Mike Frawley
If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they're yours; if they don't they never were.
Richard Bach

Why I Write

Because I’m too old to be sexy any other way  :)

dontcryitsonlymike:

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takingstockofwhatmattersmost replied to your post: The Sky

Really LOVE this…I’ve got to save one tag….I use them all first thing then miss those who post later. I guess that’s my dilemma!!

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jasremindmetobreathe replied to your post: The Sky

Wow! Mike! <3

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midnightxmasquerade replied to your post: The Sky

Thank you lovely Mike @};- x


:’)  Thank you part 2.  Should have waited a couple of minutes before posting the last one, but like most of you I have to get ready for work.  Kevin, as my friend likes to quote from “The Sandlot”, you’re killin’ me smalls.  ;)  You do more than enough.  I love all of you and gotta run. <3

dontcryitsonlymike:

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wordswritteninsilence replied to your post: The Sky

Wow Mike. Intense as any. Love this. Poignant. I don’t have enough words.

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lzlabseesu replied to your post: The Sky

beautiful…

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braveheartswhisper replied to your post: With Every Breath

;) perfect

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wordswritteninsilence replied to your post: With Every Breath

<3 this! Intense. Just beautiful!


Thank you my friends!  As you may have heard a time or a hundred, there’s a part of me that wants to say eff Tumblr I quit, but thankfully wonderful friends like you keep reminding me how much like home this place actually feels.


Love you,
Mike <3

The Sky

You faced the sky and dove right in
and they all noted how brave you were
seeing as how you could never swim
now I weep each time I taste the sky
I still look for you sometimes up there
wishing you’d found a better way
.
.
.
to say goodbye

With Every Breath

mikefrawley:

Life wins in the end
over and over
again and again
the last word
the final laugh
she chooses when
to say goodnight
yet when I go
I hope she knows
I didn’t go down
without a fight
and when I face
that villain death
he’ll know I loved
with every breath

Poetry is the world as seen only through the eyes of the heart

With Every Breath

Life wins in the end
over and over
again and again
the last word
the final laugh
she chooses when
to say goodnight
yet when I go
I hope she knows
I didn’t go down
without a fight
and when I face
that villain death
he’ll know I loved
with every breath

Navigating Grief

twosoulfishbowl:

When I was young, we sailed,
from Hingham to Boston Harbor.
We spent hours on the water and you taught
me everything you knew about sailing.

We chuckled that turning the tiller left
made the boat bank right.
In sailing, and in life,
you taught me everything I know.

You taught me how to tie
a perfect bowline knot
and how to tie my shoes.

You taught me how to steady the sail;
the halyard and sheet,
and how to balance on my bicycle.

You taught me how to set
the jib without losing my footing
and how to manage a bank account.

You taught me how to tack
the sail into the wind,
but there’s not even a breeze
now that you’re gone.

You were True North.
I never needed a compass or the stars
with a Papa like you. I’m drifting
without supplies because I always assumed
you’d be here navigating with me.

You sailed across the still, grey water
in the dim light before dawn, without me.
Now the tide is low and I can’t follow.
But still, you had one more lesson left:

The one question I never wanted to ask
catches in my throat as the sea and tears mix salty,
“How do I continue with you gone?”
Now, you’ve taught me how to grieve. 

Poetry and Prose

mikefrawley:

I have heard that poetry is dead
we’ve no need for prose or rhyme 
all those wonderful books we read
were but relics from another time

The computer is the final answer
we’ve achieved a brand new day
we’ll end hunger and cure cancer
logical information is now the way

Yet as long as lover’s hearts cry
while there’s a light in every dawn
and a newborn child elicits a sigh
poetry and prose shall yet live on

Children of the Sixties

mikefrawley:

One by one the dreams fell silent
though as children of the sixties we believed
NO, we knew, we actually knew
if you worked, played and fought, hard yet fair
then dreams, yes dreams, really did come true 
we should have seen it coming, the lies started early 
The Easter Bunny and the tooth fairy first
those small untruths were easy to dismiss
but Christmas and the Santa Conspiracy
left us most confused, something was amiss
and Jesus loved the little children
in Sunday School we even sang the song
the innocent ones were kept safe from harm
then bit by piece we learned that too was wrong
still the lies continued and ever grew
it was at twelve or thirteen as best I recall
we learned of broken hearts though not yet love
and happily ever after was the greatest lie of all
Vietnam, Buddhist Monks and little girls burning
we saw images on TV and in Life Magazine
drugs did the trick we were too quickly learning
love was found wanting and promising careers ended
the insanity of addiction took away everything
life became daunting and the darkness descended
as children of the sixties it’s now only too clear
justice was obstructed, we’d been badly deceived
and today an old poet looks back through a tear
to when dreams could come true and we still believed

heldinhishands:

stop speaking.
be still. 
silence is not a sad metaphor.
embrace it for what it is, a 
quiet comfort.

realize: life is
life and pain is
pain. and sometimes
they go hand in 
hand. 

think of how many times
you breathed today and
how many times you 
smiled.
if you must,
bite your lips until
you bleed to remind
yourself you’re not dying.
you may be weak
but does God let go
of the weary? 

be still. 
be silent.
breathe.

"The Courage to Follow Your Heart"

followcb:

Daring to listen

To the voice within

Against all odds

Avoiding logic and

Reason, saying yes

Walking boldly into

Fear and the unknown

When the heart says

Yes, your pulse quickens

Deep down inside

Digging for a strength

You have yet to know

Heartbeats like a drum

So you opt to let go

And find the courage

To follow your heart

cornelisrage:

life is not about
what you have
it’s about what you do

and what you do
is not about what you gain
it’s about
what you can give

and what you can give
is not about self gratification
it simply is a way
to live