Untrained

Imperfection meets impurity?

Binded or blinded, it’s insecurities to which we are bound

Losing sight or losing grip?

It’s all the same just another slip

A slight misstep or a complete free fall

Does it honestly matter after all?

We should be looking forward expectantly instead we focus on all we lack

Refusing to remember reflectively, must we tear everything apart dissectingly?

Decisively deciding each choice made was not chosen but was inevitability

Can we not see the goodness left, only all that has been destroyed?

Change isn’t always for the best tho sometimes you’d be surprised

Just remember you’re not so different from the rest, nor are you the same

©2015 Shavon Taylor “CloversAllOver”

A Piece of Peace

I wonder how I’ve stayed in the game so long

So incredibly strong when the effort is made so others will hold on

How can I be so meek and weak when it’s help for me I seek?

How can helping others initiate my self-destruct sequence?

If I were more like them and only cared about myself would it help, would it even make a difference?

Why is it so easy to hide our pain from the rest of the world?

Why is it I’m always confined to the rain, where my hair like this twisting rd is curled?

A complete mess, still I separate myself from the rest

I know without doubt I could pass any test

My will cannot be broken; my soul will never be barred

I’ve had my fill this time, I’m not jokin’

It’s beginning to take its toll

I refuse to let it carry on it’s already gone too far

The end of this game is near,

I know this that’s why I have no fear

I could so easily do this on my own

Aren’t you aware my mere mood sets the tone?

You will see my powers, I know my effect

Yet no one brings me flowers, still I get no respect

Left to simmer on the back burner, a lil disturbed all this time I’ve gone unstirred

Alone awaiting new arrivals

These times are all about survival

Everyone believing they only need to make it out

Don’t have the time nor feel the need to know what it’s all about

You can’t learn it all too fast

Before you know it you’ll have realized your life has passed

Take the time, enjoy the small pleasures

Forget finding a way all can be measured

The answers aren’t always exactly the ones you seek to find,

Sometimes what matters is just the journey thru your own mind

Take every opportunity to share the wealth of your knowledge

You never know, you just might be helping someone climb down from that ledge

We can only take so much before we start to lose touch

If we would all just help one another instead of fight

They say we won’t find world peace, but who knows we just might

Family Tree

Where problems seem apparent,
May not mean it’s all relative
If for a second you feel the need to seek help don’t give it a 2nd thought
I’ll take your hand, I’ll pull you back up
If we both stretch and still I cannot reach worry not for I’ll find you a branch
It rarely is as hard as it may seem, especially if we work as a team
Brother, sister, friend you’re of the same worth to me
I’ll do everything in my power to make your wish my will
I’ll catch you falling right out of the sky or just out of this family tree
Whomever, whatever it is you seek you will always find faith in me
I’ll fight fire with water from your “Dark Sea”
Fear will be all that drowns today
I will help you to see it can’t continue on this way
Even if I have to carry you I promise you we will make it thru to a new day

©2014 CloversAllOverShavonTaylor

Trade a lil Luck for a lil Love?

Trade a lil Luck for a lil Love?

The first 30 people to donate here

http://www.gofundme.com/75ey64

and email me their mailing address here

PleaseHelpLeiland@groups.facebook.com

will receive

A REAL 4 LEAF CLOVER

that I personally picked on St. Patty’s day this year and have since dried in one of my writing books! Not all 30 were picked at the same time, so those ones will go to the most generous donations, the rest have been picked throughout the last year from All Over the Map, see I find Clovers All Over, but I also have Clovers All Over Me!

Please Help Leiland get to Children’s Hospital

Lieland is 3 years old and suffers from epilepsy, his Mother (my friend and ex co-worker) Sheena suffers from SSMS: Struggling Single Mom Syndrome. In all seriousness she is having a very hard time not only coping with the diagnosis of her son, but now the actual act of getting him to and from the hospital for MRI scans and specialist appointments.

She lives over an hour drive from said hospital. The worst part for her is now depending on others to get herself and her children safely there and back. Sheena is a very independent person, who generally won’t let anything stand in her way of remaining so. She could walk or bus where ever she needed to get with her boys until now. There is a fine she couldn’t afford to pay off a couple of years ago due to the SSMS. She had almost completely forgotten it existed.

Now the insurance company has piled on mass amounts of interest to the already too expensive fee she already has to pay! She has been paying it off for 7 months and the amount owed has only gone down $800. She still owes over $2000 so as you can see at this rate it won’t be paid off for almost 3 years!

She was given a day notice that her son was scheduled for an MRI March 22nd. She got a ride with a family member there, when they arrived tho Leiland had a seizure forcing them to put the MRI off and almost meaning they had to spend the night in the hospital. When they were finally given the ok to go home Sheena called her friend who was going to pick her up earlier without realizing said friend had to work, she was planning to pick them up, drop them off then head straight to work. Sheena and her boys then waited for their ride at the hospital for 5 Hours!

For those of you who saw my previous post on the same topic, thank you for yet again reading this one. I have no job no money at all, I can’t offer much help in that respect. What I do have is my blog, my Google+, Tumblr, my Facebook Page and Group, as well as a Facebook Group I just started for Sheena, my Twitter account, my website with her Gofundme account link to share on every one!

If you can’t afford to donate you can still help,

PLEASE Like, Share, Re-blog, Re-post, Re-Tweet, Join the page and invite others, whatever it takes to get the people who can help to see it!

http://www.gofundme.com/75ey64

^^The link to donate^^

https://www.facebook.com/groups/PleaseHelpLeiland/

^^The Facebook group^^

I wanted to personally thank D.J. Whisenant from thesewordsiwrite2012.wordpress.com for the one and only share I am aware of from my last post via Twitter, tho I believe he has now shut that account down in hopes to have a more personal connection with people or I would share the link to that as well. I do like the idea tho of more personal connections so good on him!

Thanks everyone and God bless!

River Rock Walkin’

Down by the river pickin’ up some heart rocks
No music, just a few friends, even fewer talks
Serenity sensationally silencing, surprisingly
Lost in awe, thoughts contained, far from drained
Energy in fact picking up with the winds whim
Worries turn to wonders
While the wisdom washes away all cares
Nothing like the feeling of the crisp morning air
Chills to the bone like ripples around the crashing waves
Almost reminiscent of more youthful days
Soft soothing sloshing sounds slowly seeping in subconsciously
Finding myself reminding myself not to listen too intently
So easily I can get lost in my own thoughts
The mind almost begging for the change in the air to rub off
Hours can pass as quickly as the clouds
If I get caught in a daze
Sometimes it’s hard to see thru the misty morning haze
Even on some of the clearest days
©2014 Shavon Taylor @ Cloversallover.com

Wild Smile

Isn’t it funny the way life twists and turns?

So unsure of all those who lurk around

Can every face I meet some how be impure?

I can’t help but notice the pressure, the weight on every set of shoulders I see

I wish there were a way for me to lift off that stress

To make it feel like all the worlds troubles just weighed less

Tho how would life look if we all floated around weightless

A world full of air heads who couldn’t care less?

To walk the journey without feeling the rain can you imagine?

What then would make us realize our worth?

For without struggle there would be no victories

No accomplishments, not a single thing would make sense

Still I’m stuck here seeing these upset faces,

These Ghosts that have taken conscience places

Blank stares, lost with no dreams

Still I beg of you how can I help?

For without conscience you won’t stop, 

Without dreams you’ve no goals

Nothing to aim for 

Nothing to push you that extra inch, or often that mile

The one and only thing I have found,

That makes even the smallest difference to the people standing on either side of the fence

Is a smile

My smile I swear has impossible powers

It’s as though those around me can’t help but to join me

No matter their current status, famed or feared

My smile is one to be revered

For a brief second everyone’s worries just disappear 

If only for that quick hello, or head nod, even mere eye contact becomes some sort of smile contract

Love me or hate me you simply couldn’t stop the muscles if you tried

Don’t think you too can’t change the world in some small way too,

Simply be sincere with every smile and let your heart shine through

Watch as even the darkest souls smile back at you

©2014 Shavon Taylor  CloversAllOver.com

Aching Acres

Windless whispers

Rustling sound of hushed secrets

Lost in the dusk

That twilight hour Before night gives way to black darkness

The scariest time of all

Lone dew drop in a desert

The last chance of survival

Can’t let those big fish swallow you no

So small and insignificant you  seem imaginatively

Immensely winding woods

Tightly knit forest of dreams

Thoughts pop to memories

New beginnings from sad endings

A fog has drifted, dispersed

Slowly slippin on this slope

Up about it all I will float

Looking down, wondering, hoping, considering

Change is in the breeze

Change no longer a disease

Shifting slightly, Walking, talking lightly

Letting it all just fall

This time it must work

This time I’ll find the answers to it all

©2014

http://cloversallover.com/legend–key-.html

Please help Sheena get her son to and from Children’s Hospital

This is my friend Sheena and her 2 boys. I have known Sheena for a couple years now and I have to say she is one of the sweetest most caring and compassionate women and mothers I have had the pleasure of knowing. I noticed her status on Facebook the other day requesting help with making a page. Her eldest son was diagnosed in September 2013 as an epileptic and has had 4 seizures since. She needs to be able to get her self and her son from Chilliwack B.C  to see a specialist at least every couple months in The Children’s Hospital in Vancouver B.C. (For those of you who don’t know that is an hour and a half drive)

Her problem is trying to pay her car insurance off. She has been making payments for 7 months now and sadly has yet to make a dent. The interest is the killer, every payment made seems to go almost unnoticed in the grand scheme of things. She is hoping that she can get enough together to try and make ICBC an offer they will accept, they are known to accept a great deal less than what is owed if offered a large lump sum payment.

As you may or may not know I was working on building my Facebook page’s audience as well as kick-starting my website. So I knew a little bit about what she needed to do so I messaged her right away! I started the page for her and then added her to the admin team. (Go figure in the process completely confusing my Facebook widgets both here on WordPress and on Facebook. lol)  Thankfully someone suggested a gofundme.com account because I had no idea how to go about actually collecting money, all I could do is get her out there and hopefully help her get noticed.

I was actually thinking to auction off a couple autographed poems with real four leaf clovers that I have found along the way and dried out in one of my writing books, but I’m not really sure how to go about that either, any suggestions would be greatly appreciated!

If you would like to help Sheena you can donate here http://www.gofundme.com/75ey64

I realize too that times are tough and some are finding it hard making ends meet themselves, to those of you I say if you want to help there is still a way!!!

Please Like, Share, Re-blog, &/or Re-post the more people who see this the more likely one is going to be able to help!

Thanks everyone for your support and kindness in advance.

Put a Finnish to it, Canadian Babies Should go in Boxes!

I just read this article and it literally brought tears to my eyes!

Why Canadian babies should sleep in cardboard boxes like Finnish babies do”-The Globe and mail

The fact that the government won’t cover maternity leave unless you have paid into E.I. is bad enough, but to look at the children in Canada and the national poverty crisis! How many expectant mothers don’t even bother to see a doctor before they have no choic? The incentive plan the finnish have put in action is quite clearly an effective one! Their message is a comforting and supportive one, a small guesture that says “You matter and so does our baby.” Yes OUR baby, that baby will grow in OUR country, be taught in OUR schools, follow OUR laws, and become an essential part of our community. Don’t we want OUR children to grow up in the same nurturing and healthy environmen? Don’t we want OUR children to proudly say “I am Canadian!”? Please help me tell the Canadian governement it’s time to stop attempting to hide our problems in the boxes they keep in the back on the top shelf and start putting babies in them, with love and care in hopes to help each and every one get the start at life they deserve!

 Please sign the petition I created in hopes of providing a better beginning for a brighter tomorrow. Canadian babies can go in boxes too!
Thanks,
Shavon Taylor♥

Mind Over Matter

Have to stop hurting myself, hating myself, underestimating myself

I cannot undo any of what has already been done

Nor can I keep picking up my baggage as I turn to run

There are so many ways to destroy yourself

So many ways to just ignore the help

Yes, for me it has been a struggle since day one

Not a single day have I spent on my own basking in the sun

I hide in the clouds

Letting myself get lost amongst the crowds

Allowing my life to be pulled by some unseen current

You’d think a past like mine may act as a kind of deterrent

Wisdom they say is making mistakes and learning not to make them again

I often wish my hurting heart would listen to my clever weary brain

Never even taking notice of the warning signs as I race through the back roads

Like some demonic highway

If I want help I must realize it can’t always be my way

Those who offer opinions aren’t always trying to disagree

Most times they too only wish to set me free

Apparently tho I am not the only one I hide behind this mask

I watch thru the peep holes as helpers turn to monsters before my eyes

Before they can even get near their task

Once again its time to pull down the blinds

I sincerely don’t want to see the world and all humanities crimes

I’m still struggling to find real faces, for in this world it takes all kinds

At last tho I have realized this battered heart has no clue what it needs to find

So from this day forward I vow I will no longer allow it to take the controls from my mind

©2013 Shavon Taylor CloversAllOver.com

Sunny Daze

Everyday I’m searchin for a lil more sun
A lil more focus maybe a lil less fun
These wet rainy days leave me lookin’ for a dry place to sit
Another to get close to, some place I may fit
Seems the ones I tend to meet I end up wishin I could forget
Don’t get me wrong I refuse to live a life I regret
Tho these showers can be lonely and cold
My future, my happiness remains untold
My entire lifetime I may spend searchin’ for you
All the while you might be just behind me racing to pursue
Like the fresh forest floor covered in dew
I wake each morning seeking something new
A reason for being, checking the window in hopes its a rainbow Ill be seeing
Tho I don’t let the storms outside get to me
For i know deep down happiness will one day find me
That will be the day i break free finally
Free from the rain, the pain, walking proudly, no shame
Somehow you will know how to tame my flame
As you ignite the spark
I will know I will never agian endure another nite alone in the dark
Together we will always find the sun
Where we will so happily run
Away from the sadness and gloom falling into a bed of laughter in our own room
A place where love and care will forever live
A place where there’s no wrong we would commit that the other couldn’t forgive
At times it hurts to stay locked in my head
In the feilds of flowers I’d much rather tred
Alone searching for those sunny days is where I remain instead
I know I can‘t do this all on my own
Still I’ll refuse to go on in misery each day only to grumble and groan
One day happiness will be my home
Together in the sun we will shine
For I am yours and you will be mine

wi©2013 Shavon Taylor

Mind Goggles

The mind can be a terribly treacherous tyrant,

Taking control of all emotion

Changing, replacing, rearranging all ideas or preconceived notions

Stretching farther than imagination

Turning once readily received  ideas into insane irrationalizations

As the tiniest irritations perceived become believed infatuations

Time becomes lost, caught in a free fall, it all comes undone, at what cost?

Shielded fun, yielded fruit from forgotten trees

Some so rotten, the others, never allowed to see

Tho it all still grows deep within

The beauty bestowed will silence any sin

We continue our search, some climb so high, even out on the frailest of limbs

Unfortunately the darkness still finds a way to seep in

Under cover of sleep or shade of trees in broad day light

Seeking our reason to be,  unafraid  we will fight

The trick is knowing, not merely believing what we fight for is right

Both dreams and fears are only what we have created

Our screams or tears could be so easily evaded

Instead it all builds perpetually

We may not always have a choice in our destination

You may even attempt to put the blame on destiny

We all know the seeds we plant as we go,

What they may become if allowed to grow

Just remember we all fall sometimes, so look out below

©2013 Shavon Taylor