Category: Poetic Musings

It is more about maturity and wisdom – discovering the confidence to stand by your convictions.

Drawn into innocence
Preserving beginnings

Before time capsule
Prevented atrocities,

Awaiting indication
Of another like her –

As confirmed,
Seal releases.

Once I get my roots under me, I pop up – like a daisy.

Sucked into whirlpools
Frustrating without end:

Beurocratic relegation –
Which if personal rends

Internal tidal paradoxes
Forcefully swirling bends

Of psychology now unstable,
Where if completed amends.

To be a shifter who adapts to changes and listens to the wind’s consultations is to be the captain of one’s own vessel – often without berth or a “home.”

In most everything I have pursued, I always moved around rules which claimed I could not achieve unless to limitations I pledged fealty.

Though I am capable and desire to express, feel, and fulfill the greatest of passions, I am also a survivor and accomodator with fragile identity: I would give my all in support of my Champion.

When two people are invested and willing, only then do the steps begin revealing.

What would beckon your heart, and give it cause to remain?

Why have I been sent to you, if not for hearts’ one beating?
The impressions, the dreams, the messages keep entreating…

This isn’t how I operate – I like to follow my own dictates.
But, every time I turn away, the currents reorient destiny.

I find that when I risk and
Get no positive feedback,

Insecurity takes advantage
Of my emotional exhaustion.

Like the eye of a storm: calm within turmoil.

Where once heart pulsed
With jubulous laughter

Thinking at last
Was well met,

Now, emptiness courses
In sorrow’s wasteland,

Wondering how permitted
Contorted lies others sell.

I am caught in a trap
Interwoven over time

By powers and events
Bent by determination.

What I am is pure, good, worthy –
Although light contains contrast…

I had thought that if I could just reach you,
We could take our chance and change this.

Knowing as she knew him now,
She could no longer hesitate.

Knowing as he knew her now,
Escape was not for debate.

In past.times, I had been driven up it to stand – back against the wall – to keep from falling while fierce winds pummeled and scoured both of our faces.

But now, I may come here to lounge, reclining with a leg swinging over as I lean back and soak up the sun under a clear-lit, bright blue sky.

I had forgotten that when you find something Real, peace floods into you – and that though time does not stand still, you feel connected without hurry or concern.

Cutting off connection
Thinking it’s deception

Crashes stable system
Into type of depression.

I know it’s for greater purpose, because with you, I am stronger:
All my fears are melted away and chemistry we share is bonded.

When I think I’ve found you time and again, you then fade as if mist.
If only your hand would stay in mine, and we could exchange a kiss.

The bond of love must be primary, as all else thrives beautifully within it.

I will step up to the plate and
Start swinging – but not madly,

Because the man from outer space
Deserves the best from my humanity.

How many lifetimes I have waited for you –
And how many millennia I would wait again!

I would search the stars and beg Heaven –
Pound upon Hell’s fortress to release you.

Grown proud and ever strong –
Competent and rarely wrong,
People ignored his essence.

They only saw glamour of
Firm belief’s efforts yielding
Benefits of power’s wealth.

Yet, one remembered truth
Of fragile soul’s beginnings,
Determining to set him free.

Through this haze of unknowns I keep searching, waiting until at last I find you in front of me – and can reach out my hand and touch you.

As I begin to emerge from this isolation,
I look back at life filled with devastation:

How the Crone tried to strangle my hope inside –
How desperation and molten pain would collide

Way too close, I came to the edge at times where
Not even determination could salvage my pride.

But, then I dreamed of love in a form so clear
It set my feet firmly on the path to you, my dear.

Am I enough?
Are my qualities useful?
Will he trust my sincerity is truthful?

I feel overwhelmed – but
It’s because to myself I am critical.
How do I overcome these insecurities?

It’s not that age in years is important –
It’s what we do with acquired wisdom.

Yet, to me his functioning is well grounded –
While mine is spirit flowing with the wind.

How do I alter feeling less than worthy
Into becoming all that makes me more?

How do I reorientate my calibrations to
Lead me home to him as reach for the door?

Then, one day, she found him –
Heard the answer in her heart.

She didn’t know how possible
He now filled every inside part

Taking away the loneliness
That ached bones for years,

Giving cells renewed vigour
To overcome daunting fears.

They were made for each other –
Everything began making sense:

No more would there be falseness,
Compromise, nor ill consequence.

I saw you there upon the square,
Knowing at once that I loved you.

“How could this be?” worried me –
I tried hard to keep my distance.

For you were young, just begun
And my heart already married.

I would not destroy for love nor joy
Your future nor my life’s contention.

But, it didn’t work out for me – you see?
Circumstances conspired to release me:

Launched and knowing how good life can be,
I see your heart has grown – and now wonder.

I remember you as a young lad
With rosey cheeks on face anew

And bright eyes’ smile often laughing –
I have always wanted the best for you.

Yet, over time by conformity’s lifestyle
That innocent streak dove deeper, hiding

And I wondered if you needed friendship
Where hearts speak openly, as colliding.

“I must be careful with him, for his heart is strong, yet tender. No evil from wrongdoing must trouble – and no fault allowed to shake his foundation.”

(Excerpt from Coming Of Age, by Athena Stairs)

Just a glimpse
Pure and true

Leads me home
Where I find you.

Where my partner and I would naturally and instinctively map patterns and work to promote harmony while addressing needs and encouraging each other by co-nourishing.

Love’s communicative collaborating and embracing.

While my drive desires to be in the races, I must recognize I must choose paces which I can maintain sustainably – which means income generation flexible diversity.

Deep red built for speed,
She soared bold-strong

Elegant in her contours,
Flying two lovers along

Melded by leather
Into hearts’ union.

She could read people more clearly now – perhaps because here they lived and interacted more honestly.

But, despite the lure of other hearts’ satisfied with their simpler pursuits pleasures, this time was meant for her dreams.

Only on the peaks of higher aspiring would she find her heart’s true calling and the man who could match and take her beyond what’s been seen.

It is one thing – if found – to fall in love.

It’s quite another to stay the lifetime’s journey.

They speak about accomplishments of great achievements – how success is cause for celebration.

Maybe rejoicing is for those not in the line of fire who were worried about being terribly affected if experienced failure.

Weary soldiers are just glad to come home, crawl into bed, and try to redefine “normal.”

Why was I sent to him?

He also avoids and evades.

For what purpose is guidance?

I am that which was tossed in the water – yet, the water displaced was me.

I have been here for people when they have been in need – and their accepting help from me has given me reason for being.

In the silence of The Unknown where all things are as yet undefineable, tension builds as pleasure seems plausible.

It is not easy being “farseeing.”

One can more easily see solutions to others’ problems than can readily define their own.

For great love to be lost when people are still there and could repair is just not “fair.”

Perhaps my capabilities of healing are unique and rare.

Compressed energies colliding discharge supra-expansive creation.

No one religion may confine – for Truth’s reign will no longer be detained and calls to every person to uncover within, where it has been hiding.

Forces of Chaos and Entropy surround me in everything, so rather than pushing against them to reach the light, I will stop and just be what longs to be found by it.

The process of reaching forward and accessing resources for building, then experiencing others and circumstances tear constructs down can have a momentum, propelling forward onto better things because one does not stop and fall to their knees in the rubble, but outmaneuvers danger – leaping to let destruction’s wave propel them.

Is it enough to run in the wind, sharing with birds where we’ve been, winging and darting through cover – to burst into sunlight, all over again?