Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Baby Jane

Baby Jane
Tamara Dougherty i love you.

Hello baby girl
with your slanted tired eyes
you just took a journey
no one remembers in their life

Hi there sweet newborn
knowing nothing more
than your mothers warmth.
and voice.

A shell of innocence
with your inability
to be corrupted
i love you baby girl
already.

You are here now,
with this world against you
but you will be a strong one
from the folks who will raise you
your beauty will flow over
and your love will be true
your loyalties will follow
shortly behind your Aries attitude.

I can't wait to meet you little one
i can't wait to see you and your mom and pops.
together, at-last.
A journey that took a while,
that you won't remember
but we will all keep in our hearts
and grow with you, into the future
keeping you safe.
welcome to this world.
we we're all ready to see you gorgeous face.


3/23/10
-C.MacGinnis
Dedicated To: baby Jane<3

Monday, March 22, 2010

A verse i search


A verse I search

Hypnotize this anxious tired mind, find me asleep in a corner of time, left with no one to listen to my cry, founded my solace on a dark hazy night, right in the thought, wrong in the crime, fought for my justice, leaving everyone behind. Asleep in the sunshine, awake in the night, i feel this world here doesn't fit me quite right...reach for a hand, alone in near sight, caressing my arm, tensing up for whats right..no wonder this world can't seem to work right,no wonder these peoples live their lives in fright, fright of the worries of life's wondrous battles, worried of people, and small things that don't ever matter, worried of what he thinks or she thinks of you, when all that really matters is the knowledge you use...constantly worried of your past and your senses, you never see past the wounded fences, easy you say, easy you think, how about i thought there was more, there than i thought you would think...find me some substance to take me away, from these games, that make me tired to t hink that you take time to play..i am not done being that woman who knows where she stands, i am kicking you over, with a blindfold not using my hands. Good bye is a sweet sorrow we all must endure, but the way you did me like this, is a disease you inflicted i will never get cured. Loyal to all, is my demeanor, being your fool is far from my agenda, find me a option of forgetting your name, and that's the verse I'll sing again and again.


-C.MacGinnis
3/23/10
Drowned this friendship.

My eyes saw it all
tears needed to fall
keep your fake friendship far.
too many scars.

The go to girl
the one who has what you need
for the time being
the one who has a heart
of giving..

take advantage of me,
i let you do it for a while
then i realized your as hopeless
as a small child
who depends on someone to hold
their hand crossing the road..
except the cross is 100 miles.

i refuse to be your burden
refuse to let you make a fool of me
i refuse to let you trap me with your needs
breaking these ropes
screw you, i am free of your fake friendship.
you never provided care, or help for me.

Ill bury it once and for all
and when you realize what you just lost
don't come crawling back to me
i am no longer your go-to girl
i am no longer your mat to walk all over
i am no longer a friend to call your own
took advantage of my consideration
watch me hold this under
watch this friendship drown by my hands..
and your actions.

3/22/10

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Big Oak Tree in the Middle of Town

Big Oak Tree in the Middle of Town

Big oak tree in the middle of town
i wonder how long you've been around
your roots morphed into
what looks like a
large solid fist hitting the ground.

You've been around for years
seen more than we can imagine
always standing strong
never making a sound
bound in one spot.

Silent watcher
i see you standing there
just as the generations before me
over looked your beauty
your wisdom
your silent suffer.

Big oak tree in the middle of town
i wonder how long you've been around
your roots morphed into
what looks like a
large solid fist hitting the ground.
Tired of what you hear in this world..
sick of the horrible sounds.

Here you will stand big tree
until the corrupted human race
over looks you
and cuts you down..
then you will get to make your noise
the sad song of an ancient tree
hitting the ground..
for a reason not profound.

3/9/10
C-MacGinnis