO MORE STING!

EULOGY

A word or two for the deceased.
The soul buried beneath the soil.
One who cannot speak for themselves
at the one time they have everyone together.
What would they say?
You’d be surprised.
They would confess their
Resentment,
Their pain,
Their hurt.
My words would be…
…alas you are all comforted to know
That I am relieved of the ache.
I can no more be deceived.
No longer will I be lied to.
Or played the fool.
I am dead.
And also – no longer loved!

10-29-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire

David

David, how do I explain?
I don’t understand it myself.
I guess it’s just an open book,
I desperately need help.

You are so sweet.
You hold back so much.
Why don’t you argue?
Or even cuss?

Mending this friendship,
Would it survive?
How is it after death,
We are revived?

10-29-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Davey D. (aka Homey)
One of our early arguments that I can’t even remember now. 😉
Me and God love you, Homey! ❤

ADDICTION

Forgiving is a task.
Yet, I must ask.
My sins of confession
Are of my obsession.
Could I come to resist
The temptation that persists?
Help me to endure the wait,
Of the things in my life so great.
I am within the addiction.
It is a lifelong conviction.
Yet if I want to keep living,
I must ask for Your help and forgiving.

10-28-1989 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire