The Parakeet's Nest

My Writings........

These are some of my "writings" or whatever one may call them.......they are simply my feelings put down on paper, and transferred here. If you like them.....I'm honored. If you don't understand them or don't like them........their purpose was and is for me. So, it really doesn't matter. If you do read them, they are a peek inside of me........of who I am and what has made me. I hope there is one that you will enjoy.

be blessed.........haney

~ The Animal Inside ~

In Times Like These........

“In Times Like These”

It’s in times like these,
The “Storms of Life”;
That I find myself, as helpless as a new born babe.
My mind completely aware of all that impels it; Yes totally lost of what to do about each or see them clearly.
Each one starts out perfectly clear with their introduction; then starts moving backwards into a think, dense fog.
To remain seen this way.
The harder I try and see them clearly, the thicker the fog gets.
After trying repeatedly to see with unclouded eyes. Trying my best to find them in the hollows of my mind. The more and more I get lost, to the point of being lost in the mysterious fog.

Cold, alone and utterly scared to death; I revert to the small golden haired child of my youth. Looking to my left; and then to my right; there is no one, nor anything that looks familiar to me.
Cold, scared and crying, silently as the tears start to run down my cheek;
I remember; “Look up”! To which to my surprise I see a very faint dim light!
I keep telling myself; as I stand lost, cold and crying; “keep looking up”!
I take a few steps forward, scared, and blindly into the black abyss.
As I do……..keeping my eyes fixed on that small dim fleeting light; it gets just a pale shade of brighter.
So, with each step forward, fumbling blindly into the unknown; The light keeps getting brighter and brighter.
With each step, understanding does not come; but light! Radiant light begins to shine upon my face.
My eyes start to un cloud and seeing clearer, once again. My soul starts to awaken from the dark crevasse it has hid in. The light is like unto a magnet that draws every fiber of my being to it!
My tears stop flowing. They are replaced by a smile that is radiant and glowing.
At that moment; I realize, that I had not been alone at all. I merely did not look in the right direction;

I Times Like These.

pertreece haney
9/17/07

The Years.......

"The Years"

The years have not been kind to me.

They have turned and twisted me, until I am unrecognizable to everyone, but, especially to me.

I glance at myself, in a mirror, while passing by and must go back for a second look. For who I expected to see, was not there at all.

For I knew not the face, of this stranger that I had caught at a glance.

Worried, weathered and troubled looking creature she was.......but as I come to the only conclusion left.........that it was myself,

I expected to feel my heart ache, only to realize there was no feeling there.

For my heart, that once was full, voluptuous, loving, innocent and strong.........

....has been left,..................left in ruin...........in a pile of shard and broken glass.

Some of the pieces are broken so minute, so small,...........and so thin, that with even the lightest of breeze, they break into.

They are as thin and fragile as a butterfly's wing's......

..and held just as much importance and beauty.

My heart was not broken all at once, but through "the Years" it has been chipped at, smashed, cracked, even broken a time or two, .......but my soul found the strength to re-generate and breathe life into it.

Now................

..now, it lays, shattered about the crevice that once held it.

Some pieces, missing, never to be found. They were thrown through the air from the mighty final, enduring blow.

This time, my Soul is not as it once was..........through the Years, lil' by lil', it as well has been shelled out. It does not hold the strength it once did.

It cannot rebuild this time.

For it has been stripped of all hope, joy, good will and innocence.

There is nothing left.

Nothing but a hollowed out abyss.

Barren, dark, silent, and cold it is.

It is my refuge, though it be undesirable and melancholy, it is all I have.

For it is better than the alternative………….the ghosts and demons of my past.

That will haunt my mind forever and a day.

haney
12/30/06

My Friend.....

My Friend

Come to me………..my Friend.
They say you are the bringer of bad omens………
but, I cannot tell.
For you do lovingly talk to me with the sweet of voice…….others say it is from hell.
Not so, my precious Friend.
I think it. to be hard for others to tell.
For if one’s soul is not free……..
How can it be that they understand something they know nothing of?

Yours is s soul that is free…….
You fly with grace through the heavens above.
So….come, come to me, my friend of ebony.
And let my fly, free, with thee, high above.

haney101
february 21, 2009