My Statement

 What I share on this blog is based on my opinions and my beliefs and my feelings and my concerns. These are very upsetting times, and my situation is still very difficult, so please excuse me for not always being perfectly politically correct. I expect everyone to follow their own hearts and instincts while reading my writings.

As for me; My health is a bit better. Since I got out of the hospital, recovery has been very slow. But I do not always know if flare ups are from new milder microwave weapon attacks or residual effects of that last very severe one. I have experienced a vamp up in painful attacks as I stand up for the Palestinians. But recently its mostly been just the usual torture types - to inflict pain but not injury. Those who watch me clearly had a HUGE issue with me writing about how it appears that the "Zionists" came from the Christian Restoration Group, which wanted to assimilate the Jews. They lured the traumatized Jewish people into Palestine/"Israel" and then brainwashed and re-traumatized them, in order to use them in armies to kill and get rid of the Palestinian people, in an effort to steal the holy lands and all of Palestine.

My New Song - Does It Even Matter to Ya?

Does it Even Matter to Ya?

copyright Sharon Rose Poet 7-27-2024 

I am now almost old and grey.

My steps sometimes begin to sway.

My skin looks like a crumpled bag,

And some see me as a worthless hag.

But I have a heart and a sound mind.

And I need you all to be more kind.

My heart sometimes, begins to break

And writhe beneath each cruel mistake.

But does it... does it even matter to ya?

Does it, does it, does it even matter to ya?

Some would say its just "tough luck.

Fight back or swim hard, like a duck."

Or "you just have to toughen up."

But I never fell and never swam,

And I don't even think I can -

I want to stay the way I am!

My heart is something I must guard.

Although this world can make it hard.

But does it... does it even matter to ya?

Does it, does it, does it even matter to ya?

I was sensitive and this is good,

But for myself I never stood

Until I wrote the songs for you.

I wish you all could know it too;

The heart in me I had to save

Inside that misperceived cave.

My heart was deepening its Love.

When I turned from that first big shove.

But does it... does it even matter to ya?

Does it, does it, does it even matter to ya?

I loved you deep right from the start.

And longed to share with you my heart,

I wanted to wash away all your pain

And bring about the needed change.

But you chose to do it by yourself

And got stuck on an angry shelf!

So, I cried alone in an empty place,

Unable to reach beyond the mistakes.

But does it... does it even matter to ya?

Does it, does it, does it even matter to ya?

As I look back at our misplaced steps

That most have not even faced yet.

It hurts so much its hard to bear.

Sometimes I just numbly stare.

If only we'd all been free to care

. If only truth had stayed back there.

Although the past can't be undone,

We can choose to learn from it or run.

But does it... does it even matter to ya?

Does it, does it, does it even matter to ya?

Did I ever even matter to ya?

This song almost fits Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah" cello melody, but it needs one of its own.