Karen Schley

Pennsauken, New Jersey, USA

Karen Schley is a proud parent, who singly raised two children, Nikya, Age 22, and Brian, age 14, while being both physically and visually challenged since the age of six years. Nikya and Brian are assisting their mother, along with their "Wonder Dog", Shakka.Karen has been absorbed with "Dancing with Words", and exercising her "write" as a therapeutic blessing; an analgesic, so to speak, since she was nine years of age.Karen's educational accomplishments include nursing, and holding a New Jersey Insurance License in P&C, Life and Health since 1989.Karen has participated in the National Library of Poetry's Anthology Series since 1994, and has been recognized for her talents by the ISP since 1994, and the Modern Society of Poetry since 1996.Karen's motto is, "sometimes you gotta feed the gorillas to the monkeys, 'cause he don't eat bananas". Translated: "Expect everything, and don't be surprised or disappointed by anyone or anything"!!

Bitch I Remember

In the peace you finally bring me, bitch I still remember how I got here. I had him. You took him. I wanted what we had back. I remember lying in bed one night calling myself incomplete for letting him come to you, Bitch.
Then you put him down and he doubled over in pain, asking me to help. How baby? Find her please he cried. She's the only thing can stop my pain now, that Bitch.
I went looking for you. You remember? Brought you back to my house for my man to make him well - Miss Bitch. I didn't want you, but I needed to know what made him love you, need you so much.
Now as we work together to keep you, I don't need him at all. Yeah - Bitch I remember!

Lets See

I have developed a need for non-commitment. Without the balance of belonging or betrayal. I don't need a desire, so everwhelming - yet, I don't remember receiving a single rose, or the thorn that pricked my aspect, or my whys? Just words of one day at a time.
"Lets_see". What doesn't show-up! Not ever. In my moral eyes, I made affirmation of what it would take to get this, pearl. Again the casting of them among swine. Again?
If ever I cast. them again, to anyone. For nothing, I placed it in your hand and you asked, "Who does this belong to"? Whose is it? Baby - is it mine? say it -- Naw
Mine, if you had to ask it's still mine and for what -- let's see!

God Handles The Details

The handling of situations, are generally considered, to be an ability of the conscious mind, our plans could never be conceived in such a finite space, only God has the authority to establish circumspectly a purpose. function perfectly within the entire dynamics of plan, For God alone can provide those few who are chosen with the anointing of procedure, to provoke a hunger for his divine guidance, a softened heart, to receive perfect signals, A thirst for the true understanding of his word, To feel the many who are called, Gifts are given without repentance, as we move through this prophetic hour of grace, God has a detailed plan for your gifts, the time is now, to be yielded to the very will of the Lord, That what time it is, in fact, as you voluntarily read this missive, God has taken care of your breathing, exchanging oxygen for carbon dioxide, the intricate involuntary functions, detailed without your own logic or permission, long before even your mother was born! God's very plan based on like producing like, a oneness, connectivity, unity and on purpose, must plant the seeds of the gospel, Hydrate others with God's truth, By handling the details, Only God can give the increase, For God has not in our lives up to random chance, The debt is already paid in full, yet he still has given us the choice, to choose it or not;

The Insanity

I've never understood sane - insane. If your sane, you must be in it. If your insane, you have to be. It's the same.
Words get in my way. The inevitability was valid and the same for us all. No doubt the darker side of the law of polarity. Needs knocking each other over trying to be first.
Love is a risk. As individual as fingerprinted needs. Sculptured by expectations. Built on genetic attrition and dysfunctional environments. Woven from the fabric of what works us, or what we make work. Without control or prediction.
It's addictive and toxic. Love has no square to be knocked off of. There is no blueprint or center. Love won't love no one. It's an insanity that I am in and out of.