Showing posts with label self. Show all posts
Showing posts with label self. Show all posts

Value of I in Rhyme; Musing 2

uncertainty
is the enemy
but it works for me
when i'm wondering
what the furture holds
should i be bold
or should i fall back
relax
not stress
mull in my own diress
every time the dust settles
something comes along to meddle
detach
from myself
rehash
what i felt
when you ignored my calls
you dick
you prick
but calling you names
won't make me not feel the same
way that i do
adandoned by you
so i mustn't let the silt
settle so much it builds
a wall around me
so that water can't surround me
and carry me
to the open ocean
where I can be free.

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Tuesday, October 4, 2016 Posted in | , , , , , | 1 Comments »

Journey

My words have become clouded. 

The world that once inspired me, 
now has hampered my creativity. 

My words begin to come in pieces and parts
fragments and incomplete sentences.
As quickly as they come
they are gone.

I cross my heart every night
that God has not taken words from me.
Because he feels
as though I did not utilize them while I had the chance. 

But this.
This is a testament 
to my effort. 
My trying
my tears of frustration,
my memories of when words flowed freely.

Downstream...
They say the top of the mountain is the epitome of ambition.
It's lonely.
I am trying to work my way to the bottom. 
At the top
it is only a creep from the rock
that the water flows.
That is where I am. 
I need to follow the creek
that turns to a stream.
That swells into a river
of words and dancing hands.
That river will carry 
over rocks and sand,
Turbulence,
So that words will become smooth- 
a product of its journey. 
Finally that river will reach its end
its breaking point,
and that same rocks that gave it life
and polished them to perfection
will throw it over the edge. 
A waterfall
where words fall violently
but cannot be stopped,
only captured for a moment,
until they will inevitably rest.
Quietly.
Until they reach their final resting place
in the ocean. 

I have learned to fight the tide,
as it rises and falls with the sun and the moon.
I have made it habit to deny myself 
the pleasure of seeing where the river goes. 

I must lift my feet, 
flow downstream,
and revel in reaching the bottom of the mountain.

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Thursday, January 23, 2014 Posted in | , , , | 0 Comments »

January

You're familiar to me.
Like a sunny winter's morning.
You rise like the breaths that I take,
and I rise with you.
To the sky, the heavens.
The bitter cold has gripped my being,
But you, who's rays shine upon me.
You keep me warm.
My hands want to write you, invite you into my existence
But I cannot,
I am covered to protect me.
Yet you to comfort me
Simultaneously.

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Monday, January 13, 2014 Posted in | , , , , | 0 Comments »

Haiku: Expanded

"Love's pure silver silver flame 
gives each innermost spirit 
invisible warmth."
-Artist Unknown
Your love reaches deep within me. It gropes at the darkness of where it last slept and finds that it no longer carries the scent of you but left abandoned like the first class in the Titanic. It's been centuries from lives past since love last resided there before it left for a few lifetimes to go fight for herself. She braved on as men invaded her land and stole her children to make them work as dogs. She was the leader of an army of Amazon woman warriors but they were more like goddesses, their love for their people kept them alive. Before the days of war, were the lives of leisure, when she ruled the pyramids and supported the world on the balance of her shoulder with her hips. Love hadn't been there since before Eve sprang from Adam's rib and the dirt from the earth as they fell into the hole of original sin.
Your love entered me without hesitance. A bright white light around the room when you walked in. The north star of David stood in second and third place while the flame your love carried with bare hands and risked second and third degree burns shined brightly. Your love burned hot silver and warmed every corner that was once frigid and lonely. Your love reached deep inside me past every molecule of me that stood in the way and charged to my innermost self. The place where only I resided, but barely knew. With its light, your love came in and revealed parts of me that were lost in those past lifetimes. A love for myself and for those around me. I will spread the love that you gave to me and reach deep inside others with my heart as your hand holds mine and touches my soul at the same time.


...In a haiku poem, only half the story is told... It is the other half you must pay close attention to.

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Friday, July 9, 2010 Posted in | , , , , , , , , , | 0 Comments »