I love the brilliant colors and shape. The tiny green dots look as if they could glow like Christmas lights.
This is a microscopic image a 2 cancer cells splitting and dividing soon to become 4.
Looks can sure be misleading. Sometimes the good-looking package on the outside is cleverly concealing a deathly venomous inside.
This sounds like something I would do….heeheehee
Dear God, Tell Santa I’ve been good.
wink. wink.
Croaking
So many colors
Which way do I go
So many questions
Which way? I don’t know
Can someone lead me
Show me the way
Take my hand
Before I’m astray
It isn’t too late
As long as I have breath
I want to see with new eyes
Before my death
While I am here
On this blessed land
For the first time to see
Here where I stand
Follow the colors
Which one do I choose?
Does it matter
Will I be refused?
Is one evil
Death eternal
Spiritual bondage
Fires infernal
Which one is it
How do I choose
So many pieces
I am so confused
I follow the light
But there is more than one
Which one is true?
Which is the Son?
To fight off the fire
My faith needs fueled
The colors of the sun
So easily fooled
The moon is cool
The color is pure
Perhaps this piece
Is the one preferred
God will lead me
Heaven I will go
Just like a peak
I’d just like to know
Like a child at Christmas
Too excited to wait
Opening a present
This time a gate
Heaven’s door
The mystical portal
I want to take a peak
Inside life immortal
I’d like to know
What awaits us there
I’d like to tell
I’d love to share
To tell all I love
The beauty that awaits
The wonderful place
Behind spiritual gates
I guess I must wait
Like everyone else
But after I am gone
My spirit will tell
If you only listen
And think of me
I will send you a message
Telling all I see
Renee Robinson
Mrs. Shell's Class
Parents are eggstatic as the kids return to school after a long, long, long Christmas Vacation. Too bad the same can not be said for our little yolks. Many left for school kicking and screaming all the way.
Candy Apple Dream
Are you a candy apple dream?
On a cloud, you drift
Making marshmallow promises,
An empty gift?
Will you be a memory
Melting away
Will you come for me,
Some sweet day?
Peppermint dropped into my life
Tying my heart into a bow
Entrusted to you for a gift
Making my world glow
Chocolate kisses on my lips
You want me to be your wife
Drifting on marshmallow clouds
Starting our new life
Promised me a gingerbread house
Spending our lives together
Taking me to candy cane land
Where we will love each other
Are you a candy apple dream?
Will you be a memory?
Making marshmallow promises,
Will you ever come for me?
by Renee Robinson
Winter Butterfly
Thank God for the Winter Butterfly
With its beauty, graces the sky
Trees that are bare, grass gone brown
Winter butterfly drifting around
Gently it flows in its winter grace
A soft cool kiss, floating in space
No two are alike, each one unique
Reminding us of life, nature’s beauty boutique
Its life is short, delicately made
As it melts, its beauty fades
Of life’s gift, it gently reminds
To be cherished through all time
Winter Butterfly kissing my cheek
Nipping my nose and chilling my feet
A blessing from God, in Heaven above
Fragile reminder of the gift of love
by Renee Robinson
Stolen Identity
December 22, 2011
Dear Diary,
Once again I find myself in gut clenching turmoil as I await results to see whether the cancer has spread. My CEA (Carcinoembryoic Antigen) level has shot from an 1.6 average up over 33.3.
I will have a PET Scan tomorrow to see if the cancer has spread. I have had several “recurring” cancer scares now. I suppose it is something I will have to deal with the rest of my life.
Is it possible for one to get “used” to this? I imagine this “game” feels much like playing Russian Ruelet. Sooner or later, the hammer is going to strike. One can only dodge the bullet for so long.
I will not have the results of the PET Scan until Tuesday. Wow…that sounds so far away. The holiday is the reason for the extra long wait.
Time stands still again. When in sorrow time moves very slowly. When in joy, it moves much too
fast. When you think of it that way….Life really isn’t fair. Just like my Mom used to always tell me when I would cry so certain my life was coming to an end (ah…the teenage mind). Life Just Isn’t Fair.
Stolen Identity
I’ve lost my sense of identity
The part of who I am
Quickly life has changed for me
No longer can I stand
It started with a nightmare
Which turned to reality
Robbing my dignity
Devouring my sense of me
The makings of a monster
Hiding under the bed
Tearing away at my flesh
Getting inside my head
Terror resides in my chest
Making my heart flutter
Down deep within my breast
All I do is shutter
Every ring of a phone
Every second that ticks
Every drop of blood
I begin to feel sick
Has the monster grown
Waiting for more test
Has the cancer spread
Fingers stab my breast
In my chest Fear takes over
Waiting again
When will it be over
How will it end?
What will it be?
Will I die?
Where is ME?
I’ve lost my sense of identity
The part of who I am
Quickly life has changed for me
Slowly becoming history
by Renee Robinson
My Ebooks, Just click the title, purchase & download.
Raining Angels- $2.99
Shadows of The Heart- $1.99
Cancer Is My Name- $2.99
My writings are brutally honest and open. I will express in words, what others may think but are often afraid to say.
My poetry pours out of me. I will have no precognitive thoughts on what I am about to write. I certainly have no idea how it will end.
Through this collection of poetry, cancer and death were my motivators. My mind has been occupied with questions about my mortality and about leaving a piece of myself behind.
As far back as I can remember, I've wanted to be a writer. Through the years I was busy raising my sons, working and staying afloat. The time involved in writing a book, never occurred. Now, I finally have the time to make my dream come true. All it took was getting cancer, losing my job, going through chemo, and becoming nearly bedridden.
Attention All Authors: I would like to invite you to post your book,sales, bio info & links on my Author page, Shadows & Flames: http://www.facebook.com/zonaflames There will be no charge. As a new Author, I know how difficult it is to get your name out. I thought if one author page contained several authors, instead of 1-more viewers will read. You may post your own info or email to me. TY xxo
Whom the Gods Destroy by BWM Books . $7.00 from Smashwords.com
When Alma Gane moves in with her daughter Edna, son-in-law Jack and grand-daughter Betty, Edna realises it is more than just space her mother has taken from their home. Shifting from the past to the present, the filial thread interweaves the events of this multigenerational family into a menacing pattern of unease.
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