Long Seperation Poems
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O Jodhpur sky, vast and wide,
You sparkled late in starry light.
Your silence so deep,
Made my longing heart yield with ease.
Pink and purple in the vesper,
Yellow-orange at dusk, so tender.
You guide and embrace my texture,
My soul wrapped tight in your rapture.
I declare my love to you,
My lips await your touch so true!
My hands & height - so small, so slight,
Will you accept my love, my light?
You stayed with me forever,
You rained when I cried,
You turned dry when I ached,
Is it pity or your love infinite?
I fear to leave - will you miss me?
Or will I lose you and Jodhpur's key?
Will you hide and forget me so fast,
Without a tear, as I fade to the past.
She sits alone in quiet of the night
as thoughts of him wrap ‘round her yearning heart,
and whispers ‘cross her skin; her flesh excites
while longing for his touch when they’re apart.
She yearns to gaze into his eyes of blue
while feeling his caress engulf her soul,
and have their hearts eclipse as love renews;
she longs for his return to make her whole.
She reaches for her parchment and her quill
to iterate her feelings and her doubts;
for him to know her longing thoughts instill,
and from this poet's pen, a poem pours out,
“My lonely spirit aches while you’re away,
and longs to feel your love as hearts replay.”
August 30, 2018
A treasure was hidden,
Dig deeper within,
Come with me,
Let our journey begin.
As the seeds crack open,
There's an energy explosion.
Life's magik potion,
creating miracles in motion.
invoking emotion, as the seed pod opens,
The roots start prodding and poking,
Their existence eroding,
Slowly growing,
Flowing with persistence.
Embracing resistance.
Obstacles slowing,
And showing the way.
Safely through the darkness,
As they play.
Building their foundation,
to maintain its creation,
generation after generation.
While lost in translation,
We build blind nations,
Littered with false expectations.
All of us,
Trained in seperation,
Disguising our true relation,
Your unique aspect,
To add to Creation.
All of our roots Entwined,
our energy combined,
you'll find,
Only as ONE,
Can we act as the divine.
Search for your purpose.
Fight for the light.
Break through the surface,
Be vibrant and bright.
You can feel the shine,
as GOD tingles down your spine.
Gifting you the power,
To create your life's design.
Keep an open mind,
as you find out,
more about,
The SEEDS you plant,
And the LEAVES that sprout.
Trump nation
Is a nation full of allegations
A nation built upon seperation
Trump nation will bring wars
A nation from segregation
Some believe he's a monster
Trump nation is it for truth
Is it a conspiracy
Too soon to tell
Trump nation makes you believe in illusions
Its own party hates the idea of it
Many fear it
Many can't see pass the hype
Positve or negative
Trump nation has you captivated
Will it win an election
Will it make things worse
I just wish to see honesty and integrity
For once in an office as powerful as this
So we will see if Trump nation is the way
As for Clinton's chances i pray this nation won't be fooled
For a first time in history again.
His presence made me weary and I often felt frustrated with him in spite of the fact that I was his wife and should have felt more joy being near him. Instead of the marital bliss I’d yearned for when I married him I felt like a mother to a toddler who did things unnecessarily and in contrast of what I’d expected them to do. He would end up telling me I spoke to him like he was a child and I would always think, I know I do and I shouldn’t, but why, oh, why, must he act like that child I’m trying to treat like an adult. He is gone now and I’m aware that I should be feeling something other than a great relief, but, even though I feel a little guilty for my feelings, I feel relieved and a bit better than I ever did in his presence. He was a frustration to me instead of a friend and companion. He made me feel like I was his mother and I was too young to be a mother to someone his age. He left me because I couldn’t be the mother of someone who was supposed to be my husband. For that, I am now feeling more alive and like moving forward with dreams that I might have pushed aside if he were still here with me. I pray for him but I am thankful for the separation.
A bird feeds her young
Then pushes them from the nest
To fly far away
The wrath of God
Was released in that day
He watched his son crucified
And then raised him on that day appointed
To fulfill what
All the prophets had revealed
For his anger of this wicked world
Was released through his Love
And sacrifice of his son
That broke those that seek
From the yoke of sin or death
The wrath of God
In this time
Comes from the division
Of ones following
One that has a mindset in this world
For Jesus has provided
Those with a broken spirit
And contrite heart
To inherit a new creation
If we can get out of the way
And allow him to burn
Away all the impurities
We have gained from this wicked generation
From which we received from our ancestors
The wrath of God
Is remaining in this wicked generation
For they believe they can withstand
And take care of themselves
For they can only see the things in front of them
And not the unseen battle
Of the spirit and soul
Resisting his love and guidance
To remain in death or forever
Seperation of the Omega and Alpha
Through Jesus we can
Inherit the spirit of fire
That gives new life and mindset
That will allow one to see the
Evil that runs rampant around them
The wrath of God
Indeed did not come to bring peace to this world
But division directly
Into those that call out
Seperation from the oldman
Breaking one free of themselves
To be reborn
Not of the flesh of this world
But of the spirit, truth and love
Do not worry trying to get your
Life in order looking for all the signs
For the only sign that will withstand
Is that breath of life placed within
That Jesus came to fulfill
We can not see it like the wind
But the effects and transformation
Of one walking in the spirit
Is a light in a world of darkness
When silver goes to a refinery
It is not appealing to the eye
But after it goes in the fire
To burn away all the impurities
One shall see
There reflection
As Jesus wants to show through
Those which allow
I Love all of you
And pray for your walk in the I AM
For we all need to use the gift he has given us
The hand does not work as well
When all the fingers
Are not in motion
Do not expect this world to comprehend
For he has paid the price
To bring you out of it
I'm going back to the beginning of the ending in everything. Like the past kaliedascoping inside a mind wired with colorful glimpses hiding behind reflective times. I must reconcile the spinning and twitching of memories flying by, by balancing out my time in this present life, latching on to the fact that I attract the most unrelatable circumstances to my table of unfed; crying icicle tears of lonliness...Asking, why do I even try to make sense of all this mess? Hmmm...What a situation I have looking back into....Its a maze-filled haze of unregrettable, tending to those psychopathic energy draining endeavors....from misguided tenderly trying to fix the situation into a happily ever after ending that never materializes because.......
In the beginning, there was the original sin; whereby evil seduced a new creation into the delusional thinking that there was more happiness in the taking of what didn't belong to her, than by being obedient before her maker....Beguiling her wiles was a slithering satanic smile with the plight of her newborn, slain inside murderous intentions rendering her immobilized with desperation riddled, there was no forgiveness, depression; the first instance of mourning through the imperfection in her choosing her type of seperation anxiety bereft of a Father leaving her cold naked and exposed because of how she chose to reject what was perfectly shameless and holy,.
If she had a chance, would she go back to the beginning making the ending amended, choosing wisely, instead of putting faith in a fork- tounged liar that promised.....her eyes would be opened and she would be just like God knowing evil and good, that she would never die....because of the evilness. in his lie.......spinning the kaleidoscope into mind bending times...my oh my,....
From a time of being disturbed without each other,
to a time of not meeting each other for days,
a sequence of events have turned our lives
to connect us with our respective journeys
But behind the enthusiasm about 'keep going in life',
underneath the blanket of self help at times
tears shed in grieve, pain and utter regret
of not living life as fantastic as the past
in each other's company creating unforgettable memories,
a bunch talks to share, a partner in crime at service.....
There lies a void corner of intense longing at the end
to see you safe and sound before this long journey ends
Those brief yet special moments of glee
might conceal the cracks developed over the years
The journey beginning with us together
would complete with our tears of sheer delight!
Until then, let not this period of seperation
take away our smiles, like those when we used to meet....
#bestfriends
These nights are solid gold
illuminated with the essence of word
Chinese faces and African soul
So many truths go untold
Lies will always charge a toll
So does temptation burn in you
Are Do you live a lie with no sin
Do you know Were your going
And remember were you been
Because I've seen the sights of southern spirits
Stared in the eyes of Egyptian gods
Spoke in the voice of buddah
And I know why the holy light shines
I started excistance in simple form
Wondering through prelife purgatory
I inevitably cross paths with my soul mate
Sandy skin with Indian eyes
Humble as a peasant but a princess in disquise
Predestined to be one for a moment of infinity
We found yourself alone warmed by fire
Speaking with know words
With one beautiful glance from her, this belly dancer
With a sequential soul
Time seem to waking the slumbering winds
As we made love under a speckled chime sky
As I woke to be led away by a man in a velvet robe
The seperation left us with ever present question,
Why?
As we continued this journey to the beginning
He spoke of how life is a journey, be bold
And as He and I came to the end of a golden road
I awoke a baby with a angels soul.
I have tasted the love in southern spirits
Spoke in the voice of egyption gods
Been wrapped in the arms of buddah
And I've seen holy light shine
For every hour, within so many days.
The minutes i counted as they sped away.
My heart was destroyed, left within the ashes.
The rememnants of life, fell from lowered lashes.
One deep breath was held.
Held in desperation.
Desperation caused from seperation...
For every whimper swallowed, before escaping.
For every time things were mistaken.
A scar formed, marring the beauty of love.
Another scar given, as each time I shoved.
Another deep breath held.
Held in pain.
Pain that had left its mark.
For every chance taken, yet never taken.
For every decision maken that was mistaken.
For every heart beat that's still beating
I stand now, my past I'm defeating.
A breath taken deeply.
Deeply releasing a past.
A Past that is no longer my prison.