Long Purpose Poems
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When you awaken in the morning
Remember that you're lucky to be alive
You have more time in your Hourglass
For your loved ones and your Life
Whatever the weather outside
Whether rainbows, rain or sunshine
Know that it's all part of the process
Nature gives us through seasons and rhymes
We may have challenging moments
We may have pain and tears
But we need to focus on Hope and Faith
Love and Light, not Darkness and Fears
Every single Soul
Has a Purpose and a Path
We are all connected
Part of the Universe's Heart
When we expand our Hearts
Focus on the Light instead of Dark
We ignite the Power of Positivity
And extend the Light like a Sparkler
Like magic the World lights up
We discover Joy and Peace and Harmony
And when we go to sleep at night
Our Connected Consciousness inspires our Dreams
The stars twinkle and giggle and play
In the Cosmos so filled with mystery
For they know that Magic and Miracles await
For Humanity's ultimate Destiny
Take nothing in this Life for granted
Have Gratitude every single Day
For you are part of the greatest Story
That ever was played out on a Stage
One day when we've overcome the Darkness
When the Light sets us all Free
We'll celebrate our Cosmic blessings
Beyond Starlight and Stardust and Being
We are the people of a new era, with patchwork hearts and longings in craters,
The generation of bold dreams sketched on shards of fallen stars.
Let us not forget, let us breathe in: the source of dizzying love springs from our depths,
From the secret garden of the self, where I and me merge in an embrace.
I shall not build a home in handshakes that wither flowers nearby,
I dare to cross over waters when my soul calls, barefoot on the soil of my resolutions,
Where those like me blossom, rising like walnuts in the midst of the desert - unfathomable, ever-growing.
Abandoned will be those masters of bitter whims, whose tangos crushed petals instead of igniting passions,
Those who sketch maps of woe on your beating heart, with anchors of injustice.
I shall be my keeper, the well-digger who delves deep until waters tear free from the dry sand.
I will speak in the voice of opening, with the heavy eyelids of sifted honesty,
I will listen with the blood, with the resonant cavity of my chest, a sacred space of resonance.
Trust in the arrow of the heart, that compass steering our journey through the dispersion of genuine kisses.
Remember, love is the expanse of the ocean that joins us in growth, not the steering of ships towards collision,
It's an ally, which, like the sun in the fight with the dawn, gives you the warmth needed to blossom in cold limestone.
Let's lay side by side the open books of our souls, page next to page of grand becoming.
And above all, over thought and feeling, I shall not leave to oblivion my case valued in divine gold,
I owe a love that rises beyond words, conditions, and chains,
A belief in my own purpose, a categorical refusal to accept anything less than stellar.
Believe in your own divinity, in the waves that beat at your eternity's gate, within you –
The house of love that knows no foreign altar, only its own, vigorous and freely sculpted.
What Belt?
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A belt...
an item meant to be worn around your waist
to hold up pants, shorts, etc...
the uses are numerous, but serves the main purpose.
BUT WAIT...
I saw a belt round the knees,
pants falling
hand to crotch pants holding
walking like they have a load in the drawers
but I seen their drawers too
I know what type they wear
and I think to myself....
What was the point of wearing pants
a belt
or underwear
perhaps..a onesie would be more appropriate
after all, we dressed you from birth, seems you still need help with your clothing.
Date:7/15/15
Jessica Thompson
Back straight, shoulders down. Straighten the computer. Stop staring at the purple walls.
Light the candle once, twice, three times -- why won’t it light? --
before the flame finally catches,
filling the room with the scent of pine.
Breathe in, breathe out. Start typing.
Sunlight slants across my fingertips, and I turn to face the source
impossibly far from the window.
The clouds are tinged the golden white of times flown by,
of the yarn of the Fates that winds tighter and tighter and tighter and tighter in your chest until you’re suffocating, asphyxiating, gasping for breath, panic turning your body to crumbling stone.
The mushrooms know this process well. It’s been inscribed in their DNA since well before humans were graced with the knowledge of how to care for their dead.
Over the eons, they’ve befriended Time and Death alike.
What would I give to have such an intimate connection with the two?
To sit back amongst shadows that drape me like a blanket rather than grip me like a vise?
Too much time has passed. Too many seconds lost. Time, time, time, slipping away from my scrambling fingers.
Can’t grip the yarn; too silky, too precious. The Fates wove quality too fine for mortals to grasp.
Clear thoughts like an etch-a-sketch, sending fireglow hair flying. Breathe in, breathe out.
Start typing.
The words that appear are damn near incomprehensible, shrouded and hidden by
ghosts of memories that weave themselves through my thoughts.
A dark lake house lit by candles and the fire in my eye as I take my grandma “exploring”
over forest-colored carpet and around oak tables,
a land she’s already familiar with.
How do I rectify that vision with what’s facing now?
112 feather-light pounds of gray hair and fading eyes,
reality’s cruel reward for a life of purpose and love.
I’m scrambling to keep up with all the changes, but my grasp is slipping.
Suddenly she’s falling faster than we thought.
The heater’s white noise is the only constant,
the handfuls of M&Ms the only distraction.
I’m all too aware of the bills I’m racking up,
too cognizant that synthetic dopamine only shoves away what’s real,
but I’m crumbling too fast to care.
Shaky breath in. Straighten the computer. Stop staring blankly at the purple walls.
There’s too much to do; the future’s jumping down your throat and running away.
Start typing.
The moon would be a dull, gray rock without the Sun's light.
An opinion would be a thought without one's voice.
A man would be useless without a purpose.
So, all the men that stand before me are nothing,
as they brandish their swords;
squeezing the hilt like my throat,
constricting the words from it before they're even spoken.
My men were tethered to Earth,
they tortured themselves daily for fleeting escape.
My luminous glow was their temptation, their envy.
As I was the moon;
a quiet beauty that spoke volumes.
My men chip away at my craters, their shadow swallowing the Sun's last rays.
I am now a rock;
Stoic, rigid.
Ruthless. Ruinous.
The light drained from my now-hollowed features.
A merciless wreckage pounded into rock, hollowed from its light.
space-time serves a purpose
being that, said 'space' is predetermined but,
it is dimensions of the fourth that matter
from depths to surface; a return from hell
(...till late at night that which mattered
would be broken, smote, and shattered
oers't my chamber floor, and
nothing more...)
now in the sun
i see
what it 'means'
to be free
(...uh! space-time
determined,
and, there-by
vermin...)
space changes,
it is a measure,
of time,
time rules
(the being
...time-space
...ah...
the god)
in time-space
now i find a way, andt
enjoy each and every second
of each and every day
(...i'm stll here
...never stray
...one foot in the grave
and eventually on my way)
Warm Heart Warm Hands
Evening fell with blizzard snow along the lake
It had turned to a thick smooth sheet of ice
Shades of gray black set in with the twilight
Ghost images of swirling snow
Changing forms and shapes over the frozen surface
Vanished and came to life again as I approached
I have been lost for hours walking aimlessly in the shadows
Of tall pines and blinding drifts
To emerge from there to here, no hope in sight
Then, through the obstructing snow, danger approached
A large gray wolf moved with conviction in my direction
In erratic movements left and right it stalked
Trying to hide between each snowflake to attack
Sizing me up as a meal or snack
The beast launched itself at me
Hysterical red eyes, dagger large fierce teeth
Demon growls exploded from deep within the beast
Sounding from a long history of savage lineage
To intimidate and frighten me
As it lunged full force to seize my neck
The long gun was at the ready
Fingers nearly frozen to the trigger
I fired the death shot to the brain
The sound roared through the valley
Quickly, I drew my hunting knife
Slit its belly clean open
Plunged both my frozen hands into the beast
To feel the hot wet flesh and organs of the creature
Blood and heart stopped pulsing but served their purpose
I could feel tingling in my fingers, so
Frost bite had been averted
I stayed the night side by side with the animal
Warm heart warm hands till morn
Sun burnt open on a new day
And with it this spectacle
Blood and guts
Some surreal survival
As I wrapped my bloodied hands in the green scarf
Marched in the direction of a glow
Coming over a snow covered landscape
Altered by the drifts
Still lost with a long way to go
I wonder often, about the ones we lose
How does the lord, he pick and choose
He picks his children, he picked his son
He picks the old, he picks the young
I wonder often, I wonder why
He gives us wings, for us to fly
He leaves behind, our voice and past
He sets the date, to be our last
I wonder often, who's next? I say
Who's next to fly, is it I today
Maybe it's you, or he or she
Sometimes I wish, it's not you, but me
I wonder often, why the kind, why the good
All my life, I've not understood
God only knows, but one day, we will know
What's the purpose and reason for the wings we all grow
My truths are firm but simple.
They are etched within my heart and soul
to lead my mind to follow every step- and honor
what I feel is true; what I think is kind.
Most times my mind needs balance
with heartfelt love and soulful prayers twinned around each truth:
my love for God, Family, Country, the World, and Life.
God keeps me centered- blessed to walk a worthy path.
Family is my strength for love and purpose;
Country- my patriotic feeling of belonging;
Our World- my constant prayers for true unity and peace.
And my Life- that these powerful truths will guide me
each day, week, month, and year;
that I will leave this life- feeling whole.
then the only people with a shadow of the truth
will be the people called the Isrealites
you know them as the Jews
Our merciful Lord has left them blind
their only purpose to save
the rest of man kind
but like i said they are blind
they will follow the wrong messiah
till the end of that time
but mean while up in heaven
shortly after meeting the Lord
they show us many mansions
where we would live from then on
we walked down the streets of gold
through gates made of pearl
and every few moments
we ran into people we knew
from the world
the reunions there filled our hearts so full
because many we hadn't seen in a while
and it was promised on our arrival
that as far as time was concerned
we had a while
(To be continued)