I'm waking up and rubbing two blinded eyes,
The crispness of the sweet-scented air in whimpering July
Rapidly spreads by a benevolent wind that pleases,
It allows me to discover by intent a sublime reality,
Which is the morning's picturesque beauty:
Does strong belief interfere with a sense of great friability?
Nature can be brutal or pleasant, and yet it can fascinate
Us, when it suddenly embraces each sense to compensate
For the discontent left by a dreamless and unrestful night;
What we hear amid those eerie shadows is the cry of a cricket!
I distinctly revoke such repulsing and unenthralling nights
As I wash their macabre images off with cold, running water;
Is a better day coming, prompting actions that don't falter?
Harm is done when pain is accepted and tomorrow frightens.
In this morning's picturesque beauty, I could lose myself
And wish that dreaming vainly detaches me from grief,
not seeing any delusional mirage on the journey to happiness;
I've expelled the vile demons that made me spew lies!
Categories:
unrestful, beauty, emotions, july, morning,
Form: Rhyme
Four dead Jesuits,
now confirmed as child
molesters, but when alive
these monsters’ crimes,
were covered in
obfuscation.
And when they passed,
were the Last Rites recited
and are they buried
in sanctified grounds?
May their rest be as
unrestful as their
victims lives and
and the fitful sleep
of their confessors.
Categories:
unrestful, abuse, betrayal,
Form: Free verse
Unrestful Sleep
I try to sleep all my problems away.
But when I wake up they are still there,
sitting on my brain
where I left them last night.
Last night I slept,
but I didn’t rest.
I woke up to unrest,
an unwelcome guest that
barged into my place one day.
It’s kicked its feet up
on my couch and table
for years
This morning when I woke up
I closed my eyes and imagined
The nightfall, even though at my
window are blue skies
Guess that’s enough unrestful
sleep for the time being.
Categories:
unrestful, christian,
Form: Prose Poetry
He grew tired of me
...late nights...watching...him sleep
wondering...what could I do to change...
be a better woman for him...clothes...body
...hair...sensuality...personality...
a huge list for such minium time...
the time I think we have left... to be with each other
...but there he sleeps...breathing in and out
......once before...we had the same rest pattern....
resting at the same time...bodies matching one another...in unison
fighting so loud.... even when he's sleep, I still hear the volume of such words....
Can he feel my tears cascading down his lower back....the more I cry..
maybe?.... he'll understand the sorrow of the salt, from which they come from...
My darling..love me....like I love you...I'm sorry it's not strong enough... but then
again .... neither am I... I--
Categories:
unrestful, lost love, love, romance,
Form: Free verse