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Sunshine on Her Face

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Dear Love, with the sunshine on her face
I wish you much healing and grace
From those men who dared to
trespass your space
For they now know that their fate
can and will be erased
There is no room for the unwanted
There is no room for the taunting behaviors of a love misguided
There is no room for the soul that is simply just flaunting or undecided

Dear Love, with the sunshine on her face
I wish you much healing and grace
From those men who simply just don’t understand
That life is not made of only quick sand
That life is not made of only fires and storms
That life is not made of only pain and swarms
Life is created daily as the sun rises
Life is created daily as the water flows
Life is created daily as the leaf unfolds
Life is created in the love we hold

Dear Love, with the sunshine on her face
I wish you much healing and grace
From these men who simply don’t get it

They would know from where you sit
The life and love you hold within
Is where their life would only begin

Lindsey K Payne
1.8.2021

You Must Feel It Too

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I crave you

This person I do not even know

This person who will still

Show me love like no other

And cause no pain like the others

I crave you

This being that fulfills my dreams

This being that makes me question

Why I ever waited on someone else

I crave you

Like the sun

Like the water

Like the air

All the things I need to live

I crave you

My equal

My love

My partner

You must feel it too

So, where are you?

12.3.2017

Blue Rain and Midnight Skies

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Storm coming, 2018

Blue Rain and Midnight Skies

Two things that make my soul cry

Two things that have me try

Try to live my life

the best way I can

Regardless of the “need” of a man

Blue rain and midnight skies

Two things that make my soul cry

Can’t seem to let everything go

Can’t seem to get into the flow

Spinning, spinning, spinning

this life, this life is getting dizzy

Blue rain and midnight skies

Two things that make my soul cry

My pride is going in and out

My love is something I have to figure out

My past is hurting my present

My heart is full of resentment

Blue rain and midnight skies

Two things that make my soul cry

Two things that have me try

Try to simply live out my life

[4/7/2006]

Great Expectations

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ex·​pec·​ta·​tion:

1. A strong belief that something will happen or be the case.

2. A belief that someone will or should achieve something.

Oxford Dictionary

We often have expectations for all things in life… whether it’s our expectation of self or with others in mind. We all have set standards for things. Work, friendships, relationships, projects, errands, etc. It’s natural. We have all learned at some point to adjust our expectations…but is that a good thing or bad? What happens when we do not meet our expectations? Are these the same as our needs? If we can not meet our own expectations how do we hold others accountable? Do we treat them differently?

Are You In or Are You Out?

I thought I should lower my expectations

but what purpose would that serve?

I deserve everything and more

I deserve the fight

I deserve the right

I deserve the truth

So my expectations stay the same,

Dare they even rise

Are you in or are you out?

[2.18.2019]

To Forgive All, To Regret Nothing…A Heart’s Desire.

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“There is no remedy for love but to love more.”

Henry David Thoreau

Heart Wants Love

I’ve continued to ask this question,

“What do I want?”

It seems like such a broad question

with so many answers,

But I feel conflicted with them all

and I try to go with my heart.

My heart’s content means so much to me,

As it’s what keeps me alive,

beating in and out.

And so I ask my heart,

“Dear heart of mine,

What do you want?”

And my heart answers,

“To be completely healed from all previous pains,

To be loved like nothing else,

To be happy with the smallest, simplest

things in the world,

To have a man look at me with so much passion

it makes me skip a beat and sing,

To love hard and slow, great loves should

not be rushed,

To love with all of me

and hold full confidence in self,

To be content even if

it’s just I beating,

To forgive all, to regret nothing,

To live and breathe each day,

To have strength and wisdom

beyond my many years,

To love, to love, to love…”

And my heart continues to sing

Though it still feels pain,

Though it still chases a love so far away,

Though it’s strength seems to be dwindling,

So many wants in this world,

And my little heart of mine

just wants what it truly needs,

And therefore,

My lovely heart will continue to fight,

to fight in what it believes in and what it wants…

Mind, body, soul…my heart loves.

[2/14/2010]

My Only Agenda ♡

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My Agenda

I’m after one thing

Your heart

I’m not one for money and cars

All the materialistic things

In this life

I’m in it for you

Your dreams

Your goals

Your pride

Your strength

Your fears

Your tears

Your smiles

Your everything

Your mental, physical, emotional

This is my agenda

To win your heart

To make love

To have love

To be in love

Not one for flings

Because I’m tired of wasting energy

On the non-lasting

I want the truth

I want the real

I want the life

And I want it with you

This is my agenda

You don’t have to worry

About wandering eyes

And a deceptive heart

Because if you want it

I’ll give it all to you

I’ll be all for you

This is my agenda

I just want your heart

-Lindsey K Payne [12.12.2009]

When All That’s Left Is A Smile

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“It’s not enough to cry at times. Some times the pain is just too deep.”

Lindsey K Payne

Today I’m am reading through my poetry journals (I have nine by the way). Trying to figure out which pieces to use for my books. I have a few different ideas for my books. I have thought about different themed books or to do them chronologically. I know I won’t publish all of my poems. Not that I don’t like them all, just want the best ones for the world to see.

For those who have published poems before, what helped you decide on your content? Did you start off small or go all out for your first book?

Off to put some ideas together. I will leave you with a oldie…

And Death Becomes Her

And death becomes her

When all that’s left is a smile

Because it doesn’t matter

What happened or will happen

Death will always follow

And time will soon cease

But happiness still comes

From a place near her heart

That’s what keeps her smiling and laughing

Regardless if what death holds

Heaven,

Be it God’s or unknown,

Heaven is on the horizon

For a dream untold and that’s when

Death becomes her

When smiles are all tears

Happiness is all fears

And now there’s no reason to be, but she

And she will conquer and seek all dreams seen

All dreams heard

Even when death becomes her…me

In the city of Jazz…

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I’m going home today, my home is just around the pier, and I won’t say goodbye…New Orleans is my name.

Teena Marie, Resilient

I’ve been on vacation in New Orleans the last few days. While it’s been enjoyable and relaxing, my time to really think on things has been off. My morning routine has changed and productivity of course has been difficult in some ways. I have enjoyed my walks through the city, even visited Armstrong Park and Congo Square today. Looking for some inspiration to write today.

To be in a city so full of history and culture, it’s hard to see everything and put everything into full perspective. There is so much to learn about. I think it’s amazing how music drives this city. Never seen anything like it. I look forward to coming back one day and exploring more.

Hoping the vibes I feel from New Orleans stay with me and can inspire me to write more. All I’ve had is Teena Marie’s “Resilient” song stuck in my head. The beautiful song she created after Hurricane Katrina.

I hope to create something tomorrow, and will post. Just needed to get this out for now. Still finding the structure I want to do for this blog.

Tonight, I pose the question: What inspires you to create?

I hope you all have a great night and thanks for reading.

Peace and Love,

Lindsey 😁

The Words That Heal

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Good evening! As promised, I have a couple of my poems to share. Some also are featured with my photography. You can see these and more on my Instagram page @Naturaluphoto.

“Lonely @ Top” was the first poem I entered into a poem contest/form. Oddly enough, I still feel this way at times 18 years later!

Lonely @ Top (12/19/2000)

Lonely @ top I am

Feeling like no one knows me

The real, lonely me

The deep, passionate me

Lonely @ top is no other

Everyone sees me tough skin,

My crazy being

But do they see the sadness, sorrow…

The other me?

The me that’s

Lonely @ top

That no one see’s

The one that cries at night

The one whose an outsider

None other than me

The one that shows no fear

Yet, my fear is none other

Than fear it self

Lonely @ top I am

Do you see me here?

I wrote “Best adventure” one morning just from the inspiration of this photo.

Best Adventure (2/24/2018)

Dive off your canyons and roam your valleys

I just want to explore all of you

The ins, the outs

The hidden, the seen

And everything in between

So when someone asks me

“Was it worth it?”

I can say, “Yes..my best adventure yet…”

This snippet from “And I Saw Her” was written in 2016 after a self reflection period I had.

And this sweet, lovely one was written in 2018 after a bad relationship. Always great to realize how much more you deserve.

Let me know what you think of these! Until next time….

Peace and Love,

Lindsey 😊

Lindsey’s Inspiration

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Hello!

So I figured I should let you all know a little about me and this journey I’ve been on. Let’s go back in time…

I’m a California girl, born and raised. Currently living in Texas. Fell in love with poetry at a fairly young age, but didn’t really start writing it until I was in junior high. Come to think of it, I think I know when I fell in love. Has anyone seen the movie Poetic Justice (starring Janet Jackson and Tupac)? Well in the movie, Janet was a poet. Her poems in the movie were poems written by Maya Angelou (may her beautiful soul rest in peace). My favorite to this day is “Alone. “

“Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.”

That part of the poem has stuck with me to this day. Anyways, I have always been a person who kept to her self most of the time, in regards to internal feelings. As I have grown, that seems to be changing. When I was a teenager- we all know teens, your world turns upside down with emotions! How I dealt? Writing and art. So one journal turned into nine…almost 20 years later. I entered a few of those poetry.com contests back in high school (my work is still in on their site the last time a checked), wrote poems for friends and family, submitted a few to my college’s poetry zine, and performed one poem in person. With all that, the majority of my poems have never been seen or heard.

My art was my therapy. My words, the paint on canvas, anything I did to ease my mind. But words are different than paint- at least I think. So I held on to them tight, never thinking to show the world. Until one day, I thought why not? Other people have spoken their words, and their words made an impact on me. I’m not it for the “fame,” to have my name in everyone’s mouth. But if I help someone else find their voice, I would have accomplished my goal. My purpose in this life is to inspire others…this is just one way.

I will share a favorite poem of mine on my next entry. Until then….

Peace and Love!

Lindsey 🙂