In the beginning
Was the word..
Beginning the dream
Of separation..
And the birth of
Other words
Attempting to
Explain that first
Inexplainable word...
Categories:
inexplainable, happiness, spoken word, voice,
Form: Blitz
Abducted Worker
He was riding his moped to the office to work
The alien craft hovered over him and took him
It left his moped by the roadside needing the rider
In a blast of silent light he was plonked down
No longer on his wheels somewhere else entirely
Like the X-Files but real different yet familiar
Like he'd been hear before that was inexplainable
He knew in ways he was home from home
Even if he cried sweated shook wondered what the ?
How can this be happening to me right now?
UFOs don't exist nor do little green men
Or grey ones like these here now
They greeted him he nodded and waved
It was like being back with friends!
Even if three feet tall and grey and ugly
They had a strange yet interesting craft
Bigger inside than out like Dr Who?
His moped was similar for it was a vehicle
Made to go from A to B and do a job
The question was what why where and who?
He didn't know the answers just now
He'd soon find out their aims and wants
Before they let him go again...
Categories:
inexplainable, absence, leaving, truth,
Form: Free verse
There are men who deserve to be loved
just because of their eyes,
naked souls which whisper
straight to your heart.
Star dust, soulmate, God's elemt.
Call it whatever you want,
there are no words explaining that bond.
Men you do not need to meet or touch
to offer them all the world's love
right from the moment you first heard them,
or looked into their pure, heavenlish, sad eyes.
Only God knows why we miss them
when they are gone.
Why we feel like if someone
ripped out a piece of us...
A piece we never knew we had.
And probably only God knows why
men who deserve that kind of
unconditional, inexplainable love
decide to give up and leave
while our hearts are broken into pieces
and refuse to accept their absence.
Even wind smells, feels and sounds like them...
In loving memory of Chris Cornell who has touched my soul in a very strange and inexplainable way.
Categories:
inexplainable, absence, death, love, men,
Form: Free verse
To my soul sistah my morning star
My stormy when there is bad weather
I can't explain what you do to my soul inexplainable but its love
Its raining in my mind
For your grace and wisdom has touched me forever
I'm into you and its true
I feel blessed with and knowing you
I wish I could wrap my arms around your pain
And hose it down with this true love rain
I'm here no matter what
I'm standing next to you even when I'm not
I love my stormy in all kinds of weather.
Categories:
inexplainable, imagination, love, visionary, love,
Form: Classicism
dazed days
in the e-jungle
of this wide, wired world
tell him this is not
the place to look for
what matters,
what's worthy;
unconvinced,
he stares, takes
a look at what to him
might turn out to be
a significant unknown
about what seems
and what is;
for there is
an inexplainable side
of what has been explained
that deserves a lifetime
of hard-headed searching
by the restless, explaining,
inexplicable mind !
Categories:
inexplainable, introspection, life, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
in matters spiritual,
the heart, not the mind,
is the teacher without equal.
if we are to hold on to something
that we can clearly understand,
something that is meaningful,
it must be to the inexplainable;
for pure tranquility of the soul
unknown to the doubtful mind,
and for joyful hope only known
to believing hearts, lean on faith;
this, the logical, scientific mind
rejects as mere emotionalism,
but the heart that truly knows
can hardly do so, in fact, cannot;
in matters spiritual,
the heart, not the mind,
is the teacher without equal.
Categories:
inexplainable, happiness, hope, life, teacher,
Form: Free verse