You wish to possess me
I am the embodiment of your dreams
Yet I remain elusive
I tease you
I allow you to hold me but not for long
The smell of me intoxicates you
You work night and day and still I am not yours
I am promised to another
Others are living their dreams
Why are you left in poverty?
You are told I can not bring health or happiness.
It feels like a lie.
Wait for me
I will fill your pockets one day
Honest work does pay
If you have patience
I will not run away
Do not sacrifice to much in the pursuit of me
You need less of me than you imagine
I am but one gift that you will receive.
First attempt at personification, hopefully I got it right.
Do You find your-self
With-out a ladder
And just don't know
What to do?
Try the "Law Of Reciprocity"
Fore only good thing's come
Back to You!
Plant your-self a Seed
And then You shall
Have a Tree...
Just give it a little time
And soon you will have three...
Then You shall be able
For the very first time...
Madame Morning Glory
greets the sun's warm embrace,
getting to work before the others do,
getting to work with intense purpose.
At the crack of dawn she begins to move,
creeping over powerless garden beds,
crawling up old brick walls.
Madame Morning Glory chokes her prey,
after seducing with violet blooms
and an array of hypnotic spades.
She knows how she is being watched,
realizing each new day could be the last,
but this doesn't cause her to be more bashful,
or hide her murderous ways.
She moves through the garden,
strangling her newest victims-
whether lily, daisy, rose,
iris, gladiolus or hyacinth;
makes no difference to her at all.
Madame Morning Glory
desires to be the only beauty queen in town,
leaving behind a funeral procession,
of any other likely candidates.
But it isn't only the glamour and charms
hiding the deadly nature of her whims,
that keeps this Madame alive.
Even though many people uproot her in angst,
there are those willing to make some shady deals-
bewitchment and dilation
traded for the opportunity to spread and kill,
as Madame Morning Glory twirls her trellises,
invokes a spell of intoxication
and continues on her way.
I hear everything all too well
my weary body has no place to dwell
so much is told about me I often wonder what is left
is it not enough to mock me in the town square
do we need to gossip with family I never truly had
another tear I shed, but no one truly cares
I am the almighty beautiful Red in thought
and none of the world I live knows me or my past
what doesn't work for them they invent or add
she will forgive us all they reassure
Oh Dear God make me a bird, I wish to fly away
but the hens all laid for the day,
the hay needs to be tossed,
and who will milk the cow,
so the woman, Red that lives out sin
stays to work this farm again
Often she becomes overwhelmed by it all
but not me it is my destiny
in my land of fantasy and made up things
how I wish I could be like she
I am the scandalous one
I protect all those I love, at any cost
but I will never be good enough
I met a man once but he has traveled on
he talks of things I seem to do, but it is not my truth
he pays me back in silent death
I gave up everything to let him live
yet it was not quite enough you see
he needed my family, friends, and destiny
yeah, I met a man who claimed he knew me
in my land of lies and make believe
but Red she is strong and always says please
she is the beautiful one ever-so loving
and doesn't need things such as love
she has too much to do
her skin is not soft yet rough
and she is tougher than I will ever be
I just want to fly away each day
to some land I created
I live in beautiful dreams
in fields of wheat I long to be
where I saw my children last
but to Red they are forever gone
passed on to seed
yeah that makes my world of fantasy
with made up monsters so much better
ask Red she will know
I am weak yet she is so strong
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Gossip in the Grain inspiration
Will edit later
Just being silly
This fragile glass strongly stands
The glazier gave it life through breath
With simple tools and fiery ways
A work of art is now conceived
This work of art two purpose holds
Champagne inside, beauty is seen
Bubbles bursting at the brim
No end in sight, they keep arising
One child’s touch began this fall
Who’s outcome matched a giants strength
With no beauty nor purpose holds
This broken glass aches to be whole
Have you ever had, Dark Visions? I have,when I was seven or eight
I had a dream one night, That was a nightmare, so vivid and so frightful
fear so intense, I wet the bed. My Father wore a badge and I told him what
happened, and with much insistence we phoned the local authorities. ( Which he knew all of
them) My Dark Vision was of an Airplane a jetliner, on fire, going down.
I saw the flames, faces, colors and style of clothes. I heard screams, pleas to God for
help and prayers. When I woke up I was praying too, in a wet bed. Two days later the FBI
knocked at my door, with questions after questions until they were satisfied. I felt
berated and alone. Thank God for my Dad. Then it hit me their last words to my Father," If
we have any more questions about the accident we'll contact you" it..it..was real, it
really happened. My Dark Vision,,For thirty years I kept my Visions to myself, until one
day at work a friend of mine Marjie came to me and asked me if I saw things, things I
can't explain. I was floored, dumbfounded. I didn't answer. She said" I sense you had a
Vision and saw something you can't explain" How could she know? I said " What do you
mean"? " I sense you had a dream that is troubling you, because it was more than a dream"
Gig's up, so I told her. She told me to write it down always write it down, So I did and
let her see it. 3 days later she came to me with a VCR tape, we were alone in the TV room,
so we played it. Suddenly in an instant I was flooded with the whole Vision, everything I
saw and heard. Shamefully a puddle formed on the floor at my feet, as I shook. Everything,
the Bus, the explosions, faces, the Soldier, the old man in the beret, The red headed
woman in the yellow dress and hat. It was in Israel. She had taped it from the news the
night before, the day it happened. 2 days after my Dark Vision.Now at 48 with many
conversations with my Priest and Spiritual adviser, I realize, what I thought a curse, is
actually a Gift From God. Because I am praying with them in my Dark Visions, I am helping
them. One thing I always remember from them is I tell them God is waiting for you, every
time. Then I wake up.
I believe my being there has brought some comfort to those souls as their end is near.
That comforts me! God does work in mysterious ways..He has in me with...
My Dark Visions!