Long Pinpoint Poems
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Why the warmth in your skin
Brightens my world from dim
I do not know why
I do not know why for only you I'd die
I can't explain the kisses from your lips
I definitely can identify your familiar grasp around my hips
I can't explain why you melt my heart
I can't explain to you why it hurts when we're apart
I can explain your sight and your seducing baby blue eyes
I can't explain why you make me feel safe when you tower over me in size
I can truly tell you why you qualify for my love
But I can't explain to you why you were sent just for me from above
I can feel your arms tight around me
I can't explain why for you I trust to help me see
I can't explain the butterflies fluttering deep inside
And I can't explain why I am the one who can break your pride
I can explain the feeling when you touch me
I can't explain why only for you I choose to see
I can't explain the deep palpitations inside every beat
I can't explain why just for you, I chose to reserve a seat
I can't explain the short breaths when I see your face
But I can pinpoint exactly your lips and the sweet taste
I can't explain why you want to be a dad
But I also can't explain the random reasons why I get mad
I can definitely explain to you the bleeding in my soul
But I can't explain to you why my life has taken a toll
I can't explain in words why I love you so much
All I can say is, "I love you," and such and such
I can't explain with all the money in the world why I love you so
But here's a bold, "I LOVE YOU," on paper ~ so you know
I can't explain to you how somehow I get lost in your eyes
But I also can't explain why God randomly granted me this prize
I can tell you that I love you ~ I can tell you that I care
I can also tell you I need you ~ and I promise I'll be there...
The Trickle
by Odin Roark
But from a trickle
Streams of consciousness coalesce
Cascades enjoin seasoned rapids
Buffered by endless boundaries
Urged forward by more surging tributaries
Such adventurous energy
Wants only the oneness of here and now
The sustained awareness that perpetual peace is flux
A truth preparing for the next change
How lonely such a journey
The cumulative drip of awareness
This ethereal urgency at times made to pause
Knowing so few wish to aspire beyond
The “winning” limitation
Such is transcendence
Where gathering to its singularity
Accepts not of separation
Of predator and prey
Only the pinpoint known as nothingness
And everything
Perhaps…
For every frozen hesitancy
There waits a child
A newborn
A biological energy in process
Anxious to understand how simple yet complex
This existence labeled life truly is
Trickle by trickle
Dream schemes play across the screen
And third eye examines them,
Ever so closely; tonight,
Another etheric flight;
Will show me new horizons
And the beings that dwell there;
The archetypes and images.
Scenes play out in colors,
Shadows weave their magic;
I am inundated.
Visiting spirits came,
Just to bid me adieu;
My guides know what I need.
Somewhere the light starts,
To glow; a pinpoint,
Growing as it moves
Toward each scene, shines;
Revealing wisdom.
A dream is an
Education;
Dream and wisdom
Will come to you.
Dreaming mind,
Subconscious,
Library.
Dream long
And deep;
Dream.
The Feeling.
How long can someone be expected to hide,
That horrendous feeling that grows and then festers inside?
You wonder when it started and how on Earth you got here?
Hoping that maybe if you could pinpoint, you’d have less to fear…
You’ve tried to ignore it – push it away,
Yet every one of your efforts are futile; it’s with you to stay.
When you look, it seems like everyone around is living without a care,
While you’re living with that feeling you’re somehow drowning in air?
Friends ask how you are, and you tell them ‘I’m fine’,
When the truth is since you woke up, all you’ve been thinking about is wine.
Not to get drunk, ‘cause that’s not your style,
But something, anything to burn away that ache – just for a while.
You smile for your kids and try not to show it,
Then you see them look into your eyes and you know they know it.
Time to find your foundation and paste on ‘fun mum!’
Attempt to mask that feeling that never sets with the sun.
Your mum, bless her, never stops telling you you’re strong
But she knows more than most you’ve been strong for so long, too long?
And so how do you tell her her comfort just makes it worse?
You don’t. You keep quiet to stop the feeling from spreading like a curse.
Overwhelmed. Sad. Tired. Those words don’t seem to cut it.
It’s more like this feeling has filled you while emptying – thoroughly gutted.
Void of happiness. Anxious. Fearful and downright depressed.
Yes, although not exactly, those words describe it best.
So you wait… You hope… You eat, sleep and pray.
Maybe you’ll feel better, maybe today?
It’s ironic that you’re still able to dream when you barely sleep,
The alternative is no longer possible. With no tears, how does one weep?
On some days music doesn't sound the same
On those days you feel a little annoyed
Even though you can't pinpoint what is wrong
You just know the songs aren't taking you to the right place
You just know the songs aren't delivering the right message
On those days you rather sit in silence and listen to nothing
But you keep playing because you know they are your favorite songs
On some days the songs don't sound the same
On those days even melancholy sounds ecstatic
You repeat every song to no end
You sing loudly to every song
You dance to every song
The message delivered is exactly what you want to hear
And where ever the music take you is exactly where you want to be
And you keep on playing because you can't stop
Went searching for good enough and discovered it can only come from within myself
So I went back to the future in a DeLorean to try to pinpoint when things began to veer off track so I could alter time to put them back
It took a few trips after realizing I couldn’t quickly flip the script
Started by slowly chipping away to release the image I was trying to portray
Then pivoted to rewiring my circuits to help wrangle my inner circus
The process pivoted me from my head to my heart which granted me a fresh start
But it was only after I made the choice that I was able to hear a new inner voice
It started as a whisper but turned into a roar that I could no longer ignore
To wash over me to say what had been so tough, that I can relax and rest easy now since I am good enough
always happy and laughing, you lit up the room with your smile,
god used your expressions of love towards us lasting only for a while,
i'll never forget you, or the impressions you've made,
knowing you were dying, but in your heart the foundations were laid,
you knew where you'de be when your life here would end,
your memories touched my heart, a most cherished friend,
i was small when you left, but i knew where you would be,
a life now lived with god forever in the comfort of eternity,
you taught us each week with such enthusiasm as you read to us god's word,
you explained how to let jesus into our hearts with a smile that reassured,
you may have left us physically, but in my heart you are not gone,
your love for god was beautiful to me, and your memory still lives on,
how could i ever forget you,
i know i never will,
you were truly an angel sent from god, and his purpose you fufilled,
i remember asking my mom "why is she so happy, knowing that she is dying?"
"shouldn't she be very sad, shouldn't she be crying?"
my mother replied in a sweet tone of voice "that's because she has jesus living
in her heart."
"he makes her so happy, she forgets all her pain, and anticipates seeing him
when she'll depart."
i tried so hard to understand, as i watched her lift her hands, and praised god
while she was singing,
this truly was not the very end for her, but a new chapter and a new beginning,
god used an extradinary woman in my childhood to stir the curiousity in my heart
and mind,
to pinpoint the direction on where he wanted to take me, showing me there was
a love i'de soon be able to find.
Form:
The the funny thing about dreams is…
When you stop and look at the person you came to be….
you wonder…have I chosen this dream…or has this dream chosen me?
I had big dreams when I was young…of who I might grow up to be…
A doctor, an astronaut, a famous singer or athlete…with fans running after me.
Any of these professions, I’m sure, would have taken me very far…
I’d be rich, I’d live in a big house, wear expensive clothes and drive a fancy car.
But standing with my wife, next to our daughter
watching our granddaughter playing soccer…hoping for her success….
as I looked from one to the other to the other…I took a moment to reassess.
I never became any of those people who I dreamed I wanted to be…
Instead I became a teacher with a wife and a family.
I don’t know the exact moment…I can’t pinpoint where or when…
the dreams I had for me blended into the dreams I had for them.
Dreams that they be kind and gentle people…
that they be loving and forgiving…
Dreams that they be happy, healthy…
and content with the live they’re living.
I don’t know when or how this happened…the exact moment it came to be….
when the dreams I had for them became the dreams I had for me.
Which is why when I looked at my wife, daughter and granddaughter…
when I saw all that beauty in front of me…
I could not think of a better place…I would have ever dreamed I’d be.
You can find me
Hidden in plain sight
Through the ebbs and flows of life
Through the cracks and veins
Of the Acropolis’ stones
You can run into me
In the most shadowy corners
Of suburban alleys
Skating fluidly on metal bars
Impervious to any scratches and scars
You can spot me
At the first bolt of sunrise
Skimming over the water
Until the twilight fall
You can come across me
During your rest at that cozy inn
At the end of the downhill road
Or
During your usual antics in that rowdy tavern
Lit by endless stained-glass lamps
Whilst drinking from a bulky glass of beer
Enjoying the company of your peers
Who am I?
Perhaps
The reflection of the light
The darkest shadow of the night
Wandering freely before your eyes
It is me, right?
The one you claim
To be hard to find
To identify
To pinpoint in space and time
Well
I am all over the world
I am the elephant in the room
Boldy and gracefully stepping outside
At all hours of the day and night
For I
Am the essence of life
Always hidden in plain sight
I couldn't pinpoint the moment
When my movement changed
The current continued onward
So how could I know, underneath,
......my waters rearranged
As time carried on, and I along
Bubbles rose to the top, bursting
The still, calm, peace, gone
How could the River of Life
.....become so thirsty
I wanted to go South, but no
You drew me straight into your North
West and East not even considered
Where the rushing of tides
....working to bring LOVE forth
............into the glorious light of never ending day
I have desires, I want...something
I play it out like a genius playing chess
The movements and choices made by eternity
Who am I to make a willful play
....a fool bouncing out a well informed...guess
I once did all I wanted, secretly
Knowing that none wanted me to prosper
I found safety in you, releasing my flow
And at the exact moment I saw a form
......I lost HER
The woman you made me to be
Is flowing in you, finally free
Yet unison seems far from shores
When I pull back, again, to hold my moors
......securely in time, rushing toward eternity
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03/10/2020