Night Owl Calling

1:01 a.m the night is strangely still.

I lie awake listening to the song of the night owl calling outside my bedroom window

In repetition the night owl is calling, calling, calling
I have not heard my name
Yet I am not listening for it

Night… owl… Good… night owl

– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

      © 2011

Happily Ever After

Darling if I were the Sea
I’d want you to be the river That flows to me
To keep this river from running dry
I’d be the rain that falls from the sky
This is one way of saying How hard I’d try
For happily ever after You and I

When I look Into your eyes I see
Happily ever after looking back at me
So I’m saying that for you I’d be
Everything I can be
For happily ever after’s in my destiny

I’ll be the garden from which you grow
Enchanted with my love for you
I’d make all your dreams come true
Baby there’s nothing I wouldn’t do
For happily ever after me and you

Whatever you give me
I’ll give you something more
For you baby my hearts an open door

If I had wings I’d fly for you
I’d capture every star in the sky for you
That’s how hard I’d try
For happily ever after you and I

Baby you mean so much to me
Your like an Angel I feel so Blessed you see
All my love vested in thee
Would open the doors to what would be
An everlasting ecstasy
Happily ever after
You and me 

– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

Copyright © 2008

 

Why I Said I Do

I remember when I swore I’ d walk alone
Then along  came you
And our friendship grew
Into the love I’d never known
Your my best friend
Not one thing about you is pretend
The love I have for you will never end
Your loves been tried and found true
Thats why I said I do.
We been through many ups and downs together
We’re like two birds of a feather
With you theres no storm I can’t weather
This loves been tried and found true
Thats why I said I do
All my grey sky has turned blue
Because you show me how much I mean to you
Baby I will love you forever through and through
Our loves been tried and found true
Thats why I said I do to you
Your love for me
My love for you
Baby our loves a love that never dies
Because its not based on any lies
My loves been tried and found true
Thats why I said I do
I really love you
Thats why I said I do
– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin
© 2010

Guardian Angel’s Goodbye

I just came to say
That I got my wings today
Won’t be long before I’m gone to stay
In the place where I’ve earned my way

I’ll walk with you one more day
To be sure on your own you’ll do ok
I’ll stay with you one more night
To be sure on your own you feel all right

Remember me in your heart
And remember me in your mind
So when the rest of this world seems so unkind
Consolation you will always find
And you won’t ever feel that you’ve been left behind

Know that I don’t feel sad
I’m only very glad
That in you I did invest

And because of you I can finally fly
To the peace beyond the sky
So you don’t have to cry
When I say goodbye
  Copyright © 2006   Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin / i-freebird ®

December Rain

Second week of this December

It is forty degrees

Lord, in December it now rains

Thankful I still see

Whilst I look through these old windows

To watch December rain

Why must my ears ring so loudly?

They hear not the rain

My silence, there is no silence

Not hearing the rain

Falling like the tears from my eyes

So humble I have always walked

Softly now must I humbly step

My soul not so quiet

Like the angels’ voices on high

Talk softly to me, if you would

Do not hurt my ears

For some sounds I wish not to hear

My soul remains still

Still, my soul makes the joyful noise

i-freebird Sheryl PS

© 2015

A Winters First Snow

Snowflakes fall onto frozen ground

Soft as angels whispers  

So quiet

Everything is on hold

Sparkling blanket of snow

Like light, so bright, eyes wince

Reminded of the near death experience

Grey skies dissipate

Fresh snowy earth beneath

Feet walking humbly on

A path paved golden by the sun of blue skies

Most all of nature is on leave

With purpose

Winters break repairs

The soul dreams of Springtime renewed

Whilst awaiting a joyful return

i-freebird Sheryl PS © 2015

Make Way

Hold up now
Wait

Please understand

Though technology does

Life does not work

For us on demand

I know where I have stood

I know where I still stand

I have stood for you

I still do

So please do not come hollering and waving a fist of that hand

You  ask what I’ve done for you?

For me what did you?

Wow, do not separate, relate


Please listen, understand  

what I am trying to say

Fighting racism, hatred, fighting for our lives and fighting oppression

Don’t scream, shout, and blame

The result is no end to what is always the same

There is a better way

Stop heating the night and wasting the day

The day is yours

That’s right it’s your day

Get up and out there

Dr. Martin Luther King had a dream

We would live the dream our way


Put down your waving fist and your sign

Be there for each other

Love and honor the Devine

The “powers” that be

Will not change and that’s fine

There’s no power if we do not give the power

Work hard

Prove them wrong

We are not what they think

We are not what they say

Work hard, persevere 


To learn and better yourself betters us 

We can learn laws and become judges

We can be the police and police a better way

Talk to each other

Preach and teach a better way

We can change the current justice

And then some

In so many ways


Through spoken word

Through music

Through writing

Through art

They can hear what we say

Work hard 

Live the dream

Support each other the best way we can

Do not do what they do and just do for you

And just turn away


Work hard 

Make another ladder to climb

To live better

A better way


Protest and shake a fist

Does not make them get the “jist”

It is not all we know how to do

Like they say

Sure use it some

But don’t forget to break away


Work hard for how you want to live 

They can not take that away

All of our dignity

All of our pride

Will never subside

By working hard

While hard we pray

Make a better living 

Do not just settle for what they are giving

Work for your foot

while you make your yard

Do not just tell them

Show them

Our lives will not be wasted

Our lives they can not discard

#BlackLivesMatter

#AllLivesMatter

The protests back then

Have opened the door

For us to do better

And to do More 


Yes of everything, change the face

Make a difference

I will still stand

Let us stand together

Just not in one place


Peace
and 
Love To you 

God Loves you too


2015 –  

i-freebird Sheryl Platzer-Sartin


The Fall

The Fall 
Wind whispers of Summer past

Like mocking love that did not last

Bearing beautiful colors orange, crimson, and gold

The Fall

Like the other seasons 

To have but not to hold

Summer becomes a season scorned
In the fall

The season when life is again forewarned


Do not take love for granted


From hot to warm

To chilly then cold

The Fall

Is preparation for a winter long and bold

All the trees leaves begin to die without fear

Reflection of the inevitable

Change and death is near

The Fall is a deception of Spring’s renewal
Like aging it is both beautiful and cruel

Though dead leaves lye beneath my feet

This season is the fall so bittersweet

Trickling streams 
All remnants of rivers once raging

A slow descent are illness and aging 

It is the Fall when morning dew turns to frost
When on hardening ground

Some memories are lost

The lasting held on to at all cost

A long goodbye to Spring and Summer missed
In the Fall, my fall

The body, not soul

By death is kissed

i-freebird Sheryl Platzer-Sartin 

© 2015





Invisible 

I have become invisible 

My disabilities have become me

My disabilities are invisible

So unless one of them becomes visible

My disabilities no one can see

Others think that I’m still the old me

When they look  for the old me 

The old me they won’t see

I’ve become my invisible disabilities 

My invisible disabilities have become me 

Therefore,  I have become invisible

Now I miss the me I unused to be

When others look for the old me 

It’s old me they won’t see

I must accept my reality

And just be the best new me 

– i-freeird Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin © 2015

Pain

Pain

Teeth clenching

Wrenching of gut, of mind

So no sleep do I find

Pain

The train in the distance

Putting up more resistance

To stopping the many thoughts

That race through my head

All this pain trying to

Make me wish I were dead

Never mind what I said

I pray

I can get out of bed

Pain

I know nothing else at all

I try pacing the floor

 I fall, I get up
then

Don’t want to move at all

Sometimes I just withdraw

Feeling alone in this

Must fight all the weakness

I must fight

Now, yesterday, tonight

Out to Jesus I call

Yet again I do fall

This time further from sleep

Pain

Reality defying

Relentlessly trying

The whole body, the mind

Pain

A very dark decent

When all your time is spent

Withdrawing from the world

Pain

Chronic with an illness

So much that I will miss

Pain meds that do not work

There’s nothing but bleakness

So then act like a jerk

Pain, just try to explain

It’s all over body

Then they think you’re “buzzerk”

Pain that is like you are

Rolling in shattered glass

Being pummeled to death

By heavy ice and snow

Pain

More like it rips through you

Just like the heavy wind

Of an f-4 tornado

Pain

Just fighting to survive

One does not let it show

Pain, chronic illness, pain

Such chronic, chronic pain

More than they want to know

Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin, i-freebird

 © 2015

The Specialists

Angels Sweep Through the Skies Above Me
Tender Like the Ear

One of many, a Heavenly Guardian Angel said to me this; “who says you can’t put off the inevitable?”

Thus, for my hearing I will fight just as I have been for the rest of me.

© i-freebird Sheryl Sartin / Sheryl Platzer-Sartin
Some specialists are God’s Angels.

I will seek a specialist for my ears too.

New Americans

They changed the census choices
Changed some application race choices
Abolished the one drop rule
The stigmas, stereotypes, racism and attitudes and one drop beliefs did not change.
Some mixed race people still try to hide being mixed race, they are raised and advised to do so in the name of recognition, status, and some employment/careers.
The race that is most racist against mixed race and “light skinned” people along with being against mixed marriages and families are out there screaming racism or complaining about those who cry racism while continuing to be racist or biased themselves.
I experienced mixed race racism and stigma all of my life and when it subsided it was only because I became somewhat of an introvert. I had to witness, to experience it all again, but worse, when my kids went through it. It’s a crying shame that we base just about everything on race instead of individuals and their choices and actions. How much racial tension would exist in this world if we did not categorize and calculate gains, means, economics and incomes by race? What would the biased police officer’s response and reactions toward a black person be if we were acclimated to base crime, descriptions of a person, stereotypes, and stigmas on individual choice, attitude, action, and clothing only? – if we left out race as the main descriptive category for our stats? Why don’t we base things on individual choice, behavior, choices and cause and affect? I know one thing, if we did not base so many things on race, we would not have so many deaths of black men or women because if biases and false pretense fears of some people who should never have been, or been allowed to be police officers. If nothing else, how about we just screen for and leave out law enforcement and other criminal justice candidates who have no personal or community relations with minorities and who fail a specific bias, stigma and stereotype test included in the psych exams? I guess that would mean changing the persons we use to give and determine these psyche exams right? and do any law enforcement branches really ask the right questions and really screen the persons asking them in the hiring process of police officers? Maybe we need to open up that panel like we do the other law enforcement committees? Maybe when we end the “Good ol’ Boys” clubs or groups we can end stereotypical, biased and maybe even corrupt/unethical police officers? This includes and is not excluded to the treatment of women in law enforcement, on the streets and administratively.
Do you think if blacks and whites ended the nurturing of race based economics and everything, then maybe mixed race and other races and cultures would live peacefully alongside both White and Black races? Maybe, for once the genocide of not only Jewish, but our Native Americans would be remembered, respected by both blacks and whites and all of us, religion, race, culture and those native to this land and history could live in harmony instead of false judgement, stigma and stereotype This just means that we have to base poor choices and actions on the individual brain and experience in this life and not base this and economics on their race. Dang it all, the race card whites complain about would fall by the wayside and crimes against race/culture would be clearly evident while at the same time we’d need to re-vamp our criminal “justice” system and deal with the freedoms, the mind, environment- upbringing, and the individual choices of the individual man or woman. We would not blame and become biased or hatred to this individuals race and culture. We would not have gender and religious bias and discrimination.
In America, each and every one of us individual persons are offered a choices and can choose to set positive, productive goals or we can fall into the stigmas of income and race and choose things that will not help ourselves or our race-since that’s what things are judged by-then fall through the falsely built economic cracks based on the race and cultural falsities instead of taking advantage of freedoms that soldiers fight for, many of their lives are permanently altered and many die for to make sure we have what we choose to make each other’s lives miserable based on our race, cultures, stigmas, stereotypes and incomes.
Get real world, leave race out of the majority of the “equations” in our judgmental society and see what we stand and fight for then. Take it from me, a mixed race person who can figure out both or all races and cultures and give this race and religion crap a rest. Take it from me who has experienced racism from all of you, your children and your races.
We are not all the judges we think we are or think we deserve to be. Leave that up to our higher power, our God.
Just maybe we will end up successful in dealing with and ending issues based on economics and divide.
Besides, how can you cry racism or discrimination when in one or more ways you yourselves are guilty of the same, all based on bias, upbringing, stigmas and stereotypes?
Media, you must stop feeding the peoples fears, stereotypes and judgements of one another. Stop being biased and income based on which stories you choose to report and not to report.
Marxist and capitalist theories my ass. Just fight to change and end the race, gender and culture based society we live in. Income is a mater of choice, belief, and abilities.
Stop making everything about race, ethnicity, and religion.
Huh, dream on me, right?
Never tell anyone who has experienced hatred towards themselves or their race, religion, or culture to get over it, forget it, and/or so what.
All of us need to look long and deep into ourselves and find what it is that we can do to make the changes that have been much needed in our social systems and societies since whoever we choose to say discovered the America that has been native to those who were here when whoever got here before the other.
Maybe then the embellishment of what we call history will also end.

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The World a Stage

For today she is but a shadow however cast in that infrared. 

A shadow gone unheard because she was not shot dead.

What purpose does your visit serve? 

Are you surprised this shadow has brain and nerve?

Would she have caused a huge rucas had she held gun to her head?

“Until next time ‘ol shadow behind infared.”

i-freebird 

– Sheryl K. Platzer Sartin Copyright 2015

Wednesday question…

These days social decency is at an all time low. Partly due to what you point out with your question and mostly because some of the very freedoms Americans fought and died for have been stripped away from us. Regarding the all about money era, this part negates moral values and creates desperation, corruption and bad ethics. Also making way for deprivation. This happens due to the most part. The part that does not allow Americans to speak of of display religious beliefs. Some of the very beliefs that this country was built on. There is no more pledging to the American flag that stands for “one nation under God with liberty and justice for all.” All the hush hush of our religious beliefs, pride in our flag, or anything about spirituality was started in the effort to not offend anyone.
Making money, the American Dream is great, high esteemed and important. However, take that minus our spirituality, religious belief, and morals what have you? Something very wrong. A sort of recipe for disaster. We learn of and see disaster playing out all around us minus the media control and hype. So, if we are not allowed to talk about, display, or even hint of spirituality and religion in our schools and many public venues and work places what else is left to feed the heart and soul?
I hope this builds on some more discussion/comments for you.

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How can we expect social decency when business studies are taught over spiritual growth in schools?!

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Her Days, Though Numbered, Are Too Many

Today she finds yet another painful lump under her skin along with another painful lymph node.
Today is yet another day like too many of which she peels away all four patches of an electrical nerve stimulator.

Today is one too many a day of the typical, morning in which she wakes, swallows a lot of prescription meds and does not concern herself with what she will wear, fashion sense, or even combing her hair.
Today the Lidoderm patches become the fashion accessory that adorns her body, almost everywhere.
She wonders why time doesn’t feel as tough it is working against her.
Quietly she whispers to herself she that she wishes time would hurry on and get to the point it will carry on, without her.
She is not suicidal.
She is just low on distractions from all the physical pain and sorrowful memories that rob her of her natural energy and enthusiasm.
She feels much older than she really is.

She is tired of all the doctor appointments
Today, yet another day to many, in all the pain, she wonders “What UN-willed transformations are next for me?”
Just as the tears slowly fall from her failing eyes and drench the patchy dry skin on her face, a lovable creature she resides with brushes up against her.
There is warm, loving embrace of which she is relieved by.
She is able to feel happy again.
Today is another day alright.
She always has strength for a loved one, one of the many she loves so much.
One of the now few distractions that help her strive to fight to survive.
There is communication between them that is without words. While her last tear falls and her cheek dries there is, through warm and loving eyes, that deep gaze full of a comfort that is almost surreal, almost omniscient.
She whispers to herself,
“I will see and feel such a gaze even if lost becomes the sight from my eye.”
Melatonin begins out doing the pain signals in her brain, and is all her precious loved one, her pet, ever wanted.
Today is yet another day of this life on a path not chosen, still she tries to acclimate.

Today, like every day, she gives thanks to loving pets, her loving Husband, and even more so, to a loving God. She is so humbled. She can feel the smile growing slowly on her face in place of the tears. She is thankful that she is here in this moment. For a while she still, both outside and in.
Today, like any other day, she has found her strength within.
She reaches out to touch others with prayer and support.
Most of them have not even the slightest clue that,
From her heart and soul she does this and she believes this is what she should do.
She feels she must do something now that there is not much she can do.
Today is yet another day that all of this is her mental and spiritual rescue.
Tonight she writes in her journal.
“Today was another day alright.”
“Today was another day and it was all right.”

i-freebird / Sheryl Platzer-Sartin
©2015

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Convicted

i-freebird

You say love is against your law
And to friendship I am restricted
Well there’s somethin’ I wanna confess to
I feel more than friendship for you
So if lovin’ you is a crime
Then I’m ready to be convicted
Put away on all counts of you
Is where I wanna be
So baby guilty is what I wanna plea
Then you can lock me up
But baby hold on to the key
’cause wasted time is somethin’
This love aint gonna be

You see

By the time my sentence is through
You’ll feel all my love for you 

 When you feel how it’s so right
very strong and true
You’ll have a change of heart and mind
And this law of yours
You’ll no longer stand behind
’cause you’ll feel the same way for me too.

– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin Copyright ©2008 

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Sometimes I see

i-freebird

Sometimes I see you
Sometimes I see me
Sometimes I see we

In what’s destin to be
Sometimes I see through

The words that you make do
Though I don’t want to
I see the opposite of what you say is true
Then sometimes I see you

And all the good that you can do

For you, for me, and everyone else too
I don’t even try to

But when I look at you I see through

You and anyone else who doesn’t reason with what’s true.

Sometimes I see sometimes I see

Sometimes I see me

I see the soul mates we are meant to be

Yeah sometimes I see through

Sometimes I see lies

So I look deeper for what’s true

And that’s when I see

Yeah, that’s when I see you

Inside and out you’re the one who

Is meant to face my destiny with me

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Mend My Heart Asunder

i-freebird

Mend My Heart Asunder
Want some wind rain and rollin’ thunder
To help me mend this heart asunder
I’m callin’  rollin’ thunder wind and rain
To come and ease this soul in pain

Yes I benefit from this kind of storm
For it delivers me from hardships of any form
Now I need this storm to get me through
The time I spend gettin’ over you

The thunder will act as my roar
Rollin’ from my inner core
With the power to restore
My heart to how it was before
The heavy wind will act as the rebirth
Of the love in me and all it’s worth
The pourin’ rain will make subside
The strong feelings of pain
That I could not hide
Yes the rain will wash away thoughts of you
And all memories of the changes you put me through

Now I feel my whole body gettin’ warm
For I…

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Vicious Cycle

Her heart began to pound

When again she heard the sound

Of her mother’s voice screaming

All the kids sit awake

Staring at each other when

Said the youngest child to oldest brother

He’s hurting her again,

Are we just going to sit?

This way that way then the other

Now he has his gun and is chasing mother

The youngest child cries out

God please don’t let him kill our mother

In attempt to distract him

Outside runs brother

He rings the door bell

That did not work so well

This way that way then the other

He still has his gun

Now he’s going to get our brother

This is a vicious cycle

Over and over and over

The vicious cycle

Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin / i-freebird

NO MORE
#NOMORE
Break the viscous cycle of violence. Give someone a reason to feel they can escape because in most domestic abuse is kept hidden well due to fear and hopelessness. Take time to talk with someone. Dig deeper if you suspect something is wrong. NO MORE quick conversations or interviews at the door. The victim is more than likely too terrified to say something is wrong, especially if the abuser is around. NO MORE just ignore. NO MORE looking the other way. NO MORE saying she deserved it because because of her looks and the clothes she is wearing.
– i-freebird

Glass Face Clown

NO MORE
#NOMORE
Break the viscous cycle of violence. Give someone a reason to feel they can escape because in most domestic abuse is kept hidden well due to fear and hopelessness. Take time to talk with someone. Dig deeper if you suspect something is wrong. NO MORE quick conversations or interviews at the door. The victim is more than likely too terrified to say something is wrong, especially if the abuser is around.
NO MORE just ignore. NO MORE looking the other way. NO MORE saying she deserved it because of her looks and the clothes she is wearing.
– i-freebird

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Cracked Up Glass Face

LicenseCopyright All rights reserved by i-freebird

i’m a glass face clown
  i’m wearing a glass mask
Don’t care who’s behind it
 i just do
  Whatever the task

i’m a glass face clown
A token of beauty
With a face painted on
Of a frown
Worn upside down

i’m a glass face clown
 As long as i’m pretty
 Then i’m just a puppet
Do what you will
 While i just have to tough it

i’m a glass face clown
 You think i smile but really i frown
 i’m just wearing it upside down
 i’m just wearing it upside down

This shell, it is numb

No, i’m not really dumb

  i’m wearing this frown upside down

A glass mask that could shatter
But to you this doesn’t matter
 i’m here for you
Just to bruise and to batter

i’m a glass face clown
Wearing a frown upside down

Trapped for this while

Forced to be servile

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No One is Listening

He doesn’t want to hear you
No one is listening anyway

Just shut up. Shut up now

Just like you heard him holler and say

No one is listening.

He will make up some lie anyway.
Save your breath.

For what?

I do not know.

Just save your breath, tomorrow you go.

Just pray lies do not hide the truth

Pray no one will think you are uncouth

Pray the scars and bruises, although hidden, will show
Every time that big mouth and fist came down with a blow

Its way past time for you to go

Why are you still here?

As if your life is something you owe

Maybe for once

Well, maybe not, no

Say your wounds do tell tale of your woe,
Will they know the truth? Will someone finally know?

Yes, the bruises will show

No one will care, bud in they won’t dare

He will use his career against me

But it’s really an act

He will tell his lies as if they are matter of fact

How will you survive?

Like a bum on skid row?

Oh this fear and this shame

All wound up with his blame

No one will ever want you ya know

You’re battered and lame

He yells loud that it’s so

When he leaves the house with you in tow

He’s making sure you don’t tell a soul

His denial will just add to your damage

No one will listen to you though

For now just shut your mouth and lie low

No one is listening

Right next door

They hear your screams and cries and ignore

Just shut your mouth maybe tomorrow you go

It is because of you this happens

You deserved it, you are low

– Sheryl Platzer-Sartin / i-freebird  © 2014

I the Old Tree

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i-freebird ®

i-freebird ®

I continue on whatever path the Lord has chosen

I get somber and am only momentarily frozen

Then, the voice inside reminds me, fear not, worry not,

This is not all what God has  chosen

Sure, for a little while I look down at all the trials that surround me

When I look up to see the light of day

To the sky, the Heaven

There is an affirming voice that says, “I’m glad, that you found me.”

I rejoice

Patient are my leaves

I am steadfast

Ready for whatever surrounds me

I am

Like the old tree outside my window

In full bloom

Some of my branches bare, some broken

The earth, sun, and rain, all God’s creations

Nourish me

Fulfilled by the Lord, and God in Heaven above

Heavenly Angels and my family

Love

I am steadfast and grounded

Grappling to live

I keep faith and grow another…

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Spirit Spelled Out

(Revised)

The letters in the word SPIRIT
I will use to tell the story
Of Divinity, me, and unbound spiritual glory…

There some are words that I  rhyme with  the S
They are to the one I will wish God bless
The one who is not afraid to see and let be
The beauty of this heart and soul inside me
A blessing that one will surely receive if in God they truly believe
Saying yes to the one whom I wish God bless
Is a way of showing gratefulness
Forever after with happiness

Peace
Peace

The P stands for the peace I have within me                                                     Dove
A peace that I want others to see
When In need of finding their own
For if we have no peace within
There will be no lasting peace
In this world we live in
And it’s high time true peace begin

                 The I Stands for me
A strong proud symbol of my dignity
Though there is only one color to my face
This I is the pride of more than one race
And this is why I am full of Grace
This I will always be
Strong, proud, and free

There was a time when I was near the end of my rope
With so many troubles I had almost given up hope
My inner light was weak and dim
So my outlook on life was really grim
When all alone in my darkest hour
A light shined on me with God’s divine power

Divinity
Divinity

I saw a ray of hope within this light
And knew everything would be all right
My dying spirit light did revive
Giving me me the strength and will to survive                                                                                                                                                                                                   Yes  to darkness I had been driven

            Until I saw the light  and realized something  else that I had been given
A faith for which I took a leap
Then learned my spirit was to keep
Along with all my reasons for living
So the R stands for the REVIVAL
That gave me the faith, strength, and will for survival

The second I
Stands for the gift of insight that I’ve been given
To make this life more easy living
It tells me who I can and cannot trust
For dealing only with the all true is a must
This I tells me of any bridges that I must burn
And warns me of directions in which I must not turn
If ever surrounded by darkness
There is one thing for sure I know
With this gift
In right directions I will always go

The T Stands for the gift of Three
All gifts of hope born of me
To this world so full of tragedy
That’s brought about by
The powers and prejudice that be
This gift of three born of me
With the love I have within
Because it’s time change begin
This gift of three So innocent and pure of heart
They are three chances at keeping this world from falling apart
Much tribulation I must endure
In order to teach them well and keep their hearts pure
Yes our children are the cure
For this world that is stricken by the madness
Of unrest, hate and too much sadness
Our children will learn from our mistakes
Then make this world a better place
For everyone’s sake
Especially our children’s
The changes they will bring we must not condemn
For this worlds future belongs to them

– Sheryl K. Sartin
Now i-freebird / Sheryl PS
© 1998-2014

Divine Light
Divine Light

 

 

 

 

 

Playtime

Healing laughter sublime

To me, laughter, says playtime

Joyfully revealing and quite the appealing

is laughter to me

Just like dancing alive and so free

When there is no one around

To be watching me

Playtime for me is my free time to play

To me, laughing is better than having nothing to say

Time to play is when we dance our cares away

When it is time to play

Grey clouds clear away

As we dance in the sunlight

To be part of the light of day

Let us sing aloud and say

We are grateful for every new day

We must take time out to remember to play

Never letting our age get in the way

Playtime to me is my free time to play

I am not ashamed

To be happy enough to play

–          i-freebird  / Sheryl Platzer-Sartin ©2014

Please Stand By

If there ever came a time I’d be searching

Would you be there for me?

Please stand by

To some degree of difficulty

I have looked into the eyes of desire

Your eyes full of promise

A promise someone else made me

Please stand by

I,

I know you don’t have to ask why

Oh, you made my heart an open door

Something I’ve only felt once before

No, I didn’t think I’d ever feel this feeling anymore

Okay, well I

I can’t really say for sure

That I will be with you someday

Even though I know in my heart I want to

I’m not sure it’s meant to be or to even say

I

Want you

Please stand by

Well, like an unexpected intrusion that has brought about much confusion

Well, I mean, hey

Someday, just not today

Maybe, I’m

Yours in another lifetime

How selfish of me to ask

Please stand by for me anyway?

i-freebird  ©2014

Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

Monday

Since today still feels like Monday…

i-freebird

Good mornin’ coffee

Monday rolled in on the thunder

So maybe I’ll get through it with my head above water

Instead of feeling like goin’ under

What is it about this day

That makes me want to wish it
away?

After a Saturday of fun

 A restful Sunday’s over and done 

Come Monday

 I‘m not much in the
mood for anything or anyone

I have four more days to get through

When I’m on Monday, complaining to you

Oh yes four more days to tackle the daily grind

And looking back over my shoulder

I see two good days that I just left behind

Good mornin’ coffee

Monday rolled in on the thunder

So maybe I’ll get through it with my head above water

Instead of feeling like goin’ under

Oh Monday seems to me

Like one small weed in an ocean of grass

So when the alarm clock screams

I…

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Guardian Angel’s Goodbye

I just came to say

That I got my wings today

Won’t be long before I’m gone to stay

In the place where I’ve earned my way

I’ll walk with you one more day

To be sure on your own you’ll do ok

I’ll stay with you one more night

To be sure on your own you feel all righ 

Remember me in your heart

And remember me in your mind

So when the rest of this world seems so unkind

Consolation you will always find

And you won’t ever feel that you’ve been left behind

Know that I don’t feel sad

I’m only very glad

That in you I did invest

And because of you I can finally fly

To the peace beyond the sky

So you don’t have to cry

When I say goodbye

 

  Copyright © 2006 – 2013  Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin / i-freebird ®

Something to Believe In

Long ago, In Destruction

She went away

 

Time etched on as if keeping some score

Finally she came back, better than before

Not refreshed or renewed

Resurrected

Her strength increased

Her fear dissipated until deceased

Reformed

Faith, hope, and Love

Her heart and soul now filled of

With this something to believe in

Absent her worries of this life – lose or win

She returned

All broken down bridges burned

From sorrows, hurts, and disappointments

Lessons learned

 

Yes, long ago she went away

Something to believe in

Brought her to return, unabashed

In original name today

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–      Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

Copyright © 2013

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Sad but True

Lord, I pray

Please keep him away

Do not let him haunt me

With his insane obsessiveness today

Of his insanity denied

Well covered up

So easy for him to hide

One day they did come

They asked him some questions

He lied

How can it be for so many years?

His insanity undiscovered.

How can it be when beneath their noses all truth hovered?

 

Just who really draws that very fine line?

That line between right and wrong frame of mind

 

Before I lose my mind

From him I must get away

The nasty mess all of this

Trifling, stifling, abusiveness

Evil he is, just full of resentment and hate

Get away from the control freak before it is too late

Lord knows I have been through this once

This just cannot be my fate

All of his anger and venomous scorn

I would fight the evil type I had sworn

Blame it on his old age

It Is not an excuse

When others speak, he behaves rather obtusely

Then calls his wife names using foul words quite loosely

 

He will not hear the truth

So he pushed then he shoved

He laid his grimy hands on me

Knock him down hard is all I can think of

 

I am much better than this

I walk away while I pray

So he lived to see another day

 In his filthy cluttered bliss

 

While his wife slumps further

Into her raggedy, pissed chair

No decent clothes, no bathing, and tangled up hair

To just stare into space

As her mind slips slowly away

For her good things and strength I still pray

Snap her out of it I tried

But she is too afraid of his rule

To not by it abide

This is what happens when for years you let slide

The abuse of the abuser

Until all you want from this world is to hide

See that he be reported

I tried

The just came and walked through here as if to take it all into stride

He is old

So what can they do?

Is all they seemed to gesture?

As they hurried on through

Sad but true

They did nothing to help her

Would you?

 – Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

i-freebird ®

    Copyright © 2013

Sleeping Weather

Wake to cloudy morning so dimly lit
A yawn, a stretch,
Move to edge of bed and sit

Hearing only one song of the bird
We have well come to know
The loud cawing song
Of the very large crow

The rain begins falling
And steady it flows
A squinting glance at the clock as disinterest grows

With life seeming distant, a scratch of the head
A yawn, a stretch,
A crawl back into the favorite part of the bed
Into the perfect pillow is buried the head

Adjust the covers just right
To self and gloomy morning
A whisper g’night

– Sheryl Kay Platzer-Sartin / i-freebird ®
Copyright © 2013

The Candle She Burns

Burning Candle

No one knew just what  she felt

When every night before a candle she knelt

If anyone asked her why she would say

“Lone is the night,” “long is the day,”

“Just watch how slowly it melts away”

Hearing her words whomever is asking then learns

That she looks upon the candle she burns

As a symbol of how for him she yearns

And the rapture she will feel when he returns

With her candle melts low and the flame gone to dim

She looks as though she is dying

Because inside she is crying for him

When the flame of her candle is harder to see

She looks to his picture and whispers softly

“In your arms is where I wanna be,”

“letting the magic of your every essence embellish me.”

– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

© 2011

 

To Wit the Wonder

Image

But oh,

Do not those of us who are wise know?

We would rather not know of some things.

Some things we are better off not knowing.

Prey, tell?

What about those things we learn that we do not wonder of?

The realities of the prices paid without hope, faith, and Divine Love

What of the minds we do not want to read?

The un-righted wrongs, stories untold, and unheard songs

 What about the ugly premonitions that plant in our minds a seed?

There is only Divine plan in what we foresee

One answer

The resolve of that which be

What of all the unCouth from fed misperception and un-truth?

To wit to wonder

To wonder to wit

There are those times we wish we knew none of it

Although sometimes we may only pity thee

We will be the answer when it is time for us to be

–          Sheryl Kay Platzer-Sartin 

           Copyright © 2013

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The Perfect Storm

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The calm before storm

Daybreak creeping slowly in

There is a hush in the morning creature’s chatter

In whispers, they prepare for just one special matter

 

Slowly rolls in

The perfect storm

 

Such beautiful sound the perfect storm brings

Soft quieter roles of thunder

Wind sound of wisp under wing

Remind of precious moments and things

Like flying

Even the Songbird still sings

Refresh reform in the perfect storm

I dance I dance and I dance, even sing

Receiving grace and understanding

From God in the heaven above

I am even renewed with more strength and more love

With each raindrop that blesses my head, my heart, my soul, and my face

I am reminded to take things at my own pace

And I become more thankful  towards heaven and grace

The perfect storm

 Some of us seek it, for some it is norm

 

–          Sheryl Kay Platzer-Sartin

      © Copyright 2013

Sarcoidosis

How can they all be
Such specialists at what they do
Paid so much for their training
Yet never really have a clue?
How can a vicious disease
Be a disease at all
When they don’t know how to treat it
And there’s so many sufferers with no where to call?
How can there be specialists
Who claim to know it all
About a disease’s symptoms that
When even the strangest ones
With their own eyes they saw?
Why is it that when one is dies from it
No one knows at all?
Is it really the secret in a vile, on that ship
That was never supposed to fall??

– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin © 2012

i-freebird ®

Seriously Afflicted with Sarcoidosis
No known cause, not contagious,
no cure.
So soon they’ll probably tell me I have more than one disease when no one else related to me has been brought down to their knees by a very slow and vicious ravenous disease
One all the doctors and “specialists”
Try to down play as they please
And pharmaceutical gets richer with intentions no one sees…

My Rant for all of us sufferers of this ugly secret disease.

i-freebird ®

Good Graces and Glory

 

Good Graces of his Glory
Brings me life
Another day worth praising
Once again
Despite my anguish and loss
I am raising my head, my hand Shouting loud to all
I am here for a reason
Therefore I must make the best
Of every season
I must do some good
In the Lords name
Because when I cried
He came
Now any turmoil I face fearlessly
With faith
Is not the same
The Good Graces of his Glory
Gave me strength to face every day
I’m ready for
Whatever comes my way

Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin
© 2012

 

Glass Face Clown

Cracked Up Glass Face

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i’m a glass face clown
  i’m wearing a glass mask
Don’t care who’s behind it
 i just do
  Whatever the task

i’m a glass face clown
A token of beauty
With a face painted on
Of a frown
Worn upside down

i’m a glass face clown
 As long as i’m pretty
 Then i’m just a puppet
Do what you will
 While i just have to tough it

i’m a glass face clown
 You think i smile but really i frown
 i’m just wearing it upside down
 i’m just wearing it upside down

This shell, it is numb

No, i’m not really dumb

  i’m wearing this frown upside down

A glass mask that could shatter
But to you this doesn’t matter
 i’m here for you
Just to bruise and to batter

i’m a glass face clown
Wearing a frown upside down

Trapped for this while

Forced to be servile

While i’m wearing this frown upside down

You are fooled by this frown upside down

Do whatever your will
  i will just remain still 

In this mind and spirit

That you think bereft

They are not,
  The real me has left

In in mind I‘m still sound

And I warn you

One day

I will come around 

One day 

I will come around

 Then all of your dirty secrets

Will be out and then found

Your dirty secrets will haunt you

Even when you’re dead in the ground

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– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin / i-freebird ®

Copyright © 2012

Pretty No More

Pretty No More

A feeling so profound…
A look at him, through him, then around
Suddenly all meaning just falls to the ground

A new feeling even more profound…

Chills from every empty word
Believing his words, being there is… absurd
It’s all he really wants

Get out of there,
Just get out the door
Don’t you ever come back for more

Time passes until
Again he whispers your name
Like before
When you were still the same
Like a reckless weakling
You go back for the same

You think you got something special that will change things…

What does not matter
For a bird without wings?

Again and again you two do…
Until you feel like… Until he treats you like…
A worn out soul of his shoe
You ask why and what did you do?

Then you are left to cry and wonder
Why does he just sing?
The words that really cut
Oh the words really sting
“See what you get girl ?”
“For making haste of such thing.”

You don’t see two anymore
You only see you
While you run for the door
And suddenly you’re not so proud of the pretty face, those pretty looks anymore

You don’t think
You don’t see you
You look long in the mirror
And you don’t know at who

The story continues
Until you find a new you

– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

© 2012

Heart Song

You’ve got me in a bind

Mornin’, noon, and night I got you on my mind

From my mind its turning physical

That feels like somethin’ mystical

My heart starts racin’

And then it skips a beat

Like every time I hear your name

And it my lips repeat

I don’t know what to do

You on my mind

What a rush my body goes through

The second our eyes meet

I’m like a kid in a candy store who gets a real good treat

When I think of that moment when our lips are about to meet

My heart starts racin’

And then it skips a beat

Listen

The way I feel is true

I don’t know what I’m to do

You just make me feel like dancing

Baby I’m so crazy about you

Groovin’ on my mind

Time with you I gotta find

My heart starts racin’

And then it skips a beat

I’m dancin’ now and thinking up a feat

Then here you come along

You turn my thoughts into a poem

And then the poem into a song

Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

(i-freebird)

© 2012

I a Bird

I a Bird

Against turbulent winds many times I fly

Just pushing my way through

No safe landing

What have I gotten myself into?

Keep on, I must try

Through brut winds I prevail

Now on the wind my wings they sail

The wind it did subside

And with gentle breeze in peace and love I glide

With the Creator I find solid place to rest

The gentle wind carries my song

May my loved ones all be blessed

As for me

Now nothing can go wrong

 *For my Son Aumikko*

 –        Sheryl Kay Platzer-Sartin

© 2012

My New Year

I rushed up the stairs
Heading for a closed-door
Of what my hopes and dreams were made of
And all that they stood for

Standing in a place that I had stood before
I did not feel the same
Suddenly I did not want to be there anymore
No one or thing could I blame

An old year gone a new year here
New light sheds upon me on a new day
A guiding light chases the shadows around me away
Time to get right with God and face the things I fear

Standing in a place that I had stood before
This time without fear
I took a step in a new direction and everything became so clear
This time my hopes and dreams are behind an open door

In this New Year
My year
I trust in the Lord
Not giving up but taking chances
That I can spiritually afford
Now in a new and better direction I steer

– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin
©2012

Time Defined

In a landfill of distraction
So full of meaningless attraction
Clear the clutter away
Detain every moment
Seek and arrest that which will not stay

Remnants of memories sublime
Are like sands in the hourglass
Slowly slipping away with time
To age-old change, reluctantly give in
The best of memories slowly wearing thin

Look long into the photograph
Look longer and deeper into the mirror
At what’s becoming foggy and grey
That which is behind us slowly fades away

Time is an abyss

Memories of old slip slowly into the distance
Turn away now from the mirror
To face the deadline of existence

– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

 © 2011

I the Old Tree

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I continue on whatever path the Lord has chosen

I get somber and am only momentarily frozen

Then, the voice inside reminds me, fear not, worry not,

This is not all what God has  chosen

Sure, for a little while I look down at all the trials that surround me

When I look up to see the light of day

To the sky, the Heaven

There is an affirming voice that says, “I’m glad, that you found me.”

I rejoice

Patient are my leaves

I am steadfast

Ready for whatever surrounds me

I am

Like the old tree outside my window

In full bloom

Some of my branches bare, some broken

The earth, sun, and rain, all God’s creations

Nourish me

Fulfilled by the Lord, and God in Heaven above

Heavenly Angels and my family

Love

I am steadfast and grounded

Grappling to live

I keep faith and grow another branch

A branch in a new direction of faith, and stillness in that faith

Hope is each new branch thereafter

Wind caresses my leaves, they dance

Another chance

Grow a new branch

My children, all grown, my longest branches

My grandchildren, my newest beautiful branches

All extensions of me

When their leaves fall to the ground

They are free to become each their own tree

Wherever that will be

Like Mother, I am happy with the beauty of Gods creations.

I absorb the sun and listen the songs of many different birds

Theyall perch around me

Like family

My Husband like the wise owl, watchful, caring, and discerning

On my right branch

The Angels, they whisper in the wind and dance

Within the clouds in the sky

Their messages take shape

Strong rooted in the earth

I am still

– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

Copyright © 2011 / i-freebird ®

Sleep Awake

First stage

Don’t go to sleep to dream

They call it insomnia

Is it not survival mode?

Eyes open

Heart irrational tugging, rolling, pausing, and skipping beats

Breathlessness lulled by pain

Catch breath

Close eyes again

First stage

Pray to the Lord

Ask for relief,  all one can afford

First stage

Quiet but not silent

A thin layer of darkness

Vulnerable to interruption

Thoughts running through mind

Aware,  cancel them out

In search of  deeper first stage

First stage

Still here, this the only sleep

Not restless but tired

Pillow, like a barrier, then like a cradle

Blanket, a thin shield

Eyes closed

Trifle in and out of quiet but not silent awareness

Eyes open

Heart irrational, tugging, rolling, pausing, and skipping beats

Breathlessness

Lulled by pain

Catch breath

Close eyes again

First stage

Morning greets, finds tired

Good that it is here

Eyes open

Trifle in and out of quiet but not silent awareness

– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

       Copyright 2011

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Waiting

Sands in the hourglass

Seem to fall so slow


Waiting for relaxation from a glass of Merlot, eventually it does overflow
Waiting for an understanding that does not ever show
Waiting for the night to take thee off to sleep

To sleep thee never goes

Waiting for the moment that’s right

Only to create another plight 

Waiting for the sun to rise up in clear or cloudy skies
Waiting for the answers to oh, so many why’s

The answers do come

not all at once but only some

Faith tells thee there are more answers to come 

Wait no more

For faith build’s the bridge

That leads thee to the right door

 A night without waiting
pray to the Lord the soul to keep

And then fall fast to sleep

Waiting is not always the thing to do

But many a time we have to

It is why patience is a virtue

When waiting for one’s return  

Or for something thee does yearn

Waiting is hard to endure

For time taunts

 Making waiting become something of the obscure

 

– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin
Copyright © 2013

 

Voice in the Thunder

So much taken

What is left are lessons known

From which this heart and soul have grown

Cultivated by the Creator God Divine

This heart and soul are his and not just mine

Illness is hard to cope

To God I pray and I gain hope

At random I lose my voice

Like my second Son, unexpectedly taken

My faith challenged by my feeling forsaken

Upon nature, God’s creation, I rely

To spread my spiritual wings

North, South, East, and West I fly

Within the Creator’s storm

Out loud I cry un-heard

Until the wind finds and carries my word

To the clouds, the Creator’s gift from his sky

White clouds turn black and gray for crying out loud

Like Jesus my tears are rain

By his Grace, Like his Father’s voice

My voice is in the thunder

By the Creator’s storm I’m content I do not worry, nor wonder if I am ever heard

i – freebird

My faith renewed  in his word

My voice is in the thunder

– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

© 2011

 

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Such high expectation of you
A feeble moment

A knock at a door never answered
This I have come to expect

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In essence
I should have known
I just thought that I
Well I didn’t think it would hurt to try
I led myself to believe a lie
I guess I …
Mistook a reflection of you

How could I have misread a truth that has always been said?

Was it really so much to ask?

When it seems as though someone just might be nice, I will forever think twice

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I’ll never give a thought to such again, ever, at all

From here, where I am, the kindness that is humanism rarely comes to call

I should have known, now I know what to expect

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How typical, how genuine of you
Your act, your reflection
I should have seen through

Sad but true
Believe you of me, I’m sorry I ever asked a favor of-that I ever bothered…

A humble reminder to never be like you

For this, I have you to thank

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– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

Copyright © 2011

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My Favorite Way to Start the Day

 

My favorite way to start the day is to listen to the first bird’s song. This early bird sings alone at the crack of dawn until, with the time, grows more songs from more birds near and far.

I look to the window to watch the sun slowly rise with the sounds of each new song.

The clouds, I imagine they dance along.

I listen to each new melody drifting in and out like a melodious chorus of each birds beautiful song, all helping the morning along to awaken the world.

I listen as the birds’ songs grow, bird by bird, each song grows stronger, carried on by the morning breeze.

I see sun-kissed dew drops dance and glisten as I listen to the birds chorus turn to a symphony, then to an orchestra of diverse song each greeting the morning and it’s sunrise.

I wonder why we humans don’t communicate like all the different kinds of birds do.

I stretch a long full body stretch and aim to face the morning with a strong cup of coffee. I thank the Lord yet another day, for the beauty of nature.

I thank the Lord for the blessings in my life. I thank the Lord for the blessings of the joyous songs from the birds that I am attuned to like my Guardian Angels are, like all the Heavenly Angels are.

I greet the morning like the Angels do, I am happy to.

I breathe in the aroma of my bold coffee and take a soothing sip.

After this I can begin…

– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin © 2011

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Monday

Good mornin’ coffee

Monday rolled in on the thunder

So maybe I’ll get through it with my head above water

Instead of feeling like goin’ under

What is it about this day

That makes me want to wish it
away?

After a Saturday of fun

 A restful Sunday’s over and done 

Come Monday

 I‘m not much in the
mood for anything or anyone

I have four more days to get through

When I’m on Monday, complaining to you

Oh yes four more days to tackle the daily grind

And looking back over my shoulder

I see two good days that I just left behind

Good mornin’ coffee

Monday rolled in on the thunder

So maybe I’ll get through it with my head above water

Instead of feeling like goin’ under

Oh Monday seems to me

Like one small weed in an ocean of grass

So when the alarm clock screams

I hit the snooze and pass

Even though I tried to

I don’t like Mondays no matter what I do

Tuesday and the rest of the week

are better days to get through

And do my best at the things I want and like to

Good mornin’ coffee

Monday rolled in on the thunder

So maybe I’ll get through it with my head above water

Instead of feeling like goin’ under

Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin  © 2011

Silver and Gray

Long, strong silver and gray, gray and silver you come,
un-announced, for now, you are un-welcomed a flip, a toss, salt and pepper. A flip, a toss your buried, hidden, but not for long. Now there is almost no hiding your shimmer. Will you look good on me when stronger in number? Will it be decided that the every wire-like strand of you be camouflaged, disguised as the original until accepted, as distinguished, as a sign of wisdom? My long stare into a mirror, bowing and turning my head. You silver and gray, gray and silver are like a season that never ends. You are the winter, long and harsh, until the day you are, at last, accepted.

– Sheryl K. Platzer- Sartin  © 2011

Tomorrow and Today

As the day ends And I lay here in bed my mind wonders once again I think about things I did I think about things I said I think about things I seen I think about things tomorrow may bring

Will it bring joy? Will it bring anger? Will it bring pain? Will it bring sorrow? Or maybe I’ll lay in bed thinking again of tomorrow

What if tomorrow brought my end Then I wonder what things I’ll be thinking of then Will it be regret? Will it be content? Will it be something I forget?

And if I forget Was it important to figure it then? Or maybe I should think of something else instead?

Maybe of food Or maybe I’m full Maybe of fun Or maybe something dull

Maybe a tune or a sweet lullaby To put me to rest and ease my mind Maybe I’ll stop Maybe I’ll close my eyes Maybe I’ll stop thinking altogether At least till next time Maybe no next time Maybe this is just it As the day ends And I lay here in bed…

When I think of what tomorrow brings

Am I thinking of one too many things?

In a comfortable place my head I lay

I should be grateful for this

And the simple things anyway

If thinking of what tomorrow brings

Is thinking of one too many things

Then I shall think of what I did today

Did it matter, if not to me,

Then to someone else anyway?

Looking back on how this day had begun

Have I made a difference to anyone?

Well, I must have faith

And Remember to pray

And to thank the Lord for  my waking to face each new day

This I’m sure will start  tomorrows off right anyway

– By My Son, Auroiah B. Morgan, and me, Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

                                                                                                                      Copyright © 2011                                                                                                               

Sanity to Me

Sanity to me is
Bravery in the face of fear
Sanity to me is
Listening to your heart body and mind
When no one else will hear

Sanity to me is
Letting out and facing every tear if alone or if someone’s near

Sanity to me is knowing the last thoughts and feelings of a loved one unfairly taken from me and the rest of us here

Sanity to me is

Not sympathy
But is the understanding
It’s a finding commonality
A comrade in the tested strength  of trial and tribulation that others too are withstanding
Sanity to me is
Having something and someone good to believe in
No matter how much hurt trouble or burden on my shoulders I’m heavin’

My sanity is being a soldier by my own right and always fighting the see, speak, and hear no evil, the right fight

Sanity to me is
Having faith stand or fall
In God in Heaven and Heavenly Guardian Angels that come to call

Sanity to me is

Standing up for what I know is right
A knowing, a fighting for the truth
Even when standing falsely accused
Leaves me standing alone and it hurts just as bad as being physically, mentally, or emotionally abused

sanity to me is that natural found empathy
For others who struggle the same or worse as me
Sanity to me is
a random act of kindness an empathetic blindness to the what or the who

if nothing else in the moment I knew, that he or she needed that act of  kindness from me or who?

Sanity to me is
Writing and making my voice heard

And yet

its just as well Communicating without a word
Sanity to me is always visible in the eyes

Its taking a meditating moment to close them and pray or seek answers to all the whys

Sanity can feel like a burden sometimes and beating this feeling is better than going down with the evil that chimes

Sanity to many is staying sane
Through chronic illness, depression, emotional, and physical pain.

Sanity is knowing when to let it rain never giving up on your goals, dreams, and the things God’s good intentions gain

Then knowing when to start anew just by a tap on your shoulder, a heavenly whisper, the way the wind blows gently and the way the light shines on you

Sanity to me

Is a worthwhile talk for me, for someone, while taking a walk in the weather of choice that soothes anger and gives it voice

Even if I’m down and  have been for a while Sanity to me is a burst of  laughter and or a  subtle smile

Sanity is a loved one, just someone who understands,  or a friend that sticks with you when you need encouragement to go that needed extra mile

Sanity to many is being heard through an instrument and or the voice in a song and playing whenever somethings right or somethings wrong and the best part is the understanding when its heard and others sing along

–  Copyright Sheryl K. Platzer Sartin    2011

Colorful Me

I’m not into ethnic confusion

The question of my race is quite the intrusion

I’m not from their country club

I’m not from their tribes

A colorful harmony

Brings out the charm in me

I celebrate all of me

An un-sung song but not for very long

In numbers we’re strong

It’s troubling to be forced to choose

Only one part of me

While the other parts lose

I have to be all of me

That’s Gods spiritual call of me

I won’t be forlorn

For I stand up to the scorn and refuse to be torn

Between the colors that make the real me

Like the ocean with more than one shore

There’s no need to be anything less or more

Than the inside and out

Colorful one who stands out

With the beautiful face

Of more than one race

Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin © 2011

A Two-sided Song

It’s been five years

He’s been there
to lose him?
Like so many have lost theirs?
Don’t know what I’d do.
Son, come home
….
Oh Lord, let it be
That my son
Come home to his family
….
I pray, oh Lord, for the others
And the pain they feel
I pray for the mentally and physically wounded
That you Lord, light their darkness that is so real
Five years too long, I pray this war end
For it’s getting hard to remember what we defend
Yet, to every Soldier and Veteran,
A thank you I send
To Vietnam, I dare not compare
I just Pray, oh Lord, that we don’t have
Another sixteen years of what they had there
Myself, like many, will never forget
The fight, the struggle of every Vet
We are grateful to those, both lost and survived
I pray they have strength for every burden derived
Now our hearts are somber
For so many lives taken
Oh Lord, how can we not feel forsaken?
Bring them home
Son, come home
– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin
Copyright © 2008

Serenity

Carry me away
On the spirit of the wind
I wanna get to the place I call serenity
When I get there I can forget
Anything that I regret
In serenity I’ll no longer shed sad tears
And I’ll be rid of all my fears
Serenity is where the rain
Can wash away pain
In every raindrop there is a power
It’s a soul cleansing shower
I’ll leave all my troubles behind
And in serenity I will find
Tranquility and peace of mind.
 
– Sheryl K Platzer-Sartin

          Copyright © 2008 

Purpose

Though I’m sure of where I stand
I’m not sure of where I’m going
What I do know is
No matter how far I go
through out my journey I’ll encounter
A  high mountain or steep hill
No matter how hard either is to climb
No matter what I will.
For I know that on the other side
Stands a purpose I must fulfill
– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin / i-freebird
© 2008 

Chronic Illness

Red blood, blood red
I want the chronic illness inside me dead

It came upon me so unexpected
It’s cause unknown
Of  the possibilities, none rejected

Much a humbled life I’ve lived
Not much left to gain
I just wish for one day without pain

The fatigue and weakness of which I am bound
Is like a lost battle
A crying out without sound

Every night I pray and then I weep
For I lay to restless sleep

Though every day there is a cloud above
I live for the moment, the laughter, the love
For I know not how close I come 
To Heaven above

      Copyright © 2008  – Sheryl K Platzer-Sartin

She Is

She is like a reel
Forever un-winding
Powerful prose
To the one she hopes she’ll soon be finding
The one who’s like a book without a binding
The one who truly see’s her colorful spirit
And doesn’t find it blinding…

Only a fool would dare deceive or miss-rule
She
Who has been bestowed onto thee
As a powerful creative tool

– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin
   Copyright © 2008 

Convicted

You say love is against your law
And to friendship I am restricted
Well there’s somethin’ I wanna confess to
I feel more than friendship for you
So if lovin’ you is a crime
Then I’m ready to be convicted
Put away on all counts of you
Is where I wanna be
So baby guilty is what I wanna plea
Then you can lock me up
But baby hold on to the key
’cause wasted time is somethin’
This love aint gonna be

You see

By the time my sentence is through
You’ll feel all my love for you 

 When you feel how it’s so right
very strong and true
You’ll have a change of heart and mind
And this law of yours
You’ll no longer stand behind
’cause you’ll feel the same way for me too.

– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin Copyright ©2008 

Writers Block

 

My blood runs colder
With every written word
For my creativity is somehow stifled
And the voice in my writing
Goes for now un heard
I get a real strong chill
When my soulful creativity
I cannot fulfill
My soulful creativity is like a contract to which I am bound
But now I find myself stifled
By those I am around
And food for soulful expression
Is getting harder to be found
Thus, my soul is not truly free
And its my soul that makes up almost all of me
This life really takes toll
When my soul doesn’t feel whole
I Just gotta keep this writers block
From weakening my souls clock

– Sheryl K Platzer-Sartin Copyright © 2008 

 

Misunderstood

I’ve made no promises in my life
’cause I’ve been given no guarantees
There’s barely any emotion in my life
Just a few devotions and used to be’s
It seems things are goin’ no where
So I’m feeling kind of lost
I’ve no one to run to
And my happiness its cost
I need a way to make amends
So once again I can smile
I’m just a cold and lonely me
With a misunderstood style
If it took a license to live happy
Then mine would be expired
’cause all I feel is tired
Tired of being misunderstood
How many times must I speak out
Only to go unheard?
How much longer must I feel 
It’s useless to utter a word?
How many more will look at me
And my face be all they see?
How many more will look deeper 
Sayin’ they wanna go through life 
 Lovin’ everything about me
Only to leave me standin’ here
Watchin’ them go on without me?
How many more will say
In me they believe
When in fact they really doubt me?
Do what I have to do
In order to see things through…
Normally I would
But too many times I’ve had to
And now I’m just too tired
Tired of being misunderstood.

Copyright  ©2008  – Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

Real Love

I lost me today
Don’t know where I went or if away is where I’ll stay

He took me from me
Broke me down then chased me away
Now my weaknesses are in my place
And it feels as if here they’ll stay

I’ve fallen prey to his every whim

Did I give me to him?
I’ve stuck with him thick or thin I’ve grown wise
I haven’t really lost me I’ve just learned to compromise

Did he too feel grim? As if he lost him
When he fell prey to my every whim?
I haven’t lost me I should have known
That together he and I have grown

Real love is like a roller coaster ride
With ups and downs from which you can’t hide
I am still me with more feeling inside

                       Copyright ©2008  Sheryl K Platzer-Sartin

A Piece of Peace

A Piece Of  Peace
 
Our Heavenly Father
Has bestowed onto me
A peace that I want others to see
When in need of finding their own
For if we have no peace within
There will be no lasting peace
In this world we live in
And its high time true peace begin
For this world is getting colder
And it’s foundation’s wearing thin
 
Copyright ©2008 – Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin
  

Strength Within

Sparrow
We both know where to seek shelter
When cold winds blow
But this time
I’m much too tired to go

Sparrow
I know you know
What its like to be
Trapped in a place where you don’t wanna be
Down to your last feather
Trying to be free

Sparrow
We’re alike instinctively
Compared to others
We are quite distinguished
And we must never let ourselves be relinquished

Sparrow
I lay bare before thee
So you can clearly see
They’ve taken my last feather away from me

Sparrow Inner spirit of me
I am tired and cold
And I need you to rescue me
For right now
There’s only one place I feel I want to be
It’s where the wind is all I hear
And the sky is all I see
Sparrow my inner spirit
Rescue me

 – Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin / i-freebird

Copyright © 2008

Desire

When I look into your eyes
I can feel my spirit rise
There’s something about you
That’s like magic to me
Now I always crave
The erotic things you do to me

There’s not a night I don’t dream
Of us together in ecstasy
It’s so hard to ignore
This strong affinity
All yours is what I want to be

Look inside my heart
In it you’ll surely see
The desire for you
That burns within me
It’s like a caged bird
Waiting to be free
I hate to think you and I could never be

Take me in your arms
Set this desire free
And I’ll live up to the words
That you first said to me
The words…
“I’ll be good to you,” “if you’ll be good to me”

Copyright © 2008 Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

Feelings Love and Friendship

I’m standin’ on the outside
And today’s a very windy day
‘Cause people’s phoniness and insincerities
Are really blowing me away
I really don’t know why
It’s with me they wanna pretend
‘Cause I know I never told them
That they have to be my friend
Now I’m sittin’ alone thinkin’
About their phoniness revealed today
And of how its time I tell them all
that My life is no play

My feelings are always true
‘Cause for me life’s too dear
And now I gotta make it clear
That I don’t wanna be bothered
By anyone phony or insincere

Workin’ hard night and day
To fulfill my dreams and let them pay
When from behind me calls a voice
A voice that I hear say
“go for what you know,”
“I’m behind you all the way!”
Inspiring words are always good to hear
But it makes me mad and kinda hurts
When I find out they’re insincere
And the real reason they’re behind me
Is ’cause its my name they wanna smear

Its phony people that make
Makin’ friends somethin’ to fear
‘Cause you know its in the wrong direction
They wanna make you steer

I’d rather my life
Come to a very lonely end
Than deal with all the antics
Of a phony or so-called friend

Feelings love and friendship
Thou shall not Pretend
‘Cause if they do
It’ll only haunt them in the end

Copyright ©2008 Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin 

Spirit Spelled Out

The letters in this word spirit
I’ll use to tell the story
Of me and my un bound spiritual glory…

There are words I say that rhyme with S
They are ‘yes to the one I bless’
The one who’s not afraid
To see and let be
The beauty of what’s inside me
A blessing that one will surely receive
if in The All mighty they truly believe
Saying yes to the one I bless
Is my way of showing a gratefulness
Forever after with happiness

This P stands for the peace I have within me
A peace that I want others to see
When In need of finding their own
For if we have no peace within
There will be no lasting peace In this crazy world we live in
And its high time this peace begin

The I Stands for me
A strong proud symbol of my dignity
Though there is only one color to my face
This I is the pride of more than one race
And this is why I am full of Grace
This I Will always be
Strong, proud, and free

There was a time when I was near the end of my rope
With so many troubles I’d almost given up hope
My inner light was growing dim
So my outlook on life was really grim
When all alone in my darkest hour
Love’s light shined on me with all its power
I saw a ray of hope within this light
And knew everything would be all right
My dying spirit love did revive
The light gave me the strength and will to survive
Yes to darkness I was being driven
So along with the light’s love I was being given
I found a faith for which I took a leap
Then learned my spirit was still mine to keep
Along with all my reasons for livin’
So this R stands for REVIVAL
To celebrate the light and the love
That gave me the faith, strength, and will for survival

The second I
Stands for the gift of insight that I’ve been given
To make this life more easy livin’
It tells me who I can and cannot trust
For dealing only with the all true is a must
This I tells me of any bridges that I must burn
And shows me the right directions in which to turn
If ever surrounded by darkness
There’s one thing I know
With this gift and the others
Towards the light I’ll surely go

This T Stands for the gift of Three
A gift of hope Born of me
To this world that’s full of tragedy
That’s brought about by
The prejudice and hatred that be
This gift of three Born of me
Because of the love I have within
And because it’s time a change begin
This gift of three So innocent and pure of heart
They are three chances at keeping this world
From falling apart
Many a challenge I must endure
In order to teach them well
And keep their hearts pure
Because our children are the cure
For this world that is stricken by the madness
Of prejudice, hate, and too much sadness
We can teach our children from our mistakes
And make this world a better place
For all our sakes
Especially the children’s
It is our children we must not condemn
For this worlds future Belongs to them

Copyright © 2007 Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

Soul Mates

Soul Mates

You’re always in my heart and mind
For our souls are intertwined 

Silver and gold
Will be the paths that together we unfold
To have and to hold
Our love will never grow old

In this wonderous state
The two of us patiently wait
For the other to find the key
To what we’ll know as our destiny
For we are soul mates eternally

     Copyright © 2007 Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

Guardian Angel’s Goodbye

I just came to say
That I got my wings today
Won’t be long before I’m gone to stay
In the place where I’ve earned my way

I’ll walk with you one more day
To be sure on your own you’ll do ok
I’ll stay with you one more night
To be sure on your own you feel all right

Remember me in your heart
And remember me in your mind
So when the rest of this world seems so unkind
Consolation you will always find
And you won’t ever feel that you’ve been left behind

Know that I don’t feel sad
I’m only very glad
That in you I did invest

And because of you I can finally fly
To the peace beyond the sky
So you don’t have to cry
When I say goodbye
  Copyright © 2006   Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin / i-freebird ®

Journey

In my mind’s eye
I picture an uphill climb
Some downhill slides

A journey over a long winding bumpy road
With a mountain or two to climb

A Journey with barriers to break through
Old bridges to burn
And new bridges to build

A long journey
A journey with grace as my guide my teacher
My journey creating a new road 
A road on which I must leave my mark 
By carefully laying the tracks of my footsteps
Should my children choose to follow

   Copyright © 2008 Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

Her Song

There were those who listened for the beating of her heart
And found it was hard to hear it
Some said she was cold and empty
This didn’t bother her though
For if they knew and used the right touch they’d know
That through her heart something warm does flow
Her esoteric and powerful loving spirit

There were those who listened for the soul in her song
Some judged it soul-less but she still stayed strong
For with her power she knew
This came only from the lost who
Always listened heard and understood wrong
 
copyright © 2009 Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

Someone Murdered My Son on the Seventeenth Day

Someone murdered my Son on the 17th day

With plotting and planning he took his life

In a most vicious way

 

What’s going wrong out there today?

Sirens are sounding from every which way

What’s really going on out there today?

Now who’s world’s being turned upside down with dismay?

The church bells toll much louder now

In a more meaningful way

 

“Another life’s been taken today”

Is all the news starts out to say

The wrong judges are making judgments

On the wrong judgment day

 

If I said things didn’t affect me any different I would be lying

The birds’ songs often sound like crying

And this world’s madness has become more trying

 

Someone murdered my Son in September, on the 17th day

At least that’s when they found him

And pronounced him passed away

The premonition I dreamt of the awful day

Seems as though it is with me to stay

Because of this, to his murderer I say

The time is well past for you to pay

No, not revenge

Just the real judge judging you on your judgment day

Not a finger will I lift

This is more like a reckoning gift

With each word that I now write

You will never sleep good another night

For the darkness, like you made it his

Will forever be your plight

And somehow I have the feeling to say

My son’s isn’t the only life you’ve taken away

For this your demons will haunt you night and day

Every time you close your eyes

A pain and fear will cut deep

Dead or alive you’ll sew what you reaped

 

My heart and soul does scream holler and cry

To what replays over and again in my mind’s eye

And wakes me at night, in a cold sweat I shout out

Of the premonition I dreamt and could do nothing about

Someone murdered my son on the 17th day

All I can do is sit and wonder why

While I wish him away

 

To every Parent of murdered children or child I mean what I say

May God Bless you and keep you

Come what may

– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

     © Copyright 2008

Aumikko Kaliel Morgan May 11, 1988 – Infinity
  
There were many miles between us
That never did keep us apart
For you and I were always close together at heart
In spirit we were bonded by our worded art
Even now you are not far away
For you are the stars at night
And in the brightest light of day
 
No matter what some may say
No one, no thing stands in the way of our Love
Especially now that you are with
The Mighty Lord above
 
Aumikko
You called me your Angel
And I called you mine
Well now we are only strengthened
Through our Lord Devine
And all the hearts you touched on earth
Now upon them you can shine
 
Forever Love,
Your Mother / Your Angel
Copyright © 2008

Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

Circumstance

Since Circumstance has taken you far from me
This heart would go any distance to be with you
This is because you were meant for me
Loves wings are made of the kind of feather
That can withstand the winds of any weather
Because of all true love
Loves wings have I
To soar me across this great big sky
Until again it brings together you and I
Since circumstance has taken you far from me
My soul would make any kind of journey
This is because I was meant for you
Because your love feels so right for me
My heart is like a ship at sea
Sailing on a wind with high velocity
To your love
For it is the harbor
At which this heart is supposed to be
Because of how much to me your love is worth
To be with you I would journey this entire earth
Since circumstance has taken you far from me
This heart would go any distance to be with you
This is because we were meant to be
Because I am filled with all this emotion
Like the albatross I would cross an entire ocean
To bring you this all true love devotion
Thinking back on the moments of you and I
I try not to but I have to cry
I cry a river now because I miss then
And may this river flow to a special place
Where we will be bound to meet again
Since circumstance has taken you far from me
My soul would make any kind of journey for you
This is because of my true love for thee
I’d even cross the great divide
To once again be by your side
Yes North South East or West
Until I’m back in your arms
My heart and soul won’t rest
– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin ©2008

Change

Basking in the sun that’s shining into my porch 

 

Listening to the songbirds who have returned from their winter places

 

It’s like Heavenly Angelic song to my ears

 

Watching as the melting of the snow continues

 

With every drop glistening in the sun

 

 A once rigid winter now slowly, softly melts away.

 

Like I do

 

A small piece of me with every day

 

Slowly melting away

 

I was once strong too

 

Goodbye winter Hello Spring 

 

I welcome the change of seasons

 

With a wind of change that this time caresses me as I welcome it too

 

Change

 

This Change 

 

I must accept it

And I do

– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

© Copyright 2009

Restless Dream

I’m in the middle of nowhere

Trying to get to where I want to go

The roads are long and like a maze

The air and sky a haze


I feel like I’m going nowhere fast


I’m in the middle of nowhere

Trying to get to where I want to go

No one, nothing around

I call out

My voice

Its echo the only sound

My echo is haunting

Seemingly taunting “I told you so”

Whatever it is I don’t want to know

I’m in the middle of nowhere

Trying to get to where I want to go

Am I going nowhere fast?

How much time do I have?

How long will this last?


I’m in the middle of nowhere

With something I can’t get past

 – Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin 

© 2009

Vital

I am so vital
I have less
I am humbled

 I am so vital 
Believe it or not I am there with you always

In your heart soul 
And  in your mind
 
I am so vital
To me
life’s meaning’s a recital

     I am so vital
      Repetition
        Like the beating of the heart
I am so vital
Like Heavenly light
I glow
 My vitality through you will flow

I am so vital
 So humbled
When I listen I really hear
 I really see through mine eyes
Endear
My understanding and empathy’s clear
I am so vital
For you I am here

– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

 © Copyright 2009

Counting Feathers

Keep your eye on the sky
Why?
The sea-gull, the eagle, the hawk
You hear their squawk
I hear their cry
I keep my eye on the sky
The sparrow, the pigeon, the finch, the dove
They too are humble and filled with peace from above
They all come around but don’t stay for long
They leave behind a sign
A feather
A song
Keep your eye on the sky
Why?
I’m counting feathers
And I want to fly
Ever hear the song the white dove sings?
A calm and a comfort is what its song brings
I’m counting feathers to build an Angels wings
I keep my eye on the sky
I see the clouds dancing not just drifting by
They dance with the wind
Symbolizing the how, when, and why
I’m counting feathers for when I die

The whispers of wind
The cloud dresses the sky
i-freebird and I want to fly

That’s why

I’m counting feathers
From every bird that sings
I’m counting feathers
For when I’ve earned my wings

– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin
i-freebird
© Copyright 2009

Glimmer of Light

A Glimmer of light

On wall a Shimmer

A Glimmer of light

Simmering candle of night

Guide through restless plight

All is well

Glimmer of light

Through Earth’s hell

Glimmer of light bright with God’s Love

Always reminding us what we’re made of

Angels guiding when push comes to shove

Glimmer of light shining bright

Is just like manifold insight

Into wrong and to right

Glimmer of light

The soul’s song

A Heavenly Angel

Strength against wrong

A Glimmer of light

Like a colorful spirit

Word in a song

Only blessed hear it

Glimmer of light to deserve

Path to purpose to serve

A Glimmer of light

On Shoulder a shimmer

– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

© 2012

Beside Myself

I know it sounds sort of crazy to say
Everything was going its usual way
Until I saw me beside myself today

Couldn’t have been double vision
Seems more like my spirit of me was trying to make a decision
Maybe I did or did not follow some guideline or provision

Some step I should or should not have taken
Maybe a sign of my having many times been forsaken
I am not for sure but either way
 

My spirit tried to leave or tell me something it had to say
All I know is I saw me beside myself today
I always trust my instinct and look to my heart and spirit  for a new start
 For the  heart spirit of me creates my atmosphere, mood and art

I gave my heart and soul to the Lord and the one I love
So I’m not taking care of me is the only answer I can think of

I saw me beside myself today
Its time to get in touch with my inner spirit in a big way

           – Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin / i-freebird © 2010

With the Light I Am Still

I have seen the light

 

I have seen light at the end of this tunnel

 

A very long tunnel

 

I am still

In The Light 

I am

 

I am grateful to God for everyday

I am counting feathers

At the other end of this long tunnel

I will spread my wings and fly

 

Though darkness tries to overcome 

I am still

 

I am still in the light

 

I am

 

In the light I am still

I will keep moving on

I will fly

For God is the light I am

 

I will make my flight

No matter what my plight

 

– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin ©2010

The Wind

 

The winds are always changing, gentle or strong
Time changes with the wind
Moments grow more precious 
In my every dance with wind and time
Let them judge me
Let their misinterpretations keep them at bay
I know where I am going
I will remember they shunned me and turned their heads away
I will remember and forgive them anyway

The winds are always changing, gentle or strong
Time changes with the wind
Moments grow more precious 
In my every dance with wind and time

I hang no more onto broken arrows

This valley is long and dark
What ails me makes me weary
I am still inside myself
The winds outside me make me strong
Sadness and memories in my song
Only Heavenly Angels listen and sing along

I have become humbled
I choose to walk in a humble way
God’s will be that as it may

One child lost, another turns away
I hang no more onto broken arrows
The winds are always changing, gentle or strong
Time changes with the wind
Moments grow more precious 
In my every dance with wind and time
Instinctively I face the wind
One day I will be one with the earth and sky
The light
The sun
The sky
The rivers flowing
The wind
Will mirror me
I’ll spread my wings and fly
The winds are always changing, gentle or strong
Time changes with the wind
Moments grow more precious 
In my every dance with wind and time
Instinctively I face the wind
Let it carry me away

– Sheryl Platzer-Sartin
© 2010

 

Roads

Everything, everyone has a history
Roads get traveled
Bridges get crossed and some bridges burned
There’s always a road that leads back to somewhere
Many new bridges built and lessons learned

The winding roads I have traveled

New ground only spiritual truths found

Between closed doors and open doors I’ve been torn
Many a path I have worn
Forsaken feelings become gray clouds crying out loud
I tire of my ways
So many trying days

Spiritual belief and higher power relief
Tends my grief
I did not ask to be ill
I am inside myself and still
Hang on to strength and will
Upon me Heavenly Angels and Mercy spill

Everything, everyone has a history
Roads get traveled
Bridges get crossed and some bridges burned
There’s always a road that leads back to somewhere
Many new bridges built and lessons learned

The winding roads I have traveled

New ground only spiritual truths found

New roads paved my footsteps pound
Only God hears my footsteps sound
Angels all around
One door closed
At the open door I’m found
To be somebody’s Angel
I am bound

Everything, everyone has a history
Roads get traveled
Bridges get crossed and some bridges burned
There’s always a road that leads back to somewhere
Many new bridges built and lessons learned

The winding roads I have traveled

New ground only spiritual truths found

I am counting feathers
The Heavenly Angel I mirror
My fate no longer furor

– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin © 2010

Life’s Messages

  • You hurry through life

Believing that’s how everything goes

While you miss something more important

Sitting right under your nose

You worry what everyone thinks of you

Of what you have  and how much it grows

But you’re so busy trying to impress

That the real you never shows

Then one day something happens

A most critical event

That makes you stop and wonder

Where the time and real meaning went

In the presence of the unknown

You think your whole life has been blown

Its time to sit back and learn the lesson

Out of the event your being shown

– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

© 2011

Rocking Chair

This world has caused me pain

So from it I refrain

And for now I will remain

Right here in my favorite rocking chair within my humble domain

 

This window is the perfect spot

For me in this rocking chair which is all I’ve got

To keep me in touch with my inner peace

Which is something at times this world does not

Seems lately I’ve been sitting here rocking quite a lot

 

I like to watch the rain

And listen to the sound of it as it hits the window pane

If the rhythm is nice and smooth

Then my soul it’ll surely soothe

While I’m sitting here

I pray for all who I hold dear

And think of ways to face this world

And All the things I fear

 

– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

© 2011

Sometimes I see

Sometimes I see you
Sometimes I see me
Sometimes I see we

In what is destine to be
Sometimes I see through

The words that you make do
Though I don’t want to
I see the opposite of what you say is true
Then sometimes I see you

And all the good that you can do

For you, for me, and everyone else too
I don’t even try to

But when I look at you I see through

You and anyone else who doesn’t reason with what’s true.

Sometimes I see sometimes I see

Sometimes I see me

I see the soul mates we are meant to be

Yeah sometimes I see through

Sometimes I see lies

So I look deeper for what’s true

And that’s when I see

Yeah, that’s when I see you

Inside and out you’re the one who

Is meant to face my destiny with me
Good and bad baby

Soul mates we will be

What am I to do
Sitting here staring at a picture of you
Wondering when the time will come to be 

That you’re sitting here holding me, oh baby
sometimes, yeah,

Sometimes I see

My world without you because

We both wanted to be free

And oh the picture is not so pretty

Sometimes I see how we both wish things would be

Sometimes I see

Sometimes I…

See

i-freebird – Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

© 2010

Blessed Wisdom

I am Blessed with the wisdom of the deeper meaning to life
It’s not about have and have not
Its not about the get to or not get to
Its all about the tried and true
Time won’t wait for me
Time waits for no one
And it won’t wait for you
Stand and be tested
Count only the good in which you have vested
And the wisdom of life will be vested in you
– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin
Copyright 2010

To Be

My mind, my spirit
My blood, my sweat, my tears
Versus My body and all it’s pain
Versus Systemic auto immune disease, Sarcoidosis
Versus neuropathy, weakness, versus unknown, versus so many symptoms
versus giving up…
To Be is
To tell about it is
To face it, is to cry, is to find peace of mind
To talk about it is
To  hear and find strength in my voice, in my spirit, is to endure, is to continue on my painful journey
To talk about it is
To continue to love, is to seek understanding, is to have growing compassion for others and their sufferings, and hardships
To write about it is
To  dare, is to look in the face of a serious stage disease
To write about it is
To grow braver and bolder
To read about it is
To continue to find strength to overcome even
When my hand, my eyes, my feet, my limbs, my spine, my bones, and my organs struggle
To think about it
is to meditate, is to pray, is to count my blessings, is to cherish life and it’s every moment
To be grateful for every new day
To push myself is
To fight off the darkness, to seek and find the light and to then find my way
To pray about it is
To recognize God’s Grace
To know God’s Glory
To talk about it, to write about it, to pray about it is
To tell my story
I scream out loud
I cry
I wonder why I…
I am inside out, i am still, i remain i
i-freebird and in humbled mind and spirit
i fly
– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin
Copyright 2010

Mend My Heart Asunder

Mend My Heart Asunder
Want some wind rain and rollin’ thunder
To help me mend this heart asunder
I’m callin’  rollin’ thunder wind and rain
To come and ease this soul in painYes I benefit from this kind of storm
For it delivers me from hardships of any form
Now I need this storm to get me through
The time I spend gettin’ over you

The thunder will act as my roar
Rollin’ from my inner core
With the power to restore
My heart to how it was before
The heavy wind will act as the rebirth
Of the love in me and all it’s worth
The pourin’ rain will make subside
The strong feelings of pain
That I could not hide
Yes the rain will wash away thoughts of you
And all memories of the changes you put me through

I feel my whole body gettin’ warm
For I see the coming of the storm
I feel the thunder Rollin through me
And all the power It’s givin’ to me
With the strong wind that now blows
Again the blood of my love flows
Now that the rain’s pourin’ from the sky
Never again will I wanna cry
For bad memories of you Have been erased
And the tracks of my tears cried
Cannot be traced

And when this storm is over and done
I’ll look up to see a rising sun
Symbolizing the resurrection of me
And that without you
Brighter days I’ll see

– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

Copyright © 2008, 2010

Count Your Blessings

My Daily grind … work, bills, medical bills, never enough money,  cost of perscriptions, and I’m still trying to achieve my goals.
I’m back in school to finish and further my criminal Justice degree.
It gets so hard some days, but I won’t give up, even if this is another sarcoidosis flare up in lungs and lymph nodes.
Gonna fight it as long as I can to try and stay down and get off the necessary evil, prednisone. Pray I can and that it won’t kill me.
Fighting off the fatigue and depression w/o more meds though and doing a good job of it.
I have the Lord & a lot of Guardian Angels, Mikko is one.
 
All the while I realize, there’s others with worse situations/problems than me.
 
Count your Blessings everyone.