Category: Poetic Musings

She was older and
He had been green

When forces collided
Revealing the Unseen.

Neither responded well
When initially discovered

Their hearts were linked
By more than any destiny.

The tears that I cry
Are for love of you:

Watching at distance,
Glorying in your gains.

The challenging part is that
I want to be there with you –

And I do not know how to
Bridge to this being reality.

I was overwhelmed by the messaging /
Felt pressured by the improbabilities.

Your reaction was confusing, causing
My insecurity to be less than flattering.

Please forgive my fumblings:
My heart was freshly broken –

And the importance of finding you
Caused me to fear greater losses..

They say to appreciate what you’ve got –
But, if taken away, that’s no longer a lot.

In the evening, pressure should release:
Once tired, what’s left is without peace.

For I know our home is only temporary:
Desire to stay is disallowed to pursaude.

It’s one thing if choosing to live like this –
Always moving shifts with hit and miss.

But, when imposed against needed security,
Prospective novelty looses promised luster.

She wasn’t allowed to laugh when younger. In fact, she was often penalized for being happy.
Unsure of where it was safe to stand, she would perch safe in the trees, warbling alone – quietly.

Until she grew in wisdom’s experience, noticing others who flew much higher
And learned to join in from time to time, trying on their songs as she aspired.

It is time for Maslow’s to go
Before I take one more blow,

For according to its chart
By now I’d explode heart!

And if I have will to live,
Attention I cannot give

To an ideal so improbable
It has become irrelevant!

Can enough beauty beheld
Chase away the darkness?

I told God that I didn’t want to be a martyr,
So became nurturing shield for sensitives:

A guide for souls discovering their purpose;
A friend helping them to voice their opinion.

But, no matter how I try to avoid any leash,
There’s always one reaching out intending

To incarcerate what remains independent –
Rather than valuing diverse resplendance.

It is not so much the climb nor distance
In the perseverance against resistance

That breaks spirit down at end of day –
But lack of matching heart to convey.

I do not expect them to recognize me,
But when they look back, sifting my memories,
They will come to understand how well I have loved them.

Is it better this way than another
Where in reality we’d be partners?

Here in the silence he looks at me
While his eyes are smiling happily –

A promise of once passed that can be
As in dreams when said he loved me.

I miss when I thought you were He
And you aspired so I would believe:
My font inside spilled forth creatively.

But, then I realized the ruse after late
Once heart could contemplate reason –
Discovering performance high treason.

And upon reflection, rid of misdirection,
I realized that key to happiness was me:
I just have to delve into deeply imagining.

Momentum is key for
Anyone who dreams,

For slowing weighs us
With others’ schemes

And anyone who dares
Can overcome barriers

If practice to
Develop skeins.

Family pushes for room to grow when confined.
It can’t be helped that a bird’s wings need to fly.

A man who scales mountains, and keeps going – proud, is surely a king hidden under a shroud.

For if thus proclaimed, our once hunger would slake – while evil residing would tremble and quake.

Though women would pine if he wed and sing woe, whatever he touches grows well as blooms know.

And men call him brother – once neighbor, now friend: when Triumph is finished, begins once again.

Selective viewing is all she allowed
While struggling to keep shipbound –

Responsive only to waves’ swelling,
Ensuring her craft endured weather.

No scammers’ demands to reveal my body after sending me fakes, unseemly and tawdry.

No ghost’s carress, nor fake “I do” – no lies in boredom creating hell I’m put through.

No switching places with specialists designed to manipulate and apply pressure’s vise.

No “careless whispers” that “we’re meant to be” – I just want the truth in which I can believe.

Invisible yoke harnessed,
The weight pulled forward

Ensures Earth continues to
Turn in the correct direction

Despite those who conspire
To break her fragile balance.

Some are born to prove
By their postive example

So that forgotten values
Can rebirth redemption.

What would it be like if
I was not the only one

Living for each moment’s
Heart capturing the sun?

When my faith dwindled,
My flame’s would light up –

When one would run dry,
The other fills their cup.

Being connected dynamically
Without any limits to synergy:

Dreams of such hopes banish
Any darkness that dares linger.

Yes, I have been wounded:
I will confess it now to face

It’s time every person knows
Better than to mistreat Grace.

Batting hands to keep all away:
No hats or makeup on my face –

Except for certain time or place
When suddenly, I might want to.

For I was called the biggest disgrace
When beauty brightened every trace

Of a heart born pure for human race –
I will suffer no more others’ falseness.

There is a creaky stair when I sway weight into it, rocking back and forth as I write and prepare.

A friend once told me that he preferred being alone.

I teased him in fun: then how did he expect to have any babies?

He soon went out and procurred a girlfriend.

That didn’t work out so well for me.

(Lol)

It tangles inside:
You wouldn’t know
Because I try to hide –
Exhibit being carefree
To protect injuries.

When my neck was realligned briefly without the muscles being worked released, the tension my frame is normally under was pulled that much tighter – and I felt like I dare not move too suddenly for fear it would all come tumbling.

I guess it was fitting that I had no desire to garden whilst the pots lay barren of summer’s beautiful bounty.

Depression lifts on this warm, sunny day where the cool breeze invigorates lungs as I hum to and discover beloved plants reemerging.

I was always restless
To discover more than
What hid behind doors.

When one get’s pulled under water’s surface,
All they know is lack of air, panic, and despair.

Cast into desperation of
Sickness and confusion

Followed by turmoil’s
Persistent relegation,

A year that since passed
Now yields reemergence:

Riptide surprise releases –
I pop up back to surface.

I have always been the one to help untangle others and turn their faces to the lighr so they could see their own truths and believe.

I have never met a man who could or would do the same for me – and then could ascend to next levels with me into mutual receprocity, co-creating while experiencing together love’s lasting dream.

That which seeks and finds your core truths, and exalts with you in their triumphs.

Showers and hot soaking baths are not enough, it seems, to rid one’s self of the taint of enforced fealty to a cause meant to corrupt one’s independence and precious ingenuity.

Dedication to a cause takes you places only dreamed of…

Elders wanted her there
To kick around and criticize
In the guise of ensuring security.

Townspeople needed someone to fear
And cast their dispersions hatefully upon
That they could continue feeling righteous.

Tbe seasons welcomed and embraced her,
Coaxing her cells to bend and flow as the trees
Inevitably do to gravity as limbs reach for the sky.

Earth beckoned her to lay among moldering leaves
Releasing their sweet memories as she raked gatherings,
Beckoning life’s purpose to yield nourishment by becoming soil.

The Crone tracks as a thief, having stolen ten years from me.

I work to bring from within life’s springs still renewing.

Yet, what man is strong enough to stand beside me?

And what healing full enough to allow myself to accept him?

Default’s sleeping –
Awaken ensnared:

Hair cast into twigs,
Wrinkles puffed rare

Wise eyes knowing
Magic within there –

Add some glasses:
Pride laid bare.

Good efforts rewarded
By ricocheting rejection:

Many “so close!” misses
Promote misinformation.

Come down from high up on the mountain, her gaze quells any b.s., and her assurance both heals and commands.

Of love and kind benevolence where power could overule, a true man takes his chances – and in bravery, avoids being a fool.

“Judge and jury” – who are we to decide?

Except when necessitates punishment for a crime.

Into the deep, deep thick of it
Where nothing makes sound –

Only thoughts of self analysis
Where reflect on occurrences

Penetrate permeating darkness
While the world is drama-bound.

Is it hotter than our sun
Before explosion’s begun,

Or cooler than icey flows
On far off moons orbiting?

We have been told that fire
Occurs primarily with heat –

But what if rebirth requires
Something more magical?

I would like to partner with like minds who believe along lines as I do.

Yet, if they remain unreachable, there’s nothing much more to pursue.

In February, I thought I was speaking with quite literally the man of my dreams. The one I keep having dreams about as if by “a sending.”

I was ecstatically happy and felt at first supported, which inspired me to create a variety of songs as our comraderie comported.

But then, having found out that “his” side was a lie, I feel deflated, disuaded…I cannot even cry.

I am told that love is coming, but when I look there’s nobody there.

I cannot let go of my purpose – or else there is nothing left to compare.

When I cannot find an answer, I must continue forward – even if I doubt – in faith that the answers I seek will find me.

Like a fed up mare taking the bit between her teeth and running headstrong into the wind, when a migraine pounds unrelentingly upon my system, I cannot lie down and let it take me in its vized grip – but toss my head and fight against it to regain any precious freeborn inch.