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My muse is animated anytime I sit silently
Awaiting sleep stoically sliding into
A sacred onyx veil of poignant peace
as if it is my personal death angel
For we all yearn for eternal rest
Never knowing what we will find
Within the final moments of slumber
To wake again perhaps a curse
If you journey beyond this existence
Shedding earthly body gaining growth
Becoming light pouring into the universe
As I slip into the void of this endless black
I feel relaxed and soothed by a higher
Consciousness as a piece of a puzzle I fit
My rebirth from this body is like awakening
Silver stars guide me through a tunnel
Where my next journey awaits
I hear and feel ancestral heartbeats
My anxiety is peeled like an orange
The fruit of my spirit blends with light
I have only to submit to my calling
If I am ready for the next level
I gain a golden insight as I
Open the third eye and find
A rainbow of souls welcoming
Like neon ornaments on a tree of life
I feel love and fulfillment
I know it is only a matter of maturity
I feel the old world like sand on my feet
Feet that no longer have a purpose
As a new form I can submit to the
New existing light or I can wake up
And continue in the classroom called life
Our love is strong like the ocean,
Sometimes calm, sometimes unstable.
But always present and constantly fierce.
So great, there's no name or label.
Your soul radiates such a beautiful glow,
It warms my sometimes icy heart.
I feel I can do anything in the world,
so as long as we're not apart.
A kiss for your luscious lips,
makes my heart and soul smile.
Even when I'm mad or upset,
I yearn for your touch, all the while.
My heart is all for you and only you,
And I hope you feel the very same.
To share passion like ours is incredible,
And to not have experienced it, is a shame.
I hope to one day speak our marriage vows.
Then I can finally be a someone's treasured wife.
To hear you say you feel the exact same way,
Would be one of the sweetest words spoken in my life.
Tunnels cut through a mountain chain,
an unending chain,
a chain that binds;
that twists and turns on itself again,
delivering pain
and darkness that blinds.
At the end of each there is a hope,
a ray of light to which you grope.
When you reach it at tunnel’s end
the next begins as if to portend
the coming of others, unending nights.
The mouth of one the other bites.
As you slip into this endless void
you turn right back trying to avoid
the pitch of blackness and faster than fast,
your wheels turn and pistons thrust,
until the image of the turning wheel
first slows down and then stands still.
It starts again, but spinning back
taking you deeper into the black.
Your whole life becomes this blur,
past, present, future become a slur
and the yearn for eternal rest
becomes a fantasy, a dream at best.
Tunnels cut through a mountain chain,
an unending chain,
a chain that binds,
that twists and turns through another plain
through the living brain
of unsound minds.
"A collaboration poem"
Oh, to be a poet like me
To be a muse, inspire, kindle someone's pen
To be the one they come to for help and encouragement
To be connected always by heart, soul and spirit
Oh, artist paint me beautiful
To be a sublime exquisite dream
To be that divine creation that inspires your path
Oh, could you write of me writer
To be the one to embolden words
To let words of me bleed from your pen on white
These wild thoughts are but my fantasy
Why would a poet or writer need me?
Why would a glorious artist need me?
But, I yearn for love of poet, artist and writer
To be lover and friend, and source of joyfulness
I would always exist in poems and in art !
I would be that forever eternal!
I'm the sparkle they love.
And now the world has a crush on me!
When the young woman awoke;
she knew she'd dreamed of the art gallery,
where she studied statues of marble or bronze,
viewed canvas after canvas of water colour or oil,
and her dream lured her back to the library,
with the books she loved to look at,
to read and absorb rhymes and paeans.
She longed for those places of culture and learning,
where her spirit always soared,
her heart and mind heady,
intoxicated, enchanted, enthralled
with the wondrous words she read,
and painted or sculpted shapes she saw.
Inspired, she reached for a pen and paper
to record the flood of beauty that filled her head:
“Caress the broken heart with threads of muted sound”,
Let it rejoice for the tranquil it has found,
Take the wheels of its night sojourn,
Bring it to the daylight region.
Sing to the broken heart a symphony of hope,
Lift it from the downward slope,
Massage its wounds with a healing balm,
Still the tempest and bring it to calm.
Bind the broken heart with cords of joy,
None of these will any time cloy,
Let it rise from the gloom,
And come to a bloom room.
Broken hearts don't see the light,
It’s hedged from their sight,
They yearn for a soothing embrace,
From hearts pervaded with mirth and grace.
August 9, 2023.
No. 2
The sky seems to be on fire these heavy days,
With questions driving peace from my shoulders.
My gaze flies towards you, fluttering from dreams,
With a strange smile you’ve never worn in our serene skies.
I descend back into memories, a realm woven from blissful flickers,
Shattering into echoes, into constructions of smoke and the tide of forgetting.
Was it a mask, the world's farce teetering on the abyss?
The poison imbibed, was it sweet and yet bitter in the same unstable moment?
May the stars be just in their nocturnal guidance,
And may the peace you sought now be your consort.
I forgot just how deeply shaded life is, stumbling, that some yearn for the evening darkness,
When death refused to carry your last goodbye, the final comfort.
In every corner of my poem, you become sacred space,
The pages with the books you gifted still hold a fragrance of your passing.
You are a part of me until my last breath trembles,
And you will be immortal in every line of my poetry, a speaking effigy.
For me, you shall remain, making chords eternally vibrate,
Like a melody without end, as you vowed under the silver moon.
And in the half-light that surrounds me, I hear you humming the promise of eternity,
Among the shadows weaving their dance, you are the light, melancholic and holy, wearing night's cloak.
Do you ever question yourself?
How you have gotten by?
Have you another soul you would sell?
Or have you another survival lie?
To be given what you now know...
Would you want to change your past?
And to return with the knowledge you have to unfold
Wouldn't there be times as good and as bad never ask?
We are all as we are... made and sown
We yearn for change whether we want to or not
Every well kept secret... dying unknown
Are we strong enough to uncover our truths without a thought?
Can I tell you what I think?
I think we can change now if you want to
Because by changing will dissolve meant dreams
And to finally be what be needed to see a you
Do you want to go back... given what you know?
Or rather to change... given what you know now?
Is there too much life lived that is so hard to let go?
Or too much life lived that only a fantasy can unbound?
First Corinthians 1:25 – Because the foolishness of God is wiser than men; and the weakness of God is stronger than men.
He’s the reason I still pray
He’s the love that made a way
He brings hope with the light of day
He is peace and joy and I’ll always say…
Whatever happens – be it good or bad
when, in darkness, I stumble and all I’ve had
brings me tears and fears, feelings so mad
I yearn for joy and a sense of all that’s glad
He’s the answer to my worries, all that I need
He hung on a cross, where His wounds would bleed
He stilled all the shadows with a love that would feed
He is the One who saved me from sin and greed
Whatever happens – be it pain or grace
when this life is over, I’ll know love’s embrace
meeting with my Savior in that lovely place
where all the tears and fears He will surely erase
He’s the beautiful story written on my heart
wherever He is, that is where I’m set apart
knowing victory comes from the best part,
the love from a Savior who offers a fresh start
When the time is right and I know death is near
I’ll look to the One who makes everything clear
He is the reason I can rest in the hope so sincere
I’ll meet the Love that God Himself did engineer
Without this glorious reunion, I wouldn’t see
the beautiful story that has surely set me free
this amazing Jesus, who hung on that tree
to tell me that I’m loved and I’ll forever be…
alive in heaven above, where He is the King
where I’ll glorify Him – I’m sure to sing
bright morning is coming, when I’ll cling
to a risen Savior, the joy that love will bring!!!
Far, far away you've gone as worlds divided us
in a time I cannot engrave or mold…just shadows,
just girlish shadows of you that I barely felt
the moonlit breeze kneading that auburn hair.
Weeping, my glances peer through those eyes
I once knew so well. Now, they are blurry,
vanishing from twilights we both shared: how I
yearn for you, dear inner child, with love golden and mild…
somehow, this heart knows you're just walking breathing,
maybe hiding nestling right beside me. Oh, can we talk?
For Silent One's Iconic Songs
Inspired by the music of Guns N' Roses
' Sweet Child O' Mine' 8/5/2017
The coming and going is fleeting,
somewhere in time's mist, I am.
remembered or forgotten by all
memories seem precious, to my soul
they're looked upon with regret and forgiveness
The current of life came and went,
I stood on its banks, watched it pass
It carried to many yesterdays filled with false hope,
either by design or lack of understanding
How sad reflections can be,
measured by the shadow of dreams
To many thoughts that had no purpose
they cluttered the landscape of my mind
Frivolous encounters with token destiny
Mountains created and climbed without help
Lost in the drifting jungle of civilization
Alone in its caverns of trash,
where tears fell to many times
To yearn for something that can't be held
caressed by beauty as it sadly leaves
To wander street to street, without hope
watching the sun setting, always setting
as darkness became a friend not sought
like pain felt from the first slap from a parent
Given life again in days of youth
when distance was a face drifting in the night
and love was a floating leaf, never caught
when tears fell dripping slowly towards earth
caught only in empty palms of despair
hoping to close my eyes to the world
to sleep, to never breathe again, to sleep
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