This is WarI look out the window,what is gone is lost,never to return again.Yesterday's joys are replaced with doom,as I set out to meet the gloom.I dress in my armor,uncomfortable and needed,to survive and stay alive.My hair is tied in a ponytail,swinging to and fro,determined to never let go.My face is war paint,mouth set hard,eyes looking forward.“War paint” dribbles down my face,offering me confidence and grace.Lastly I put on shoes for escape,adding to the the paint and cape.It curves on my foot, protecting and saving,the way out of harms way.I turn to the door,sighing and moaning,but I head to the portal of war...once again, always, forever.
NarniaOne childhood I had, but truthfully two;Nay, more than two worlds were my dwelling place.For every book I inwardly flewTo lands much impressed and never erasedFrom the light in my heart, writ on my faceAnd etched in my soul with a lock and key--And every book opens them for me.
Sea slanderThey cut all my treesjust as coarse as they pleaseHack my limbs into boardsThese dark wannabe lordsNail the boards into ships and they go on their tripsSeek another man's treasurescored by yet another man'sMeasureWhat could draw peopleaway from their Love What power or ThreatWhat 'thing' lurking aboveA clockwatching deathfrom a crookednightstand Or one leaf that makes othersFall downon commandSunset so redit cannot beUnseenOr a foolwholly ghostworking Forthe machine..!.,
Sameness or DifferenceIt's okay to be different,what makes the earth spin around?Your courage, strength, ingenuity,builds from the power withinI told you once that it would be boring,if all minds were the same,if all souls were same in purity,if all hearts pulsed as one...No one would be unique, beautiful,precious in their own way.No one would find opportunities,marking on their pathways.Future days would become today..“What about easier?”If difference helped the earth spin,would sameness make it stop?Would sameness break the devices,that prevents the gripping vices?To some, it would never happen,but to those who differ disagree.Because saving the human race,is something that is hard to reach with grace,above what we could do and achieve,with forces besides us at a steady pace..
Poem - Ignorance and DivinityIgnorance and DivinityPoem for Day 89 – 201412201I live my world in ignorance,a personal point of view.The world laughs and cries while I stand byin my revelry of forced solitude.Others tell me about you,their words are poison dipped.They struggle with ignorance worse than I,their agenda is tinged with hatred glimpsed.My world is so limited:Intellectual and personal emotions combined.I imagine what you thinking:flawed constructs of worlds divided.Your emotions are a cipheras I project my feeling to you.How can I really know the worldwhen I don’t know you?Your sharing is very brave.Your sharing is a gift to me.You share your world, your pain and joy,frank statements of life’s domain.It is too easy to hide herewhile the world cries on.You remind me of my placehere in the circle of souls.My fairy tales are dispelled,the illusions are dispersed.In your sharing we do connect,seeing each others minds and souls.You are perfectly yourselfas you
Poor Old SinnersTake heed you bitter fools with nothing else to doBut pick apart the actions of those who aren't you;Uppance cometh, tongue in cheek, sneaky like a snakeAnd you will find your hopes unwind for Heaven's sake.Take on somebody's problems, take them as your own,And dip your dirty fingers in; leave not alone.Think yourself the wiser one, show others' mistakes,And you will find your hopes unwind for Heaven's sake.Rouse the slovenly on up, let no gossip's tonguePoison gentler, sweeter ears or terrify young.Beg the beggar rouse his bones, shake the sloth awakeAnd you will find your hopes unwind for Heaven's sake.Your efforts are admirable--give it a restNo one knows but you how you try to bring the bestOut of those you deem in need of helping along;Did you ever wonder if 'tis you in the wrong?The world's full of depravity, needing no aidFor anyone to point it out. Please leave unsaidThe opinions shared with us, bitterly and strong--Did you ever wonder if 'tis you in the wron
Irrelevancy of JealousyThe mind of me,Restrained, for heDeserves my objectivity.How I perceiveHis words onlyRepresents reality.If I believeHis historyHas any relevancy to meConformityWould define me,And mask his authenticity.How can heBe hoped to beBound by my hypocrisy?The mind of me,My history,To him lack any relevancy.
Out Of The LinesYou can’t hear all the wordsThat still run through my mindAs I spin with the EarthFalling out of the linesI can’t colour insideWhen there’s so much to seeSo I’m damaged by prideAs it colours through meStill you can’t see the wayThat my words want to bleedLike you can’t see the breaksThat still have yet to be
Time and TideSweet history, near infinite your sea,Wave on wave, relentless to your shore.Come now and pave a mystery for me.As humankind has known so long before,The beauty of the stars is in their ageAnd I look up, no need to disagreeUpon my lips. Oh no, not anymore.Sweet history, near infinite your sea.And I the poor young beggar at your door,Grown knocking, knocking; grown into a sageAware, enamored of the thought of thee,Pounding on the shore of time, ignored.Come now, and pave a mystery for me.For I hear well approaching, like a roarThe day for which all beggars pay their wage;Surrendered to the timekeeper's decreeAnd hopeful of a quiet, trojan war--Sweet history, near infinite your sea.And I remain your siren, paramour,Calling out your virtues from the stage.There is an e'er unfolding light to seeIn hist'ry's pages, if you look, explore;Come now, and pave a mystery for me.I shall remain a captive devoteeFor I have looked to learn from days of yore;Sweet history, near
HonestyHaving enough courage toOpenly come out and admit,Never hiding forEverything that's hiddenSends everyone intoTurmoil. Stop theYelling and turn to forgiveness and love