I walk this road alone, untraveled
Dusty, dark, and grey
Head held high and boots, untattered
Sexy swagger all the way
Free my soul from his name
Walking alone in this pain
If I keep these boots shiny
You won't call me a phony
For not crying his name
How can I cower?
How can I cry?
I keep my boots shiny!
I hold my head high!
The bruises are hiding
Under my skin
In my brain, on my heart
Like a monster within
I ask of you kindly
Please let me go
Take your hands off my heart
And your foot off my soul
I look up to the heavens
To help guide my way
The stars look a brighter
Than they did yesterday
My heart sings your name when I close my eyes
Despite all the pain
despite all the lies
Setting fire to my dreams
I gave you the match
You watched in delight
I finally gasped
I walk this road alone, untravelled
Head head high and boots, untattered
Sexy swagger all the way
Categories:
untravelled, abuse, art, betrayal, blessing,
Form: Ballad
"For those who love with heart and soul, there is no such thing as separation"
~By Rumi
Decked in floral wreaths and crown
as I lay in state among family and friends
with my spirit wading through strands forlorn
where lamps shone bright in celestial gleam
bordering a land of bliss out of mortal reach
where neither canker blights, nor flowers wilt
where sorrow never enters and all shall be blest
where each head like the sun aureoled
where God in all His glory doth reign
I saw through my slumber deep, as through a veil
my loved ones grieving great, my journey
unreturned to an untravelled land.
There was crying and whining, sighing and sobbing
in stirring memory of days in all goodness spent
and of bonds stretching beyond life's rim
which set me feel sick of where I was and where I wasn't
so fain to go, so fain to stay,
like a spinning midge,
my spirit veered high and low
between Heaven and Earth
between Mortality and Immortality.
a helium balloon buoyant in the air.
Categories:
untravelled, anxiety, death, journey,
Form: Free verse
Lone, untravelled. Dusty, moaned through.
Before all such, I think
In a dry, but land's forgot roads
Oblivion's wish goads
What leaves, for its departure
Day's, unacknowledged in
Of those shadows, the saddest
Which lead to one's last rest.
Categories:
untravelled, travel,
Form: Rhyme
On an untravelled road
At a reflecting point
Jumping into the depth of the sea
Picking the wings and flying sky high
Watching the beauty widespread.
Everything around,
Same as everything within.
Curious to know the difference
Again diving in and flying high.
Repeating again and again.
The joy of jumping observes
What is within
Is observed outside
The only thing not changing
Is the change.
Life is knowing
The joy of jumping
Within pain.
Whatever said and done
Everything that is, is the change.
Categories:
untravelled, life,
Form: Free verse
There isn’t a road that shan’t have music
So, my fiddle is played with skipping
The musical notes surround my steps
There's celebration in dancing
A rhytmaical mode of partaking
Down the untravelled paths, singing and playing
Everywhere, and all places ventured
Tooting a rhythmic razzle-dazzle
And this is the best way travelled
By night listen to the rhythm and blues
Sleeping under stars and The Moon
Razzle-Dazzle ©8/12/15 Bonnie Jennings
Categories:
untravelled, dance, muse, music, travel,
Form: Free verse
Spiders are best known
For taking untravelled paths
For fresh feast of flies
Rats take the paths worn
And every crumb I lost reclaim
Bad habits for death
Categories:
untravelled, animals,
Form: Haiku