Lord, '
Frees souls, almighty cord,
Chord.
If you want to take
A hold of your life
Take over your mind
It frees you from all forms of limitations.
If you wanna know your soul
Heal your heart
You can't live fully
Amidst traumas
Memories always, bring back memories.
If you want to shine bright
Be the light
Because light got no shadows
It brings no sorrow
To make you shallow
But swallows all darkness.
I wanted to be a dancer when I was a little girl.
The magic, beauty of dance stayed in me.
Dance makes me groove and show off my graceful move.
Ooh, when I go dancing out there.
I feel I am free and in a magical place,
Self-expressing feelings.
So “Let that rhythm get into you”
Showing the beauty to be free and to live life.
Oh, dancing with gusto and zest shows my joy,
Feeling free to be free, feeling free to be me.
Let Your Light Shine Through
Doing What I Love – Mixed
Reading, Dancing, Writing
When I Go Dancing Out There
Magic of Dance
What Dance Makes Me
It’s Only Rock And Roll
Be Free Like Bird, Butterfly
Broken Dream
A Star Twinkling In The Sky
Day ends to be eve,
And mounting come memories
Gloomy heart to grieve.
Yet, sets in when late eve’s breeze,
From tether frees tied up ease.
O thou late eve’s breeze,
What if ye come all alone
Without memories,
To let me linger till dawn
When pleasant dreams play nigh prone.
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Tanka |04.04.2024| evening, memories, dreams
That was A Nasty from you,
The Coarsest from a shrew;
Men who’d ignore it few
To over it lengthily chew …
Your Upper Lip I might’ve attacked
And The Lower just swollen,
As through you’d my pockets ransacked
And my valuables stolen ...
Your utterances you’d made
To, perhaps, lower my grade
Their message, that of The Afraid
That my fame will never fade:
Gibbers which Fury frees
And would a victim freeze,
Their source foolishly excite,
Because vengeful blows invite.
Playing frees the mind up, and lets it scatter in the wind,
Zooming onto pirate ships, enjoying every single spin.
Playing keeps the heart young, with aluminum foil hats.
Painting, dancing, leaping, skipping, enjoying baby cats.
When work is a pain, pulling you down, making you sad.
It is time to get over this, and feel some intense glad.
If there is a better way than playing to free up your mind,
I have to admit to you, this magical beast is something I never did find.
Playing is the way we communicate with our friends.
Keeping creativity alive, in our brain, letting in possibility bends.
Imagination smiles upon us with love when we play.
There is simply no better way to enjoy our regular day.
Why do we have two days off work to meet with our friends?
Can you imagine the suffering if perpetual work never ends?
Playing gives us pure excited fresh soul happiness, keeps us enthused.
If we did not have playing, we would all be singing the blues.
I cross the darkest bridge of emotion
A sparrow small fighting a lonely storm
Salt filled traces fall wet in slow motion
To circle my sadness after they form
And lay on the long arch spanned to your eyes
They carry me far from my dim-lit cell
Where I was shackled to my sad disguise
Till' your wondrous love released me from hell
This gift, this treasure, this heartbeat we found
Gives strength to our bridge, so love can begin
And allow this arch to be sacred ground
When the death of sadness frees love again
When my years of pain burned out of control
You built a bridge to the well of my soul
5/13/20
contest Bridge Over Troubled Waters
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