Category: Poetic Musings

Wherever I go, you follow,
Leaving never a face seen –

Except glimpses in mirroring,
Reminding me how I could be

If conscience was released by
Material trivialities relinquishing.

If you are my sun, what am I, to you?
Can I be the spark that ignites you?

The street lamp illuminates
By underground’s electricity

While the moon above reflects
Pure sunlight’s resonant energy.

Each may love the other as
The earth is bound to eternity:

Two orbits entwine magnetics as
Passions’ tides flow through synergy

Gravity’s arms embrace one another
As the Milky Way spirals toward destiny.

I walk forward on my own and almost see you
As you have just turned around another corner.

Like me, you are swept toward new destinations:
How I long to speed and run to catch up with you!

But, you would keep outpacing, seeking enlightment –
And maybe if I just keep walking, you’ll find me, too.

I am like a child, unsure and cautious –
Easily intimidated if something frightens,
Although how I respond externally chooses
Different intentions conveyed to any audience.

Rage – black in spite –
Builds without insight,

Waiting for the punch
To blast as projection.

We’re still trapped – just
By a different container:

The dogs have no place
To expend their energy

Without me having to
Drive or risk our safety.

Anything I need for help
Is acquired if have money.

Taking time to keep routines
While desperate is f-ing funny.

Where can I purge energy
Without eyeballs observing?

Where can I express angst
Without someone judging?

I’m hurting, but cannot scream
While demons haunt: delighting.

Always losing ground as climb –
With landslides accumulating.

I woke up to a text message
From the same old spamming

Vibrating through the mattress,
Disrupting needed restoration.

Took the dogs outside for relief –
Of course, the puppy’s distracted.

Soon whining after returns to crate,
Claiming that she still has business –

Which is debateable because of our
Neighbors’ voices penetrating silence.

I scramble to block out the soundwaves
Pushing through my body like a bassline.

I had my center a moment before –
Now clamp down inside as eludes:

Chasing down a soothing song
That disappeared steams mood.

Emptiness discovered inside heart
Makes difficult for mind to restart.

They say loving yourself is highest:
Without one’s muse it’s a lonely art.

We take turns in this game of evolving consciousness
Where some of us lead and others follow while learning.

True mastery of the process is recognizing our turns
And realizing we must ever adapt and be reengaging.

Once we think we know “enough” and stop playing, we lose:
Our creative synergy dwindles, and our lives become stagnant.

Just because they’re not seen
Does not mean they won’t bite
If spirit is pushed beyond limits.

When redemption comes, how will I know it?
How will I have enough grace to not blow it?

How can it be possible that I will meet my Mate?
What kind of circumstances would align our fate?

Why would I risk again to walk down that isle
Without knowing the riches of love’s own Nile?

The complexity I’ll acknowledge within my mind
Must no longer be checked nor restrained in time.

What manner of man could adapt alongside me –
Who’d embrace what I am, and love our eternity?

The neighbors above us have a squeaky floor.

We hear them laugh, sing, vacuum, have sex, and talk on the phone.

Details are not clear – just the overtones.

I marvel there are happy relationships.

I am a master innovator in my own in-between realms, yet criticize myself for not finding quick solutions to regenerating income.

That marketing plan had hidden costs, over which I am now fuming…

While I scatter my mind along different lines of inquiry, I must recognize my efforts are attending.

It’s hard to settle into each day, thinking what I’m doing is enough, when rent’s tallies are impending.

Purpose ignites – where
Ambivalence squanders.

Under left wing, darkness;
Under the right is the light.

Mirrored – it’s the opposite:
Embraced magnifies might.

Confined energy
Building over time

Must release into
Reason’s rhyme.

Untamed sky,
Sands baked by sun –

Fierce war cry
Against evil’s champion.

No nation stands
When integrity falls:

We rise to arms
When hear the call.

The devil’s ploy
Divides our hearts,

Ensuring faith
Never starts –

Until the time
We can perceive

Unity brings the
Light’s release.

“Mine is a troubled soul,” he confided to his foreign queen.

“As is my own, my One,” replied Atehena.

He took her hand and kissed it, as they watched set the Egyptian sun.

Currents course through her that
Would render in others a stupor:

Red, yellow, green – combinations obscene,
Yet, somehow, calm because of her timing.

She never had a chance.

Looking back, it seems so obvious.

Born into a sick world, full of sick people.

Who was she to think she could help Reemergence?

Take me someplace sweet,
Far away from disharmony

Where nothing jangles mind
As missed timing or arbitrary.

It sems silly to me that after having to “rest” to get through illness, that I would need to rest on a deeper level.

I guess it’s a lot of work in the struggle for survival!

I only need around ten clients per week to live comfortably, if they each get an 1 1/2 hour session.

This length is optimal so that we have time to address deeper tensions.

I will support kindred spirits of positivity and joyfulnes – as well as those desiring to improve their life’s situation..

Avoidance of drama and negative intentions are major qualifications.

Is it better to stay simple and clear in one’s identity?

I’ve always been a warm and receptive spirit, internally.

My guards are high when I walk in public, independently.

I draw myself around me like a cloak – until I meet someone for interacting.

We add layers to our persona.

A house, a car, maybe a dog or cat – or several of these.

We invite people into our lives: friends, hopefully a loving partner, and family.

Yet, if any of these things is lost, we may crumble – at least temporarily.

So, is it attachment and gain, vs. loss and pain I am analyzing?

Is it good to want more and to live substantially?

Where is there found
Such bliss as promised –

Where sanctuary removes once taint
From actions of others’ afflicted illness?

The heart howls hollow
On a moonless eve

Where clouds blanket,
Preventing starlight.

In order to reduce what one has, items need a place to go.

I’m surprised and thrilled to discover that we are back in a central flow!

To trust someone is to
Lend them your power;

To reveal your truth –
As flame or a flower;

To let down your guard,
At last safe from danger;

To count as friend:
One, from stranger.

Outside words’ distorted time,
Wishing I could make a rhyme

To capture altered feelings in
Breaking through life’s ceiling.

The phone warns its brief flash:
There’s no charger found in dash.

Sudden power down – and I’m lost,
Directed by the wind’s navigations.

Quarters requested for the laundry;
Single packets of violas off season.

Groceries, dog and cleaning supplies;
Clamp lamp for stove, a workout ball.

Microwaves are too large, gas for car;
Blue Goodness and Payday candy bar.

Delirium takes over in kind of ecstasy –
For even if tried, no one could find me.

Music comes on as favorite new song
And I’m dancing – young and carefree.

Two “V’s” of geese call to each other as their formations shift pattern in the sky and become as one.

They are heading south to places like where we lived, near large bodies of water.

I will miss hearing their honking repertoire as they reestablish forage.

And though we’ll visit briefly, we relinquish our claim to their winged splendor.

To know the face of God, and
To feel the warmth of the sun:
These are “simple” pleasures.

If I step out of this track, there are implications…

I can no longer hide among the crowd, pretending I do not know nor understand.

I might become a target for those in league with The Plan.

Does my vulnerable truth incite those who’d take command?

Perhaps this is why I’ve relented to that desire of meeting my Knight.

Someone who’s as brave as I am, dedicated to standing for our rights.

But, I thought I’d found him in others, to see them whither where they lay.

And with each passing of once greatness, it’s been my own shining light that’s remained.

I’ve wondered if I carried The Pestulence – if what I touch will then decay.

But, I’ve witnessed first-hand how my healing inspires others to seize their days.

I don’t understand ill’s corruption: what can it hope to ultimately gain?

Why do people allow manipulations – when all it gives in return is pain?

Perhaps they’ve ascribed to regulations, hoping for entry into Heaven.

But, Heaven is what we’ve been given – with Will’s Power to make amend.

To keep the germs going out, and those coming home, at bay.

Oh, bright, far off star –
No matter where are,

It’s time to realize our
Strength is at par and

Our goals align better
Than mere friendship.

Yes,
Let’s seize this day

Gray wet streets
Tires gliding over rivuleted water
People walking, bobbing smoothly
Drawing near to far

Metal doors sliding open
Chilly stale air greets warming breeze
Echoes of footsteps, cacophony

Building conversation
Growing intensity
Canvas laid upon bare walls
Sound syncopated to flow

Artists’ rendition
Ready to go

I wish I could have been as her – but with the knowledge I’ve gleaned from my creativity.

If I had not seen nor endured terrible things – if my trust were intact and I had no fear – perhaps I’d be the one you were courting.

Jockeys want to control and whip me, thinking that they know perfect timing.

But, I always start late – then pace myself, winning by assessed strategy.

I don’t run the kind of race investers want to see, as they expect certain behaviors.

I’m old enough to see a race is just a race: the real prize is a new horizon.

How lucky am I in this time and space to be given a chance for the past to erase?

Indeed – I am blessed – if let go of the rest, and embrace the bright future awaiting me!

When one has had enough of
People treating them horribly,

They might just ask the angels
To deal out justice properly – for

After so much harm and lies,
Spirit resents paying the price

That was not their’s to begin with
And shouldn’t insist compromise.

This illness is not going away, and it has already been a week.

Sure, it’s been going through stages – but, I have employment to seek.

Feck!

I believe there’s a way out of this maze, though new levels are added to exhaust me.

If I get frustrated and give up, they win – and with a smirk, they’ll applaud me.

It is easier for a man
To poison a well
That is not his own

A whisper of cold
Chills to the bone

As if no muscles
Protect outside.

Layers absorb the
Impression easily

And cannot protect
Warmth, struggling.

Wherever she went
It’s shadow followed,

Dimming the bright
Into shades, hollow.

She dared not let
Her emotions react –

For then its poison
Would counteract

Wards she created
To keep at distance

Creeping vines of
Despair’s resistance

To banishment
From existence.

Hard bamboo root curve,
Camouflaged arcing
Slickened by rain

Unearth’s stride,
Landing on hip and
Left shoulder – catching.

No, I will not watch you like a willing sycophant.

I declared my love to you – and that’s all I will warrant.

As you choose other paths more matching your needs, I flee.

I’ll seek elsewhere – far away from you – for my own destiny.

The stars in their distance
As bright pinpoints of light

Guide us like the mystics
Through darkest of nights.

We gaze at their wonder,
Unaware of their might –

For lightning’s thunder
Gives more of a fright.