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the ego
poisons
the potential
rots my patch of peaches
i planted peaches myself
the ego
needs time
to gaze
and to grow
to ruin
to be
the ego
ruthless
admire the ambition
the ego
relentless
the chase
but here i am
chasing
since the beginnings
of time
i am
lost
in the pursuit
of pursing
you
since the beginnings of time
i have been pursuing you
naked truths
clothed in pride
unclothed again
by the ego
the ego
it strips away
me
bursts open
all my structures
my comforts
move
here i am
uncomfortable
moved and eased by you
the ego
levitating
over calm, warm waters
within seconds of wintertime
the ego
ruins me
there's nothing i love more
an embrace
i crave
promises
i crave
more
i hunger
starve
and i thirst
after the ego
the pain, oh the pain
i lay
in my dead patch of tangy peaches
hiding
from
tonight..
The beginning of another Summer means the end of another Spring
and I wonder as with all transitions what this new beginning will bring…
And it makes me think about beginnings and endings
will this new beginning bring us joy…or strife
and it makes me wonder how beginnings and endings
fit into a life.
Life is a series of beginnings and endings
they loom in the shadows like silhouettes
Every birth has a death, every start has its finish,
every sunrise…its sunset
And though it’s true we experience beginning and endings
wherever we go and in whatever we choose to do
most of our life is spent in the middle
living between the two.
Certainly every beginning is important
as are the times we bid adieu
but isn’t it in the middles of our life
where most of our dreams come true?
So the next time you think about a beginning…
or an ending
take a moment
close your eyes…
and remember all that happened in between…
in the middle…
where our happiness lies…
I fell silently to the tiled floor,
As the warm crimson stain spread.
The past, present, and future collided,
With an explosion of vibrant colors.
Hovering above the remnants of flesh,
I was drawn towards a blinding radiance.
It enfolded me in a quilt of comfort,
Awakened to a pristine moment of clarity.
Flooded with the knowledge of pending queries,
That was previously beyond my comprehension.
Time and space succumbed to disembodied wings,
As I became a traveler of multiple dimensions.
Bearing witness to uncountable past lives,
Seeking a vessel of anonymous beginnings.
The universal prism of light broadened,
And I emerged into that next infancy.
I rode a star to catch a cloud,
which told me, how the sky was made.
The magic wand that birthed it, sang it into being;
each note, danced it into place.
From one lone star, there arose Gaia’s precious face;
her fertile womb, delivered me, into life’s embrace.
Miraculous are the heavens; the siblings of her kind;
how they swirl and twirl; a square dance, in the never ending sky.
When I gaze upon them; telescoping eye does find,
that these celestial wonders, enjoy watching my own kind.
The faces looking back at me; I feel within my chest;
are no less special than I am; we’re all Gods personal best.
Now you may think that stars, are much different than we folk,
but upon you is the greatest, of all the cosmic jokes.
All of life is energy; the planets are no less.
Like us, they were all thought into being; just made manifest.
The breath of God, is in us all; plant, animal and rock.
There is no such thing as time; no ticking, cosmic clock.
Perception’s an adventure; whatever you perceive;
be sure your mind stays open and miracles, you will see.
Just leap upon a star and ride; it can take you anywhere.
Infinity is wondrous; you’ll forget all your cares.
Come taste of the ambrosia and satisfy your nose,
with scents of sapphire and ruby; your senses will be transposed!
COME, LETS BEAT THE ANCESTRAL DRUM
Sitting here flowing
through the meters of time
like a smooth spring stream
meandering through forest greens,
I peruse the many folds
of the caverns of this fluid mind of mine;
searching for words that would rhyme
to tell the stories of illustrious dreams.
Life can sometimes be void,
emotionless and quite stoic; but
such cannot be the condition or position
of the darker hued poet.
We too, have stories of old to be told too;
the eager minded needing to know.
So rise you mighty Griots; and
weave the tales of our great kings and queens.
Let us hail the coming of ages
of our beginnings here; landing
packed like sardines in a can---
we have still survived;
And now here we stand rooted in this land;
no longer shrouded by the veil of fear.
Body and Soul, we‘re still here;
a new day has dawned and we’ve arrived.
Come children, beat the ancestral drum:
Ba Dom! Ba Dom! Ba Dom! Dom! Dum!
Its Jubilee time! Liberation time! Beat the drum:
Ba Dom! Dom! Dom! De Dum! Dom Dum!
The freedom bell has rung:
Ba dom dom dom!
New Beginnings
Now rising from a silhouette stronghold stands in its shadow, a servant’s heart
Enters tenacious consecrated emptiness as hope ponders distant pipes
When black crust lichen invades – enslaves - the mason’s ancient framework
Bits of falling pebbles facelift rough cheeks pitted by mortar’s mortal tears
Even as granite blocks shudder in grieving poverty of unsettled gloom
Grabs at careless jaundice of moss and age against the scribed ascent of ancient angels -
In corniced images of corn and elephants restored – tree of life woven in stone fabric
Navigates new christened knights and chisels to Nativity and an empty tomb
Noble dream to beatify anointed prophecies in crypts of holy mysteries and legend
Intrigue of time - visions of a hallowed grail lost as eyes still search for holy treasure
Now, living citadel, new beginning with no end, soaring sandstone above sanctified crypts
Gospel message retold in vaulted arches and in rainbows of alabaster illumination -
Strong walls like Templar arms guard breathing stone, a new grail, synonym for the redeemed.
Dedicated to the restoration, the new life, of Rosslyn Chapel, Scotland.
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Contest: New Beginnings
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Victorian Letter
Back in the day, it was simple.
Everything was equal.
Only whispers in the wind.
To gaze now and then.
Life was soulful.
Your company was delightful.
A beautiful song through a music box.
Key to your heart with a lock.
Just wondering how you’ve been.
Your hair in the sun is radiant.
A smile to give.
A new reason to live.
Continue growing.
Like pretty roses in the morning.
Wake up with coffee.
Morning conversation about new beginnings.
Can’t live without ya.
Running with deep thoughts.
Reveal true emotions.
All this time, you have been the one.
A Victorian letter written for you.
Your touch is always true.
I lay here, unarmed, and vulnerable to the damage that has been done. I want to cry, I can cry and I will.
The feeling of it all, discomforts me, hypnotizes me, leaves me wondering; who have I got left? I think and the answer terrifies me, shakes me; how come? I have no one.
These breaths, they puzzle me, how do I breathe for nothing? No one?
And yet so eagerly, I look up for better things, brighter beginnings, but the thought ends, will I truly be happy? Can something powerful enough in the days ahead of me give me comfort? Bring me peace?
Yes I have been fooled, betrayed several times now. I have figured out my flaws; I trust too much, love too much, and forgive. I don’t know why but I seem to refuse giving up this false matter, false clinging to this object, idea, or spirit, named “Hope”.
Yes it beats me up, yes I have been slain, slaughtered, and shattered; in the walls of denial, and query I was trapped, destined to taste suffer, with the eyes of mine I did see, moments, and events that slaughtered me like ice and fire, those eyes of mine, show me things I don’t wish to see, they slaughter me, although part of me, organs of my being, they still do. In the times where I thought I was strong, in times where I thought hope would save me, now it shatters me in the presence of all thy people, makes me its slave by clinging to it, begging for mercy, for chances, and for that I am weak. They all thought I was strong, unbreakable, but now everything proves them wrong; I do break..
These tears I thought will cleanse me, purify, and strengthen me, but now whenever I do cry; those tears are just like whips that drain out my strength, deteriorate my goals, and terrorize my dreams, and so I abandon them..
Good morning, family here’s to new beginnings.
As you wake and step into the world,
Think about who you won’t hurt today.
Think about the next person you see,
And how to bring a smile to their face.
Consider everything within your space
Your thoughts, your heart, your sacred place.
Tell yourself, This is mine to protect,
A sanctuary I must keep safe.
As we don our shields and garments
To walk through life’s uncertain roads,
Choose to step out with a smile,
For the world is heavy, burdened, and gray.
But your smile
It just might brighten someone’s day.
I love you all. Be safe.
And may your smile change this place.
Hold my hand and let me guide you through life,
Kiss you full on your lips make you my wife,
shower of petals, blessings down the aisle,
each step we take be full of love each mile!
beginnings beautiful, freshness of morn,
new hopes and wishes for each life new born,
meadows are green and bird nests twitter cheer,
happy faces, whistles from all so dear.
bells bring blessings from high heavens above,
turning treadmill of life for some more love,
rivers flow new with greater zest today,
each heart has a wish, every lip shall pray.
blessings from all your family and friends,
your love journey begins to stay all ends.