My heart waits again,
Hands sweating with familiarity,
When peace is present... What's next?
Wondering and knowing of readiness,
Shifts knocking on the door,
Will I hold my own hand... Be my own friend?
Of course I'm capable,
Bending realities at will,
Will I finally fathom it never ends?
Wondering if I'll embrace it,
Catching myself before I leave my lane,
Will I again be shocked by coming pain?
Hoping I will balance it now,
The mind and the fire inside,
I'll speak to myself in a week, again.
A quiet period,
Noticing myself again,
A new is coming.
Another cycle completed,
Doors closed quietly,
Monsters left behind.
Hands slipping silently,
Goodbyes necessary,
A young bird again gains flight.
A small clearing,
Understanding my fractals,
Which part of me is next?
A quiet period,
Challenges festering...
A badge of honour on my chest.
Evil Shadow
The quiet before the storm,
is more sinister...
than it has ever been.
Because,
there has never been a squall,
like the one ahead.
Food, energy and resources,
scattered about on the floor,
stepped on, and made useless,
changed and made harder to eat,
and/or worse,
a plan, a preparation,
for them... to eat, us.
"Cannibals".
They are the elites,
that change the time of service,
at a whim,
They do not live in the real world,
but one of their own making,
from inherited money,
stolen money,
and money coned away
from the sheep.
Used we are,
like lambs to slaughter,
choosing among the colorful
and the plain.
No rhyme, no reason,
except to gain.
Freedoms slowly taken,
as not to be noticed by the whole.
The reason...
together, "we" are more powerful,
but a part, we are just a heart...
to be sacrificed.
To accept and absorb the grief
Of something that only you complete
That soft touch that element of care
My soul longs for your touch
The way you saw and made me see
Adjusting to the ache of silence
Pushing through the storm and the rain.
The quiet before the storm
That embrace to quieten my beating heart
The things we share become a part of us.
You were soft beautiful and bright
You were my guiding star on a moonless night
I will survive and endure and fall to my knees
Adjusting to the silence only if I could see you
once more.
I toss and turn in my dreams
like the wind that tosses a flame,
I will cover the light with my two hands
so that you can burn bright and walk in light
Till I stumble into your embrace
To quieten my beating heart
Adjusting to the silence
like a leaf falling with the breeze
To ease the pain of raindrops falling on ears
with sounds of heartbeats.
25.08.2020
Cold- Quiet Now
Can you hear that?
It's the quiet before the storm
Lets take the tour.
You may have seen one similar....
Silence takes over the meadow
sweeps through the trees
and soon takes over the whole forest...
Now is when the thunder comes rolling
as if it were warning you of how
tremendous it is.
A flash of lightning lights the sky on
command...
The rain comes next,
touching the forest all over with a tingling
sensation.
As the rain pours down , the forest
remains still
while filling with the sweet tangy aroma of
fresh rain.
A crash of thunder shakes the entire
ground
and lighting strikes filling the forest with a
bright light.
The forest, scared, gives in to the storm,
lets it take over, meanwhile lighting strikes
and thunder rolls.
The damp forest accepts this.
The sparks of lighting egnite the fire
inside.
Rain won't stop this warmth from growing,
and taking over the forest, emrabcing its
clutches...
The rain soon realises its no use.....
... Seen it before, you may have,
The storm has now settled and the fire
has windled down to embers
glowing hot along side the rain..
January first twenty thirteen
This New Year's first day nearly gone
It is warm, cloudy, unsettled_
Don't know what will be shown
It looks like snow, but much too warm
Coyotes' pups yap in woods
Someone cuts a treee for a fire
The sounds float through greenwoods_
There's an eerie feel in the air
Not sure what it is now
Is it the quiet before the storm
Or the still of day_wow!
Written late January 1, 2013 out on the porch
Twirling dress of moistened pain
Dancing in the eye of stillness
The quiet before the storm
Dizzy, spinning, arousing feeling
Tears rising skyward, spiraling...
into a tunnel where hope treads gently
Emotion, turmoil, sailing driftwood
Shipwrecked abandonment
As faith forces eyes toward the heavens
Blissfully look into the eye of nature
Make its acquaintance for the first time
Feel the calmness of its judgmental stare
Request comfort on her shoulder
Prepare yours for the marathon
of the weeping symphony that is to follow
While searing winds ruffle the feathers
And deafens the plight of sufferers
whose fragile ears can't fathom her power
Listen closely and you’ll clearly
hear the voice of nature saying:
“I’m Sorry... but pretty soon my whisper
shall spur the winds of change
and you’ll soar on the wings of rebirth”
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