Category: Poetic Musings

He had wanted something untouched by another.

They speak of women’s vanity – but rarely of a man’s.

He was rarely happy. And though she’d borne him children to bring sunlight into all of their lives, he kept his love for her hidden away. Buried.

The monster would not believe that the girl could love him, so turned away as her calls faded behind.

First, knowing thyself – and then, being able to convey – is not so easy as we imagine when it comes to day-to-day.

In time and space reality, is anything concrete? Does the line to which I’m bound offer great rewards I seek?

If my searching as an advocate keeps breaking from the pack, what future lies before me when there is no going back?

They say you should always be positive, for you do not know an outcome until you arrive at it.

But, just because we are surviving the journey does not mean that I like it.

I make the best of what we have and always try to improve.

Yet, I would like to position us within a better groove.

He took the closest offramp and said, “I am leaving, now.” No further words or compensation for the loss upon her brow.

She kept on going, determined, while legs tried slowing her track. Still she clambered onward, refusing to go back.

Though waters turned the earth to mud and weathered skin as bleak, she knew she must keep striving for the answers that we seek.

The prince is in love with one woman, yet is “forced” to marry another for ensured status.

It is then customary, “if love is true,” for the first to take the role as concubine.

An accepted practice where once I may have accepted is now something I greatly despise.

Do not speak to me of such “freedoms” between the two in such a union!

Love must not be parceled out to whither in compromise!

She figured out how to love him:
He condemned her as a succubus.

One last fight before giving in,
Afraid to feel again chagrined.

I’ll struggle – throw in the towel,
Unwilling to allow heart to howl.

Belief has been labeled as sin –
Even though we’re born to win.

The functionality of psychology paired with the wisdom of faith in their purity are too often laid to waste.

Fortitude bleeds away ineptitude
For endurance’s lasting impression –
Yet in process, encases life’s essence.

I learned much from him.

I learned how to accept being on the outside – how to find my own path.

But, once I had established my base out there, I felt the best course was to try to find my way back.

Yet, reentering the mainstream is best done in short stints, with much tact.

Sometimes my will is grieving,
Needing to express its feeling

While struggling to overcome
Where trapped and unheaded.

Background noise chatter in mind agrivates any sense of peace as restlessness foregoes knowledge of accomplishment.

Many fawn
But I refuse

To let ethics
Hang loose.

What glory doth beseach us
Drawn forth by just a name?

To war and battles righteous,
Such beauty yields to flame.

Yet in our hearts remembered,
Love’s breath strives to regain

The brave given in service that
Freedom would bear no shame.

I didn’t get my ears pierced to show off – rather to declare my independence.

I never remove the studs or rings, for they are painful rods stuck through my being.

Tissues attempting regeneration keep swelling to counter such a thing.

No one can have me, if I can’t have me.

If I cannot maintain my own identity, then how the hell am I to be able to be my true self with anybody?

I care too much.

I nurture too much.

I accomodate and defer too much.

I hide and banish the darkness that plagues – when it’s part of the fire that fuels my blaze!

What mortal man would know my worth and welcome me home to share his hearth?

What man could share my passion and heighten to places where together we become enlightened?

I am a magical being – and require The BEST in all things.

By the owl moon’s glow, she heard their calls and thought maybe it was better to be real – even if only as a ghost.

Revealed inclinations
Harken to the laws
Nature intended.

The heart travels weary with heavy shackles dreary if release is not given by the promise of tomorrow once sorrow is king – having stolen love’s crown.

This foreign place where I was born is safest for my feet to tread. Other lands may await my grace, but it is the earth itself that claims my name.

How long does it take to feel snug in one’s skin – to feel confident in anything before it begins?

If we keep on growing, I’m not sure there goes away the anxiety that happens before we set out to play.

Free as a bird that’s
No longer grounded,

Rising to sound of glory,
Pouring all into moments

Captured for eyes to wonder
With hope, optimism, and joy.

The groove turned smooth and shallow becomes comfortable after the grit and rubble are paved. But there is no stone left to turn over…all is known and worn.

If I must be alone,
I must not wander:

No more searching
For hidden answers.

I must retract efforts,
Stay focused on self –

No longer reaching for
Heart’s eternal wealth.

This is my own story. I am unsure if others can relate. We are all underdogs here – though some would still debate.

How does one gain a moment and know the right words to say when a person deemed most important is surrounded by throngs’ given day?

My weakness is that I am stronger than most in ambition’s regeneration where the heart is coaxed to live beyond current measures – set alight to guide others forward from the night to make where we have gone wrong overcome wretched loss, purge its illnesses, and commit to creating what’s right as the greatest before us have done.

To stay the journey
Walking beside me

You will become stripped,
Forced to breakdown ego

For the greatest love must
Dissolve illusions to evolve

A legacy for our future hope’s
Regeneration as fear’s undone.

In crystal chambers, stain glass vendored
Dwelt a heroine of deft defences against
Demons sent to hunt those preeminant.

Like a hawk, she called and griped,
Chittering out loud at angst inside:

One mate for each had been promised,
But the forest was barren of prospects.

It is a terrible waste and tragedy that many who come into this world are distracted by what they think they should do, instead of what they know in their hearts’ truth to be right.

She’d been unable to slow down to reset the pace:
Every day had been a spinning rat wheel race.

It took her getting sick to make her lie still:
Flaming burnout tried stealing her will.

That link set apart where
Troubles may not follow:

A word or just a glance,
Giving hope to borrow.

There comes a time where
We have done work’s effort

To where suddenly we find
Ourselves evolving up levels.

I don’t know you
But I need you

Because what you are
Is essential to survival –

Not just for me, but
For our entire species.

Your heart, I’ve known
Before it had grown

To quite the man
You’re meant to be.

Days pass, limited in their spread
As working angles for daily bread.

Nights stretch, leaving sleepless
Those parts of me still restless.

Driven by hungry
Restless waiting,

She traveled in
Looped spirals

Seeking what
This is all for.

She looked forward and saw those stopping;
Looking behind, she saw those beginning.

Then suddenly, he was there before her:
A man unbound – like her – by dictates.

The dogs are highly vexing in their weaving, pulling independence.

The cats of four personalitjes aggravate by insistent clammoring.

Prolonged transition in homelessness makes more real insecurities.

I did not ask for these levels – I sought love instead of anarchy.

Life is a string of imperfect moments that we must be careful to not regret – else destroys the magic inherent.

In freedom’s release
Bound to each other

We may experience
Heights uncharted.

I see it in the mirror –
How it covers identity

This facade threatening
To take over personality

Women in their fifties
Allow gray to encroach –

Not the color, but ageism
Upon youth that’s poached

As skin tries to sag from
Weary-defeated struggles

I cry “Fie!” at the mockery
Made of my valiant efforts

I may wear the badge now
But tomorrow we will see:

I will be regaining losses –
Entropy won’t erase me!

Still finding my way
Innocent, vulnerable

Observing others’ ease
Yet, feel uncomfortable

Worried for the world
Craddled in my hands

Age changes nothing
When heart commands.

Burning a hole in gut,
Causing inflammation

Suffocating intestines –
Can’t deal with yowling

Cats if sometimes pleasant,
When I’m near – yell at me:

Caring for them is a
Cortisol’s knife-vice.

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