I stood silent, gazing at the dilapidated walls of this beaten up edifice,
Stiff and frozen, I could see the colours were fading, no sheen, no grace,
The green leaves of the older trees, masking the mature walls with deep furrows,
The rain, insignificantly, left behind a blemish, still beauty could not vitate.
The aged worn out castle still sings lullaby for the little girl in me,
The cool wrap of that long lost full moon, stil lulls me to sleep,
The memories of the adolescence, the cheer on the pink face,
I stood silent, bedraggled feet, heart heavy, eyes drooping to weep.
.
Ticking clock
Insignificantly
Measures
Everything
I could never have reached the moon,
Looking at the stardust of the past.
I seemed to have been bounced from wall to wall.
However,I lived all my life as each day was my last!
Some people wanted me, to a conformist be?
That idea so offensive, please I begged, pour hot oil on me!
I fought so many fights, just to stay alive.
And fought for the lives of all my soul sisters and soul brothers,
So they indeed would thrive!
Even today, I will fight because evil is everywhere.
And, I better stop quelling on my being insignificantly, popular.
And on my sore knees do I fall!
No moaning nor weeping about my past..
Thanking my God for His cornucopia of His all.
Just speaking out and doing my best!
Till my very warm last breath...
For to me, that is the only real test!
October 1st, 2019
Poem inspired by Line Gauthier
The purple moment of the canvassed dome
Pink pastel orgies like Miami in the eighties
A figure sits insignificantly on the periphery
To be of her dream is to need to be seen
In the drunken painter's delusion
If she weren't so high there'd be no coral sky
To chart our own dreams by
August 9, 2018
Why are there stars?
Or are they millions of fires in the sky
That do not die?
Or are they souls of fireflies
Flown out beyond our reach?
Or are they tiny windows
To other places?
Why are there stars?
The stars are there
To make us ask if we are the only
The stars are there
To show how insignificantly we each shine alone
The stars are there
To show how important we all are together
That we are given stars to see
Why are there Stars?
I cannot say for certain
I wish I understood
I will watch them and try to learn, then
I will tell you
Why there are stars
Written July 4, 2018
...food for thought...
...we all have sinned and most likely will sin again...
...especially in the lust department, even in thought, among others...
...therefore must we be, the...
Disciples of Discipline
Within reflections of forever…
falling thru the nonextant never,
Of the solitudes that sever…
the silences from the suppressor,
For time stands still inside…
as the hammers of the gods hide,
The disciples of discipline abide…
as their latent life is deprived.
Where the wakeful wounds accumulate and begin to magistrate
Like idols, they incarnate within their noxious nocturnal negate
Their hearts turn to stone as the afflicted anguish will dethrone
With their shadow skeletal shown standing insignificantly alone
Where angels do not tread…
and the demons are kept fleshly fed,
And the tears that have bled…
secreted solitudes that have shed,
The deceptive darkness drowns…
the salacity of stillness frowns,
For in the silence of screams sounds…
and the sacrifice surrounds.
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May.25.2018
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Between heaven and earth is so much more
You and I are for instance, but before
We were, there was and forever will be
The imprint of who will be you and me
Through closed eyelids rosy light glows warm
Swaying left and right in golden sundust swarm
My wheels so insignificantly leave prints in timeless
Everlasting sand, tossed in tides, boundless
In faraway blue green, a scaled-down ship
Moves motionless, on a never ending trip
And we, beneath a humbling firmament
See immense constellations with no end
We sit here silent, hand in hand meditating
How balance in this world, weighing
On us, harmonizes love and awe in us both
Reconciliation of life, we speak our silent oath
***
January 29, 2017
Ambitious and dogged determined, a dreamer is he
Never contented to be held in any form of captivity
Never allowing one's self to be treated insignificantly
Like an eagle is he, always longing to be free
Never knowing how far one could go, a visionary is he
The broad and open spaces are where he longs to be
Sometimes going north, looking east, returning south
But settling out West, where eagles build their nests
Although strong and steady like an old oak tree
Yet he roams outside the box, a trail blazer is he
Maybe never gaining the success as he dreamed he would
But kept on working, doing the very best that he could
Hoping to finish the race like he knows he should
Zeal and speed are great, as we all agree
But if it's "a finisher" that you really want to be,
The spirit of dedication, discipline, and endurance is the key
Many there are who may be called to be great starters
Some there are who drop the ball and are frozen in the middle
Fewer still are those who boldly step up to become the great finishers
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What happens between these
walls stays between these
walls,the walls that my head are
too familiar with,i've had
shortlived rendezvous so often
that I know wonder if these
walls feel what I feel
inside,something I will never
enlighten a soul about
It seems like I "fall down the
stairs" a lot these days,the
same way my tears tumble
down my face insignificantly
After all it is a frequent
ritual,resist,my meeting with the
walls is scheduled and the Nile
river flows
These anonymous tears will
forever flow,singing the cliche
song of a broken home
who am i
to write anything
or to even think
i might have something worthwhile to say?
i’m nothing more, after all
than one insignificantly small
molecule of water in the ocean
of eternity, wondering if
any of my thoughts intangible
or written will make even
one iota of a difference
when I’m gone. i must be
miserably mistaken thinking that
there’s more to life than what i think
about what here and now lies
beautifully beyond
the reach of my meager mind
striving to find
some meaning in the minimal
confines of earth-bound time.
LOVE IS
the ultimate answer to the dilemma
of reaching for who i am. deep
in the heart of life and death
is the ONE inside WHO
helps us under-
stand.
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