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~Moon & Sea~
Hey, boy won't you open that door?
Let's sing and walk by the shore
Come and spread out your eyes
Block looking for reasons, and ways?
The cosmos are more than a space to explore
Don't hide when I need.... Plus more.
Finish playing a master in disguise!
Let's find the perfect sunrise, sunset surprise.
Put your arms around me
Allow your moon to reflect off my sea
Too much time has passed you by
Come outside with and view the horizon up high
I've got my eyes set upon you
There's no need to feel blue
Hey, boy comes, climb up this tree!
I'm going to show you all the things you can't touch, you can't see.
Let's fit the luxury and beauty of this world into our play.
Don't say them words that will set me free to walk away.
Take this kiss and see how it feel deep within your heart.
Close your eyes in my garden, and draw with the fragrance of art
I want to take you into that space, astronomy love.
Making it easy to float with the clouds way up above.
Glide away from the blame of gravity and self-destruct.
A bounce of the dust of hurt when you fall and get cut.
Boy, let's hold in this perfect air together.
Leave the cold end of someone else's weather.
Follow me beyond the distance of chemistry.
I will expose your moon and explain the physics of my sea.
Give it another chance and you will see!
Your moon, is skin deep, needing water from me.
Turn on the tune in your heart, and listen to me.
In every sunrise, the moon entwines with the sea.
It takes many days walking the path God has given,
limping with arthritic stagger, aching unrelentlessly.
Any matter that this condition came on as I retire,
nearly psychosomatic! I must look old age in the face
and laugh. I will not surrender to the cause of death
of my youth but bravely I must ride the healing train.
When you make up your mind at sixty to get going,
the going’s not going to give up its struggle..its resist.
But God has not blessed me with a coldcock mind.
The enemy keeps coming with closed fist. Nevermind
the wretched sight of one whose wings were clipped,
kicked in the butt from the highest height, falling
into a forever nap of eternal unhappiness. My strength
comes from the Lord. I may be weak, but his ways
are truth and life. His sun and moon out of the hands
of insane man, wild beasts and devilry. The light
stays in place by royal decree. O! The Word is brilliant!
I stay the course, the narrow way, limping if I must,
never missing the step of trust. O the people and the
places where I must go, God goes first ahead of me
and surrounds me. If I fall or fail, there is meaning
to it all. I can cry if I want or bravely lift the chin.
My mind set upon the white-haired lady, one of us,
who took much time to go from the parking lot
into the restaurant. She was turtle slow with her walker
in the moonlight. She was worth the wait. “Ooh…”
she’d exclaim, “I feel the Holy Spirit,” Exuberance sublime.
No clown face with red lipstick and downward plunge
of wrinkles. Happiness rode on her wave of suffering.
I wonder if she has joined the Lord yet? He was with her
all of the time. She’d learned to live in the light. I’ve met
only a couple of glowing gals, candlesticks that are alive.
Like Moses, God gave that special touch of shekinah glory.
If I pray for that manifestation, I know I must carry my cross.
I pray to love God with all my heart, mind, strength, soul -
always follow Him, no matter the toll. Blessings abound in Him.
8/7/2021
Autumn foliage clings to the earth as another spring lays dying.
She walks there among the rustle of my thoughts. The ever-present
sound of her steps upsetting nature in its serenity only long
enough to remind that she, like the fall, is a thing of natural beauty.
I'd paint her in my mind if I possessed the brush: Yet, I lack in
conviction when set to wonder if I could carry the memory to canvas.
I watch her as she looks up and offers a shameless smile,
loving the appraisal of my gaze. The moment exists for us alone.
To accent the point; her hair is drawn behind her ear with the delicate
brush of fingers, exposing her divine countenance. She walks with slow
purpose causing the sway of her hips to become quite appealing to my
eyes. She was always a creature of such reform, a wisp of finesse.
Her lip captured between her teeth, she worries it gently with her
thoughts. Slowly pacing the grounds as she seeks a way to buy back
the while. A moment in a lifetime of moments. Her laugh, so endearing
to me, clutches at a heart that was wild until the day it set upon her.
I'm captivated in the pooling oceans of her eyes. She said something
then. I know she addresses me and yet the words fall short in my absence
of rational thought. I'd kiss her, I know she wouldn't prevent me.
It is a gift for the taking and so misplaced on a soul quite undeserving.
I'd kiss her but then be drowned in the torment of wanting for more than
she could offer. Another day, another week, or month, or.... or years.
But I am off now to the coast, to port. She is off in my memories. An illusion
of a misplaced past that could have been more than a fleeting moment.
I stare now at the fields from my carriage with the turning of another
autumn. I'm reminded of the place they lay her to rest. A winter chill
having claimed her in all her elegance. I can't help but wonder if it
were a heart turned cold and broken instead.
But never slip by the words so vivid in her voice, so haunting in my dreams,
"I love you, forever and always." In moments that are destined never to
arrive, she waits. I left her waiting forever... I left her waiting for always.
~Wrote for a character of a book I was working on~
I died for beauty – twas my choice
To end my life this way;
In every note of her voice
Was universe at play:
Twas sparkling, shining, shimmering,
Twas elegant and bright,
In it the world was glimmering
As I then held her tight.
I died for beauty – as I did
My lifeforce to her went
And from the shackles it her freed
To live by her intent:
She needed lifeforce to be strong
And then to carry on
With universe to get along
And sing again her song.
I died for beauty, so it lives,
Is by me fertilized,
Shimmers and glimmers and conceives
And is now realized,
And though I died, what it gave birth
Was better than was I,
And now is set upon her course
To grow and multiply.
Those voices in your head saying that you won't win this war
But knowing by who you're led you know that ain't the score
Feeling a bit bruised and beaten maybe even a little defeated
In those mistakes you're repeating leaving you a bit depleted
Maybe you feel that you have hit your limit but it's not over yet
Maybe you feel like wanting to quit, remember it's not over yet
Even in the thinking that you are finished you keep up the fight
His Glory can never be diminished, the only thing in your sight
Maybe you thought that the past was the game, set and match
But the Lord would never cast but instead He would try to catch
Long live the young at heart and blessed be those who are meek
Pitch in and do your part as would do the One that you so seek
Remember it's not over yet, keep running until the race is done
Keeping your eyes firmly set upon the Father and His only Son
Now out of that dark and into His Light with Hope still on the rise
For when the Lord is in your sight there's no need to believe lies
Based on the song, "It's not over yet" by For King and Country.
Great Song!!!
We start our dance
Which we'll dance with great delight
This night my Demon can free me of this Fright
My chest be free from this Blight
His night has come,
The deed shall be done,
With knife in hand
And partner left under my command
Fear starts to flicker across his face
As we kneel to do our disgrace
He smiles as I draw the knife
Why does this not seem right?
His eyes hold no fright
Can't he see this is not right
My body is not it's own
I am locked inside as a drone.
The demon commands us to slaughter
So our knives slice through like water.
Neither of us cares not a bit
As blood from our prey doth spit
His smile falls as I draw the knife
As he sees that I'm no longer his wife
Strife and discord this fool has caused
But is his life the price, so I paused
We revel and rejoice with blood spill
We REALLY do so enjoy the thrill
All I want to do is scream
As this must be a dream
No not at all a dream
But 'tis the Demons scheme.
Illyanna set this Demon on the go
Time to set upon Robert Celentano
Thanks Illyanna and Martyn love for your help as i could not have done this
without you ,,,thanks John LovingIII for making me be challenged...hope I do
THe Haunted Poets Society proud
There is a wind blowing around me,
and something from the sea is draining my energy
It is dragging me towards the battered shore
And I have to take refuge behind the door
but a giant wave plucked me out and tossed
my slender frame about it covers me
and I am lost in the middle of the sea
the current keeps spinning me around
And all that I have is a cap and a crown
Oh Mother of the sea, rest your bosom
upon my knees and make haste to save me
I have no more strides left
And I am running out of breath
Cast your boat upon the shore and
Come and rescue me
before the waves swallow me
Oh mother of the sea
is this my final destiny?
I have not lived my life yet
And I am on the verge of death
Please don’t take me so soon
We have to meet before noon
I have set my eyes on you
Form the first day I met you
I was here and you were there
And when the energy breaks through the room
It filled the atmosphere with fresh air
and from that very day
you took my heart away
and I couldn’t look the other way
Oh mother of the sea,
Tell my sweet heart
to come and rescue me
I am lost in the middle of the sea
And my eyes are set upon thee.
*I entered this Poem in ~Constance~A Rambling Poet's Contest "Among The Dead"
I write from this place of nowhere
This darkened haunt of deep despair
Even a Raven's darkened shade is brighter
Than the mood that has set upon this lair...
There are no words to cheer me.
I look to find a glimmer...
An enlightened shadow of what once was me
But alas that ghost eludes and finds me not
Preferring a labyrinth of happiness, its maze
To the life's webs that now encase me.
I cannot scale these vertical walls
This darkened fortress that surrounds me
And so I dive to ever deeper depths
In this ocean of sadness that seeks to drown me.
No tears can fall from drought-filled eyes
Desert rain has not come bidden
Blood cannot spill from pain-filled thoughts
No apparent wounds to need not be hidden.
A creek of fear and anguish
Feeds into my river of lonely despair
These tides serve to further drown me
In heavier waters with no apparent air.
These words are all I have left within me
To feed what's left of this withered shell
I have been exiled to this lonely oasis
My last hope for water in this, my empty well.
(January 23, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
How Poetry Began
There was no explosion in the voided void
No weight to metal or components foreign formed
Science and religion married off their children
Philosophy and rhyme were named
They were circular at first and they too gave birth
To reason and jungles minding their own business
Triangles triangulated, circulated in an ink filled well
Pulled up like the dark ooze and tar
That once was dinosaur remains
Set upon the quill or filled the pen of mighty men
To dot humanity with a verse
It was suggested, the first delicate words arrived
In gold parlors lined in silk, over saffron tea
Reading leaves to young maidens who, surprised
Touched by lovers on the bosom from behind
In actuality
Poetry began inside a cave right over there
That’s it! Just on the cliff outside the cave
Just past the very next thought
Sitting side by side on this once empty page
Of memory and age, hanging on the edge
Passion, rage, love and silver birds
Got their start out there as well
Created on 9/12/14 for How Poetry Began- Poetry Contest
Strike me again, when I don't fully comply to your messed up wishes
Tell me to shut up, go to the kitchen and clean up your dirty dishes
Overpower my weaker body when I stand up for myself
Force me down on my knees below your wicked self
Trim my nails, cut my claws, and I'll still get up to bite
Whatever it takes to make what you've done to me just and right
Your anger I excused for love when I was in the past blind
But now I see the abuse, and you will never be mine
So hit me again, leave bruises on my skin
I'll hide them with makeup never again
I bare the scars of assault of four men
The back of my throat, all over my skin, and in my mind is where they've been
My blackened past, my dark demeanor, this is where they came
Because of these actions done to me, I'll never be the same
These things I wish with other's they could never with me relate
But the world is full of cowards, and with us they seek to date
Men like these across the world, be ridden with unending shame
For my spirit will rise above you, and I will never let myself be tamed
Seven years I'll patiently wait for a body that's never been touched
The hands of those who did not deserve me, I'll dream about being crushed
But with all of these curses set upon me, from men I used to love
I spit on your face and chant out loud, that I will rise above