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A Journey To The Pearly Gates And Back Again



Iris sun fades and so does the day
whispers the carried in the silence of night glowing
Wishes floating on silver trails faraway
The image of your face will forever bounded to this world
Angels Brought you to me made a lightening
sparkling diamonds in the misting treasures gems so bright

Ice roses turns into a steaming jungle of quivering glass
Flashing in the distance, in the moon light
and all of its stars, that's where the angels dancing
A beautiful adventure picture sparklers on a winter night

A cold moon dressed in dark velvet 
with a pearl milky white smile beams 
Sparkling jewel crystal lights up 
stars blinking silver awakening 
warm invading darkness your light 
My life has at last found its light and its hope

Soulful cries a wolf dressed in winter clothes 
faraway over ocean waves 
carries in a wind’s  whisper sweet music dances 
A magical night that will set the spirit free
Silently breathes out a puff of magic sweetly 
beauty enchants warmly etching strikes 
frosted fingers cracking ice deeply echoes 

Striking inside bells toll warmly skipping drumbeats 
bouncing of chamber walls loving tunes 
Believing in your love a dream 
Which enchants music of the butterflies dance 
howling clouds out steaming warm sighs fluttering warmly
I closed my eyes at the end of the road
and thought of the stars 
and the reason earth spins around the sun





  A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and 
  Anne- Lise Andresen :) - 28.12.2014 -
  Copyright © All Rights Reserved 


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I Sail This Ship Alone

As the last opalescent glow of sunset fades away I sail this ship alone towards a crimson horizon over a starlit sea to the soft lapping of waves which lullaby my destiny I sail this ship alone far from the coral sand far from the pebbled beach far from my sun-kissed land Tonight there is no moon but there's a sparkle in the sky a starry night so still filled with beacons of bright light Tomorrow births a new dawn a song within a dream meadows of yellow buttercups and fields of evergreen Tomorrow I'll be greeted by a pink-winged butterfly a host of daffodils, and golden dandelions a rose within a smile Tomorrow I stroll along a new shore feel fresh salt spray on my cheek dance bare-foot in the wind as Spring whispers on the breeze.


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A Journey To The Pearly Gates And Back Again

Iris sun fades and so does the day
whispers the carried in the silence of night glowing
Wishes floating on silver trails faraway
The image of your face will forever bounded to this world
Angels Brought you to me made a lightening
sparkling diamonds in the misting treasures gems so bright

Ice roses turns into a steaming jungle of quivering glass
Flashing in the distance, in the moon light
and all of its stars, that's where the angels dancing
A beautiful adventure picture sparklers on a winter night

A cold moon dressed in dark velvet 
with a pearl milky white smile beams 
Sparkling jewel crystal lights up 
stars blinking silver awakening 
warm invading darkness your light 
My life has at last found its light and its hope

Soulful cries a wolf dressed in winter clothes 
faraway over ocean waves 
carries in a wind’s  whisper sweet music dances 
A magical night that will set the spirit free
Silently breathes out a puff of magic sweetly 
beauty enchants warmly etching strikes 
frosted fingers cracking ice deeply echoes 

Striking inside bells toll warmly skipping drumbeats 
bouncing of chamber walls loving tunes 
Believing in your love a dream 
Which enchants music of the butterflies dance 
howling clouds out steaming warm sighs fluttering warmly
I closed my eyes at the end of the road
and thought of the stars 
and the reason earth spins around the sun





  A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and 
  Anne- Lise Andresen :) - 28.12.2014 -


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Compass Of Our Destiny

On the road to your gypsy soul in the vastness of my world chasing heartbeats and fireflies across wooden covered bridges navigating deep and arid canyons beneath a sweltering summer sun. I'll trace the compass of our destiny leading me to a foreign land I'll find you roaming in flowering fields of daisies where I will finally take your hand I'll be in awe of your effervescent half-moon glowing brightly in the night I'll gaze longingly at your thousand stars shining downward ever bright I'll feel the breeze that you feel blowing softly over the cobalt sea together we'll be one with nature setting all our spirits free Not surrendering to temptation because you are everything I need I'll listen to your heart beat for on your love I soon will feed


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Grief is Grief is not

Grief is not something we “get through”…
you “get through” a bad day
Grief is not something we “get over”,
“you ”get over” a cold”
Grief is not something we “move on from”
you “move on from” a bad relationship”
 
But Grief is… a companion we “move forward with”,
learning from and growing, with each agonizing step.
 
Grief is… a heart-wrenching process, not bound by time,
But sets us on a “lifelong journey” of finding truth and meaning…
 
Grief is not a crutch we hold onto for pity
It is not a lack in character
It is not a weakness that needs to be strengthened
Or a problem that needs fixing
It is not an enemy to be slain
Or like a wild animal, to be caged
 
Grief is… “A METAMORPHOSIS OF HUMAN LIFE”
YES! that needs “time”… “A LIFETIME”
 
Grief is… an acknowledgement of true love shared
and true love lost
 
Grief is… a love we hold so deep within our souls
That our tears fall to caress the pain…
“God given tears”, full of purpose and meaning
For each one carries with it a piece of our heart
 
grief hugs us and holds us close
to a great love we can no longer touch…
grief is… our friend for without it
our lives would have been a lie.

Grief is…purely and simply a journey of love
It is a friend, to those of us who mourn
A friend who sees what we need and allows us to be us
Grief is a release of unimaginable pain…
a release of a great indescribable loss…
 
 
Grief is… the bridge that crosses repentant oceans,
spans desolate canyons, and fear filled mountain tops.
that we may cross over this tragedy to a renewed heart 
by means of the love we shared and continue to share
through the love of our Almighty God
 
 
Grief is…
A pain we can use, to broaden our hearts
and the hearts of all those around us
it is… a road we must travel to gain wisdom.
A level of wisdom you will never achieve by playing strong.
For only when we sink to the bottomless pit of grief
Will we be awakened by the light of truth.
 
Grief…
Do not judge it… for it contains Gods secrets
Secrets you can only hear by listening
through the blare of the pain.
It is a sacred contract to be in awe of and inspired by
To learn from and grow from
To gain compassion and understanding from
It is a journey that holds a sacred contract
That will be signed by each and every one of us
Who has the strength… and the courage…
to love with all your heart and all your soul.
It is not a journey I would wish on anyone
But now that I am here I will walk it with honor
And purpose, with my head held high and my feet in stride
For at the end of this road there you’ll be,
waiting to take me home.


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My Last Wish

If only I can ask the world
To gather all the love
Each person has.

If only I can feel the love
Free of inhibitions in some extent 
And share it with everyone.

If only I can be 
With the love of yours
So that I can have my last wish.

If you permits me to  live and die 
Unconditionally with and without you
Oneness reflected indeed.







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View From The Top of the Trail

It’s an unknown journey, but I see a trail
heading to the light of tomorrow
There will often be times I'll be afraid, to go
I may stumble a bit, with an eager heart
And may tremble climbing cliffs of old sorrows

There are deep, black chasms I will not forget,
where slopes slick, with pitfalls, are waiting to trip 
But I've gone too far, and I can't turn around,
Just as the sun can't turn its back on the day 

The trees speak in tongues, so foreign to my ears
using parched, old voices, and tears from the sky
Scraps of brittle leaves litter, with dust all around
Mixed with words left unsaid, that I've left behind

There’s a sharp mist of hope, at the bend of the river
yet,sun on my face seems to lend, 
the slope of the rain, but the warmth of the sun
      with an open blue sky at the end


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Orient Express: Collaboration Poem By JaDazzle Jan Allison and Darren Watson

We hear the engine whistle 
The hissing of the steam 
The hairs on our necks begin to bristle 
As we meet the arrival of a dream 
We didn't think we had a chance of winning 
Entering just for fun I guess 
but thanks to simple poem we are grinning 
As we board the Orient express.
 
London to Paris, what a dream come true
I never dreamed the sparks would fly between us two
The fireman stokes the boiler; and releases a jet of steam
The guard collects our tickets and we begin our dream
Days and nights together on this magnificent train
Travel through beautiful places, seeing new terrain
Enthralled at the elegance and beauty of the carriage
Will our trip together end up with our marriage
 
Looking so handsome in your new dinner jacket
Glad you won this holiday; it must have cost a packet
The ambiance of the surroundings is utter bliss
We seal our relationship with a tender kiss
Holding hands so gently we share a vintage wine
Sitting in the Pullman coach you rest your head on mine
Velvet blue sky and shining stars start to cast their spell 
The romantic seine has such stories to tell.

In Paris we visit the galleries of fine art
Holding your hand I realise you have captured my heart
We pass through the Arc De Triomphe and climb the Eiffel Tower 
Now I surrender to your feminine power
Retire with me to the Napoleon suite 
Sharing in the splendour of this romantic treat
Promise to be my Mam'selle Josephine 
Or expose my heart to Madame Guillotine  

You look so beautiful and smell divine 
I kiss your lips, They taste of fine wine
We are lost in the flames of passions fire 
As we quench the thirst of true loves desire
Our bodies rise and fall as we entwine
Oh I’m so glad that you are mine
All those feelings denied and for so long suppressed 
Come to the fore aboard the Orient express.

Passion abates we are wrapped in each others arms
Darren wants more so I succumb to his great charms
Our fire ignites with desire and great passion
Hour upon hour – this man I can’t ration
Finally we reach the end of the line
Our love making session has been so divine
Arm in arm we head out of the carriage door
So hopelessly in love – who could ask for more

15th April 2014
Jan Allison and Darren Watson - 'JaDazzle'

Please also read my Blog about our collaboration


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The Speed of Flight

A small thunder of beating wings fell
Into it, I threw my hopes and prayers
should his light fail and end succeed,
the thunder would roll on

The fury of his need steals his days, and 
I cannot breathe for lack of understanding 
why the good die young, why
the good does not last 

Chaser of fear after a pint of exhilaration
drowns my joy in knowing
the horizon rises against him, and
I cannot change his course

- A. H. Sewell ©2015

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She Hulk

When I was a child I only ever wanted to be strong.
I wanted to be able to compete with the boys
and when I foot raced them at recess I won every time.
They called me ‘She Hulk’ because of my muscular frame
and from the way I only ever wore soccer t-shirts and sweat pants.
After that nickname was implanted into my brain like a growing weed,
I’ve only ever wanted to be feminine.
I started wearing skirts and dresses 
and in middle school they shrieked at the site of my makeup and done up hair.
But that weed inside of my mind only grew, and grew, and grew
until I became a mixed drink cocktail
with one part anorexic and two parts lonely,
because I thought that the definition of feminine began with the word frail.
No one ever realizes how greatly words affect us,
how a simple nickname can turn a pretty girl into a skeleton.
I stood at five foot two weighing seventy nine pounds,
so cold and frozen,
yet I still considered myself a ‘She Hulk.’
You could see my ribcage through my t-shirt
and my spinal cord protruded loudly through my weathered skin,
as if somehow my bones were dirty knives
just trying to cut through the flesh of judgment.
As I grew older I became the girl that was never enough.
Not good enough to speak poetry.
Not good enough to lay paint on a canvas.
Not good enough.
Not tall enough.
Not big enough boobs for them.
Not primped to perfection.
Not undeniably straight.
Not smart enough.
Not dumb enough.
Not ditsy enough.
Not cool enough or fun enough.
And I began to believe, too, that I wasn’t enough.
I never told my mother that I had been in madly in love with a girl.
I never told anyone about the night we first kissed 
because I was too vulnerable for the judgment.
And parents always justify saying that ‘kids will be kids’
But when we are kids our brains are still growing
and the smallest of seeds that get planted will one day bloom
into one giant regret,
will one day affect the choices that we make,
will one day influence us about the clothes that we wear,
will one day shape us into the person who we thought we would never be.
I only ever wanted to be strong,
and as a child I thought strength was only about being able
to lift a bar stool above your head.
I thought that strength was only about being able
to beat the boys in bare foot running races.
I was told that strength was something only
a man could have.
But as I’ve grown older I’ve realized that strength
isn’t about muscle at all,
but it’s about weakness,
and the ability to overcome the social anxiousness.
It’s about carrying around a lifetime of baggage
on your broken back
because the ones that kicked you when you were down
are going to be the ones that were  ultimately wrong.
I thought that the definition of woman 
began with the word disappointment.
And I became a mixed drink cocktail
with one part freedom
and two parts Sailor Jerry
because every girl needs a stiff drink once and awhile.
We are not disappointments.
We will never be the ones who gave up on hope.
We will never be the ones who gave up on each other,
or god,
or our mothers.
We will always be enough;
enough for the ones who shunned us 
enough for the ones that cursed us
enough for the ones the hurt us
and destroyed us
and beat us when we were covered in bruises.
But you see, bruises fade
and the scars of our flesh are only stories
things we have overcame
and there are things out there that we will overcome.
When I was a child, I only ever wanted to be strong.
I hid my vulnerability.
I hid the parts of me that were true.
I never told my mother about my girlfriend
because I was afraid she wouldn’t understand,
kind of like all those people who never understood 
just how much words effect us. 
I can’t say that I can beat the boys at foot races anymore,
because, well, I smoke cigarettes now.
And I can’t say that the nickname of my childhood didn’t affect me.
But I take that name now and embrace it.
Because I am strong.
I am the ‘she hulk’.
I am a mixed drink cocktail
with three parts greatful.


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In My Place

I have been put in my place many times
Told how to talk
What to think
How I need to look a certain way
Be the way I'm suppose to be
Expectations to be met
I could never be me

That place that almost drove me insane
I kept being placed there
Over and over again
Yet I had no choice but to be true to myself
I couldn't be someone else's book 
Placed on a shelf, in a perfect row, not standing out
No one knowing what I'm about

I ripped out the pages
Inserted my own
Scribbled on the cover
Added my own colors
My pages screamed to be read
Hoping others would hear what I said

As time went on
I often changed my design
Desperately trying to know myself
Unsure what I would find
Never really fitting in
Confused by what I found within
Hard to know where I belong
Listening to notes from others songs
Was my way of thinking right
In a distance I could see a glimmer of light
I dreamed my dreams
I craved the light

Then one day
All the pieces clicked
I fell into place
Joy accompanied by a certain grace
Comfortable with me
I live in the moment
I can just be
Finally, finally 
I am free
I know my place


Dedicated to my Friend Armand who knows 
his place and helps others discover their place. 
You my friend are a true original Happy Birthday!






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JOURNEY

~ JOURNEY to the center of me!~

Yield upon this blissful moment!
In, a cutting-edge welcoming,
This minute can only maintain-

Yesterday’s journey~ Desire~

The world inside my head, can think,
Deeper than a dream;
Up till now, anticipation has hovered my present thoughts
Day becomes night,
Night becomes day,
In a cave, I call my insanity.
Hallucination, raveling inside my head, 
I sit where my thoughts entwine with my elusive slumber.
Everything inside of me is lucid and lost in madness. 
I perceive the proper perception; 
to think is only a thought.

Today’s journey~ Sensation~

Barren thoughts never exit the aggression in my mind.
I stand among the crying thunder locked within my head.	
Of sweet flower they arise and bloom, above all shores,
I embrace the beauty of my deepest emotion.
Sands of time litter within my walls!
My thoughts sit and wait! 
Minimizing themselves down to a speckled dot.
They are a few, sweet and creepy,
Those grab my attention,

Tomorrow’s journey~ Pleasure~

Passion wilting upon yesterday’s memory.
Concentrating and unraveling every single knot.
And, still I go back and give that one look.
A hot steamy want, judged by my brainwaves.
Notions, follow a path and indulge with no escape.
Danger escapades into a naughty reflection, "I am my own diversion!"
My thoughts are thoughtless as they can be.
Brittle and little like you and me!
Still my journey continues to emerge with all the thoughts found in the center of me.

Everyday's journey~ Begins with………Determination……

by;pd


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The Heart's Journey

Should there be such pain in 
passion of the heart?
Or does the heart, 
simply by beating, 
know the boundaries of pain 
when it can no longer absorb any more joy?
The two seem intertwined at times, 
each exalted unto itself.
From euphoria to melancholia, 
the heart is on an endless journey 
seeking harmony and balance, 
yet finding anything but.
We torture our souls 
for the sake of love,
enduring countless curves,
on the road to the steep summit 
where a plateau cannot survive
the weathered storms for long, 
but for the season’s summers 
we exist.


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Lantern on the Water


Place my mind into a boat
doused with kerosene.

Create a lantern on the water:
light the boat a-flame
and push it out to sea.

Then my heart will be more free.






04.06.2013




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I AM

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I AM

I am one breathtaking moment
I am one who is lost or alone
I am one raindrop, or one flowering rose
I am warm as the sun, or cold as a stone
I am a distant star or a meadow lark
Or one dark cloud that hovers on the horizon
I am many memories from a long ago childhood
I am today and tomorrow
I am a teardrop filled with sorrow
I am the first rainbow of the season
I have many ways to sing a love song
Or tell a story, or share the laughter, or feel the glory
I am all the colors of our world
I am a disappointment, I am a  pearl
I am all races, all creeds, the scattering of all seeds
I am a leaf who's frayed by the wind
I am a friend, who stays till the end
I am all words unfurled into the light
I am all the broken hearts and hopes lost in the night
I am all the hurt, all the anger, all the joy, all the love
I am all who believe in God above
I am all who doubt
I am all who laugh, and sing, and wail and shout
I am unleashed with wild emotion
I am silent with devotion
I lay stepping stones to healing
I renew by sharing feelings
I am a few unbroken rules, a few enchanting jewels
I am the ember, I am the spark
I am unsure, in ways that count
I have been kind, I have been cruel
I have been curt, I have been hurt
I am a poet.........I have a heart
I am a season nearing autumn
I've climbed to the top, I've hit rock bottom
I am a mother, I am a wife
I have been taking, I have been giving
I have a family, they are my life
These are my reasons to be living

I AM



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For The "I Am" contest, sponsored by Frank Herrera
11/3/14


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Afghan Journey

I want to wear a djellabas. Blackness engulfing me in its tentlike refuge veiled in gauze. Or a burkha of blue with a screen over my face to hide my eyes. I want to wear rope sandals down a dusty Afghan road on the warmest of days with the wind whistling through the Khyber Pass. I want to know the language, taste the food, gaze at the bearded men I pass who will not know I am looking at them. They are handsome and brave in Kabul. I want to hear the children reciting the Koran in their Pushtu cadence and play upon a tabir with a beat of peace.


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I need it to rain

I need to hide
to drown my sorrow
to not feel obligated to stay a secret
the darkness to blanket my self inflicted pain
the thunder to stifle my screams
the lightening to set me on fire
I need it to rain...

I need to be revitalized and invigorated
to feel serene and tranquil
to be calm and collected
the darkness to bring me peace
the thunder to direct my mind
the lightening to guide my heart
I need it to rain...

I need to escape
to feel the ground at my feet
to feel the wind in my hair
the darkness to blind my captor
the thunder to clap in approval
the lightening to sever my shackles 
I need it to rain...

I need to grow
to heighten my potential
to cultivate and thrive
the darkness to shelter my fraility
the thunder to ward off any imminent danger
the lightening to strike as my weapon
I need it to rain...

I need to be laid to rest
for someone to cry for me
for someone to long for me
the darkness to resemble my abscence
the thunder to echo my voice through your ears
the lightening to flash visions of me before your eyes
I need it to rain...


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'Rewrite your ending'


If you continue to hide How will they know? Who you are What you are Behind all the guilt Hidden behind the negative thoughts
A gem
You don’t realise the depth of you You don’t get the image God sees when He looks at you Faults - mistakes all forgotten Shackles broken long ago The only prison you are in; is man made By your hands By your thoughts By the misconstrued image you see In others eyes Focus on your race Not those around you This chapter is for your book It's your path
©101120141445


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A Summer To Remember

A Summer To Remember



Summer exhausted, the fall chill begins
    in those first days you and I fell
    into each other as water into the sea
    sunshine was you, light was all me
Winter's snows saw us meet its deep cold
    a team that danced in that icy glory
    sweet ink wrote our special story
Spring, our lives embraced a great renewal
    beautiful pictures sought we out
    tempting each into adventurous journeys 
Summer returned, I found your shadow had fled
    our love emerged from its sheltered cocoon
    seeking love anew, its past left dead

R.J. Lindley


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Who Will I Follow

So many ask me to follow them
through rusty gates and broken doors
Where will I be led
whom shall I follow
Are their directions better than my own?
Will I lead myself down the garden path?
confusion
Perplexed by messages
What will satisfy?
Is there meaning to life?
Blind guides speak loudly
painting pretty pictures on my mind
Enticing me with their magic
They speak like they know
They want me to see what they think they see
It is so close
just over the next horizon
Purpose, serenity
Being at one with the universe
Peace, love, understanding
I pick up a book
It warns me
there is but one way
Directed to the only Son 
A gift from the Father
The creator of all things
Earthly wisdom to be ignored
become as a little child
The opposite of all that I had known
A single narrow path
I am slowly guided along
no longer alone
I know who I will follow
I am on the road to home




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The Journey of a Tear

It often trickles slowly, timid and shy
From the inner eyelid of a song
Or down the cheek of a distant mountain
A sunset rising beyond the hill, or moonlight on the window sill
A rose in bloom…a drop of dew…so tiny, sweet and beautiful
It fills a cup with voiceless wonder, and deep affection
It languishes softly…with wild abandonment
And will not be tamed 

But, another kind is rooted deep
Buried where the light can’t reach
The anguish of the world falls on it’s cheek
It dwells beside the hopeless shore
Till the waves crash too loudly to be ignored
The first single tear drifts down the walls
Into the shadowy tide of a river, longing
Bleeding old wounds, through all the old hurts
Looking for a place to hide
The sky above the earth will darken
Behind a leaden, lumpy cloud bank
Now the day has puckered up a bottom lip
Round spattering tears are warm
Prelude to the storm
The day will weep
Until it falls asleep





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For the One Silver Tear Contest: 7/26/12


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Unfinished

Youth I remember you well The happiness and the perfection A lifetime in which to dwell No worries to block my path Playing make believe with my dolls Unaware of the passage of time and age Oblivious to hate and cruelty Happy and content with my thoughts No nightmares to disturb my peace Teddy bear pressed to my cheek Friends to laugh with A Mom and Dad to hold close Boyfriends that came and went A long life ahead A career, love, marriage, children No rock left unturned Elder Do I know this reflection This woman who bears my name Where did the little girl of yesterday go And the woman that was me She only resides inside nowadays My hair has lost its sparkle My cheeks are hollow and pale Eyes that are too dark and empty My beauty has faded away Many deaths have left me alone Nightmares rock me to sleep In the dark I weep I fear the end and wish it also The pain of old age pulses in my bones Dear God, take me home Death I lay beneath the green earth In peace I dwell Here I watch the changing sky The rain drenches me The snow is beautiful as it lays upon me The sun soothes my bones The cool earth wraps me in her arms Filigree clouds drift by dreamily I listen to the wind in the trees I hear the voices weep above me I gather each falling tear Death is not such a terrible place I want to say to those above The youth of yesterday was fleeting My elder years were long and painful And only death has loved me well Now I reside in Paradise My only regret are things left unfinished June 21, 2013 Free Verse For the contest, Talking to Yourself


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I Drink of Life

I drink of Life
Of lavish beauty
Consuming its fragility 

I drink of Death
From which I flee
And cheat with immortality

I drink of pain
Its utter grief
And spew out my humanity

I drink of time
Of frozen bliss
And Change’s continuity

I drink of love
And drag it deep
For it is my serenity




© Donna Golden; December 25, 2014




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I AM LIVING

It is the old man from the threefold of life 
To whom I have taken control on this
But the poet whatever 
The cause should be 
The one who must walk 
Along the concept
For which beauty fades from 
Measure of apparent
Size of naturalistic explanations
Regardless how rich your heart is 
And none of us is able pass through.

It is the poet who is living 
Psychologically into this burrow of guesses 
And paradises within him
With reflection and with correction 
Of life this creates such 
A record that commands he must live or die.


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Moving On

Moving On

we are human tuning forks
vibrating to our own frequencies
searching for the rhythm and the pulse
of the universe
the peace of mind
we're looking to find
the occasional perfect moment
to prove we're not blind
so I accept my flaws
and their probable cause
because in the last place to dream
there can be no laws


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Sanctuary of Obscurity

Dare one impose upon the primitive soul, Revolving around solitude—a savant hold warmer than the sun Entranced by every ideal—loving many and no one Would they hesitate to break the sensational sway… As petals of tiger lilies fall upon its sunset eyes Tremulous sighs and exhalations—dedicated to wisdom Looking to the sky…a vast wilderness of celestial light Fixated in the center of star-drafted darkness The wheel of its heart turns smoothly Oiled with only the finest knowledge With brutal truths seeping into the empty spaces Not even the most charming can break its stance Feeble smiles melt away into frustrated admiration For not one could dare embark upon her spirit Without looking first deep within himself Tearing apart the pride that so recklessly razes Ensnaring all that behold him All but one Had one selflessly walked into the midst of this fraction of heaven, He would watch faithfully a sunrise on the legs of endurance And the embracing, smiling arms of patience If one only left their guard for the Sanctuary of Obscurity The skies of white light upon dark would open in reverence The lips that are so fixated upon moist discovery Would have their gentle hold on mortal purity To allow such a moment to exist, Kindheartedness must coexist And hovering humility harnessed deep in vicious sincerity


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The Journey

light 
surrounds me
green field, stretching
lasting forever

i run free
free of torment
free of guilt
free of judgement

the wind
seems to flow through me 
I've never felt this before
im convinced it's a dream
but i can't wake up 

i come across a grove of trees 
and i lie down
i feel the wind
i feel the sky, the birds...the peace

i see a stump of 
a old oak tree
i feel a tear come down
wanting to fall, 
i feel for the tree 

i cry, i sob
i don't know why 
the stump tells me something 
a whisper, a secret
that's meant to keep

the secret i treasure
deep inside
like a promise

i keep running 
until i cant run
anymore, any longer

i again think of 
the stump
i start to cry
before i tell myself, 
control your emotions!

i keep running... 
i think of my life
before
i fell asleep

i see family
cheerful
happy
without me

i don't want 
to go back to those times
i want to go forward, 
never look back
i keep running

i think back to
my mother:
kind eyes
loving hands
caring acts
my father:
strong hads
firm beliefs
forgiving tone of voice

i stop and i think to myself, 
if i go back, my future is 
wasted
i won't be able to lice
freely, without a care
in the world

i think to the secret
i feel like shouting it 
to the world
but the stump...
what if i broke my promise
what if i couldn't control my emotions
what if i got stuck in this world
what if i want to...
what if... 

i keep running
i keep running
i keep running
i keep running

my mind is racing
my heart is beating
m legs ar trembling

i feel as though 
i will fall 
but 
i keep running

tears stream down my cheeks
and the world aroung me changes 
so fast
that i don't see it coming

the green field to to dry,
dead plants, dead field
i don't know where i am anymore

i see the grove in the distance 
i run to the stump
i fall upon it and

cry, cry like 
a thousand storms compiled
together

together 
like my family
i forget about my future
i force myself into the past
my future is wasted tomorrow is forgotten
the stump stares at me
forcing its wa into my
memory

memory
past
gone

the grove is no longer 
beautiful

the stump is gone 
everything is gone
i stand there, 
blinded by my own fury
i despise myself for not listening to my own advice

i feel an emtiness
almost like a numbness
where i feel nothing
i see nothing

but i learn to fight
fight to look forward
fight to find my future
to forget about things
that should be forgotten
to forget about my past
the emptiness surrounding me 
starts to fadde
more and more green the field becomes
little by little
the color is restored
the more i fight
the faster it grows, 
the more i can forget
the greener it gets

i keep fighting
i refuse to stop
the world come back
to me

i keep running
this time of fear
fear that whatever i do 
isn't good enough

until i see the stump

just seeing it helps me realize
that im not the only one 
i whisper, i feel for you
it answers, i love you

i will not leave the stump
for it is my friend
but it tells me, you can always come
back
i will, i say
for you

AND I KEEP RUNNING

i have found my hapiness 
it is here inside me, 
the stump, the grove, 
the field, everything

i know that i can return
whenever i need to get away
from my past, my present
to see my future
to look forward
to not break my promises
to keep secrets and 
to not abandon those i love

this world has taught 
me that, happiness is with me
whenever i need it
i just can close my eyes and 
see my future
fight for what i need
fight for what i want
to FIGHT

AND...

to keep running


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walk with Alex

Alone is how I usually take my path
But I’m lost, so walk with me
To make sure I make it back
Just listen you don’t have to talk to me

I’ve become so strong can I be weak for a moment?
But I can’t even comprehend being beat by an opponent
I learned I’m responsible for my own failure or success
And I have to find my own happiness as life will provide you enough upset

Got told I’d be dead by 21 didn’t think I’d make it this far
People who hurt me don’t deserve a place in my scars
While the scars remain and I don’t fear getting more
I cut people off the moment they cause a break in my heart

Forced to grow up fast never got a chance to be young and stupid
While I was a teenager I couldn’t even pretend to be dumb and useless
I started to listen to my head and follow my heart
But soon enough I realised you can’t run from cupid

Some girls won’t give me a chance as they think I’m a playa and that I haven’t changed
And I probably don’t put myself in a good light with my poetry
Nut I can’t be anyone else so am I wrong for showing me?
If you take the opportunity to get to know me you’d see I’m not the same

I’m guilty for my mistakes never claimed to be innocent
Went from being hot-headed to calm after controlling my temperament
But I didn’t lash out at people I hurt myself
Cleaning out my closet but I’m not Eminem

Went from saying “i’m not crazy and I don’t need help”
To “I’m crazy but still don’t need help”
To “I’m crazy and need help but won’t accept it”
If you haven’t suffered with mental illness you won’t get it

8 years with my friend depression it’s a battle I’m fighting daily
Tells me I’ve lost my talent for poetry and there’s nothing good in my writings lately
Brain controlled by a disease I may never see
But I’m still trying to better me

How can people not see how much I’ve grown? 
Freed my demons and skeletons so I’m no longer alone
Voices in my head continue to talk to me
I just needed someone to come on this walk with me 


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For the Dying, a Journey through the Alphabet

Avoid becoming concrete.
Death encroaching
freezes great hearts.
Illuminate joy.
Kindle love.
Magnify!
Never orally
practice quaint
rhetoric. Speak truths.
usurp violent waters.
X-ray your zenith.


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Walking Baby's Journey

Taking baby steps these days,
they hurt less than leaps and bounds.

An unusually negative way of saying:
small steps feel more contenting right now,
than larger plans for different memories.

What are these larger plans for different memories
you back away from right now?
How might you hang onto this dream
or avoid this nightmare
while continuing with your contented smallish steps?

Could you write and storytell yourself through both messages,
perhaps nesting one within the other,
usually the smaller steps within the larger praxis and storyline
like a personal journal entry,
nested within each Earth Day headline.

Of which hopes and dreams is your life iconic,
as it is,
and becomes obvious by simply unweaving your story backward,
back through Earth's spacetime enculturing history?

How you are different and the same as your grandmother
writes the most recent episode in your epic
of how you are different and the same as Grandmother Moon,
languages the most recent episode
in the universal epic
of how you are different and the same as  your Elder cousins,
Sun and Earth,
Yang on Yin, yet again,
Fire's dynamic effect on Water's self-absorptive evaporation.

Let's Spring those Baby Steps, girl!
Stop with this winterish wilting in silo of shadow,
please.

Thanks.

OK, so, who and/or what's next?

I need to find a less expressive way of living.
Oh, wait, that's called not living.
Hmmm, what to do....