Category: Poetic Musings

I present well on the outside –
Don’t we all have to for survival?
But inside is complete turmoil.

If I feel every doubt,
Every quivering nerve,
Am I living in the moment?

How intimately must I know
Every cellular response
Pinging insecurely?

Judgments
Supporting
Restriction

Compete
For our
Attention.

To be reborn
One must die:

Not physicaly, but
Prior definitively.

What I am now
Is not enough!

It’s not enough to
Revisit past skills.

It’s not enough to
Toil over the trials.

As skin slackens
From force impact –

It’s not enough to
Again just recover!

Blood of my spirit
Beyond DNA code:

A creed from the source
Keeps heartfire’s abode.

(Title play with words)

Like a balloon of helium
Distended into tightness,

The impact wiped away
Progression of fluid loss –

Increasimg core’s expansion
Swimmimg in lymph swelling.

In this “Land Of Opportunity,”
We rely more on perspective.

Burdens mental and
Emotional fortitude.

Having missed a week from work,
Realizing body is not yet mending

Limited reserves retract expansion,
Preserving strength for endurance.

Assailing like rabid jackals,
They converged upon prey

Intimidating by numbers,
Swarming without delay.

Where is that cool, refreshing apease to blow the smokey air out to sea where it can recycle naturally?

Back when people
Were just people

And equality was
Not a bad word,

I had hope that
Our humanity

Was more than
Just absurd!

Keeping vision to myself.

For any new venture, there seems to be a large outpouring investment of time and energy toward searching for and coordinating appropriate data for triangulating entry and procedure initiations – which I find quite vexing  because it seems like acquiring a well-rounded picture on what to expect should be easier.

Perhaps it is that I prefer to be very thorough in my prior investigations so that I can tell ahead of time if I am choosing the right directions when pursuing goals from start to completion – and if the results will yield desired benefits.

Very bad experiences in past partnership relationships can skew a person’s hopes and expectations – making continuing to stay single seem the wiser declaration.

Leaping by faith and countermaneuvering in navigating for security’s safety while raising children sidestepped my own progressing individually.

Usually, this phrase is meant to say
Someone is so besotted by loving

But it can also mean they strive
Yet have not found one worthy.

I needed you, but you were not there for me
Though we were bound by life’s symbiology.

(Title play with words)

Every passing moment pulls me
Further into the unfolding future:

As a huntress, it is essential to
Have goals and a life purpose.

I am stuck in a time lag
I must let draw me down

Into the center of my core
Where my destiny is found –

But I struggle as I flail because
Forward motion is denied until

My proper bearings are found:
From there comes solid ground.

(Title play with words)

Affection is like the sun’s rays
Illuminating in joy’s expanding;

When it fades, the heart yearns,
Tracing the moon’s reflections.

A certain shift in balance
Spasming anterior neck

Combined with pectoral
Workout after avoidance

Brought perfect storm to
Occipital-cervical torsion

Grinding into compression
Agitating pain’s perception.

My writing is my life’s blood: it must flow freely in my conscious awareness, oxygenating my inner muse and feeding nourishment by my own witnessing its imagery in order to continue inspiration’s creative replenishment.

I am in danger of becoming dissatisfied with what I have achieved.
I must trace this feeling to the source of angst and let it speak to me.

I must allow that I can not be held accountable for
Information I did not have, and thus, did not know.

Had I been granted such data, I could have responded
In a way more aligned with those persons concerned.

Many people ascribe to the belief that
To gain security means losing freedom.

How many pray for war and destruction?
How many pray for peace and prosperity?

If God created humankind to have free will
Which expects response when called upon,

Is God an independent agent or
Someone that bows to the odds?

I think of the term as acquiring what is more appropriate, and getting to own this for one’s self.

Some meanings just seem to fit words better when seeking their definitions’ higher ground.

Ah! I have missed you, friend!
Thought I had it right to begin

But, there you go again –
Even bolder than before

Reaching for those heights while
Working upon a perfect strategy

Caught within the scheme of
A world’s utopia manifesting

Yet, I cannot blame you because
If I had you, I would also believe.

Nothing surpasses
That ripe potential

Before the full moon’s surging or
An expanding flower’s blooming

But I capture images and
Gather seeds and petals

For rebirths’ remembering.

He won’t answer
Because he can’t:

Implications generate
From simple inquiries.

Experienced only briefly
Before taken over
By the next
Pursuit

Of course I seek you,
Though safely distant

I am desirous to learn
More of my mirror self

From your actions afar
Gifting internal wealth.

Lives within me
Thriving as I thrive
Fueling passion’s drive.

To the one god
Or many gods

To one man
Or no man

Inspiration
Is the key.

I hear the music attending in-person
Enthralled by melodies interweaving

Yet the absence of convergence
Magnified by receptive opening

Makes it achingly apparent that
Limits exist in which to confide.

What am I without the hope of love requieted?
An empty shell just going through the motions.

Weight distributed
Response inhibited

Stretched out flat in
Neutralized combat.

By will &
By nature.

As I left the pet supply store, the evening’s setting sun’s beams were slanting toward me at just the right angle.

As the doors wooshed open, I could feel the sucked inward current pushed against my right ear and cheek by the disrupted airwaves as a fly made its escape with me.

In a split second’s moment, I watched its body propel forward with its wings highlighted in golden streams as it beelined toward infinity.

The more I become my true self,
The harder it will be to match up.

Therefore, I can pursue love
But must sacrifice freedom

Or I can close off to my need
And become highly dynamic.

(Crossroad belief conflict)

It does not matter how he feels about me:
He made sure to not think of possibilities.