Category: Poetic Musings

Strength in claw,
Bite within teeth:

A gentle soul
Is still fierce.

I love change, flow, and synergy – just trying to gain some security.

A baseline reliance would be nice – not asking for any greed or vice.

A “transport” that will take me places that I have yet explored – where I’ll meet people I have yet to adore.

If I did not have to deal with constant life instabilities, would I have more confidence in my abilities?

Would I “believe” in this “reality?”

Or is confidence merely illusion reinforced by one’s competance, despite convolutions?

It is difficult, but necessary, to move forward and extend one’s hand in confidence for networking when the path behind is crumbling and quickly encroaching – threatening to up-end.

Caught in another person’s nightmare,
Granted clemency only by a conviction,

The world kept increasing difficulty
In what was required to survive in it.

To feel tbe winds of success now lift beneath my wings;
To know my faith in humanity will always be redeemed.

To touch the face of heaven I see held in my lover’s eyes:
To bid adieu to the night and great dawn’s sweet surprise.

Passing strangers, alert and traveling or stumbling by more long-term, reumy-eyed and fumbling, give greetings, try to ignore, or come too close to space invading.

Pee-saturated remnant grasses reek in summer’s hot blasts where the broil of rotting garbage containers pungeanate, and I wonder – exactly a year later – how we are here, again.

Of being on the edge of losing everything. Of asking the gas station for water to help the tree. Of being told to live out of my car to qualify. Of waiting for the tide to turn for or more against me.

For when you are ousted from your home due to another person’s merely personally preferential proclivities, getting back into a realm of security in this economy is much harder than it seems or should be.

From the beginning, she had known that she was destined for greatness.

However, people had repeatedly disrupted her way – blurring the path with their indiscretions.

But, she could only briefly stay away from that instinctual call before it again began driving her.

It was strange being on a journey that continuously redefined her.

Oh Great man from once lad,
How mine eyes feast upon thee –

Drinking in your soul’s manifestations
On this often too trite reality!

Frightening elation – or rather, elation despite what is frightening.

I guess that I thrive on taking risks – of pushing myself to next levels to see what I can become.

Am I a daredevil?

Only when there is love’s prize to be won.

He was afraid that she’d lash out at him
As to her face he said goodbye.

It was all that she could do for them
That she didn’t plead, wail, or cry.

Instead she asserted what she believed
As he let time’s faith bleed away.

The most that he would give to her
Was distance in prayer’s serenade.

But while she struggled to keep control
Of her mind while demons raged,

She watched abroad on Netflix
A man who’d become as a mage.

And when she distanced from the scene,
She realized that she had been wrong

To forsake that which truly rang
In her heart’s song – all along.

And while a wreck on journey’s return,
Bedraggled and soul worn through,

As she watched the clouds carrying her home,
She realized what she must do.

She cast aside conformity’s
Dictates that choked her spirit,

Acknowledging that if she were to reclaim,
Then in life, she would have to live it!

Who I genuinely am on the inside is way more confident than I have allowed her to be.

It has taken time and patience to grow her foundations through the chaotic cacophony.

We carry the light in the dead of night –
Even when given fright and turn around

When there’s no sound but our breathing
And thundering hearts flub-flub beating.

We were raised by the mandate
That order must vanquish chaos.

But, the reason entropy fights us
Is to preserve its natural purposes.

Without chaos, we cannot have order:
Order’s polar equalizing force is chaos.

At some point, it becomes a choice if one will let travesty define them – or if they will redefine travesty.

When I dream of college, it can often be calming:
A brief respite before workmen return pounding.

There, I have met outstanding professors who
Encourage life’s investigation of its measures.

The mysteries within questions formed are
No longer ignored as curiosity is cultivated.

Its environment is geared to expand minds –
To confront fears and overcome limitations.

I thrive in this type of collective consciousness.

Love and pain in Death’s war over the living:
Sacrificial crucifiction by taking – not giving.

Condemning, instead of repairing;
Suffocating, instead of breathing.

Open palms pressed onto forehead
Keep inner turmoil from screaming.

You look better than you are:
There’s no driver, but the car.

Though I’d put in the effort,
You’d abandon in the desert;

In reviewing love’s case
There’s too much waste –

And rarely do two
Match time’s pace.

I know you like I know the back of my own hand; like I know a cool summer breeze’s kiss after the heat’s brand; like I know the will of time continues to withstand. And yet, you still remain a mystery.

I will find the exceptions:
I am going to be The One

Despite negativity’s evidence
Begging to maintain attention.

I do not need to get into wars, anymore:
It’s time to merge dark and light into one.

I must surround myself with the influences
Where positivity wins before strife’s begun.

Why did she revert to this at the end of every day?
Was it that limited energy was already given away?

For being attentively attuned with muscle cells
Ensured complex healing in sessions went well.

Caught in a trap from early on,
Looking for safety and a home

Feeling lost and confused,
Her instincts pressed on

Determined to find
What she came for.

Why was she of him?
What really mattered?

Could he except her flaws –
Strong will frayed in tatters?

Did he need what she could give?
Would he invest in reviving youth?

Was he the one to make her smile –
Washing away soil of the uncouth?

She noticed that those with two dimensions received more attention – and were used as manipulation.

One dragging foot step
Following after another:

The tasks of completing
Keep marching onward.

Would you cherish me, knowing my strengths and weaknesses are ever warring?
Would you pledge to me – fight as my Champion that we might secure our glory?

Playing the roles and wearing the masks of every day professional, external functional interactions can leave one feeling unseen with the inner self shelved and waiting.

She realized that dynamic, vital monogamy seemed to be elusive, like seeing a white stag on a snow covered mountain, or hearing a lover’s whisper when the winds blow.

You never know until you try –
Even if you are lost and alone,
And feeling weary to the bones.

Careful, careful
Don’t take in too much

Must ease the self
Gently cleanse the wound
Offer air, sunlight – Find warmth and trust

Slowly dip into the pool
Watch the ripples as they glide

Navigate keenly
Where safety and treachery reside

Illuminating more true
The boundaries of the soul

When you love someone
And love is not returned,

When all you have given
Is discarded as spurned

Though championed while
Overcoming death’s throes –

And love is given to another
Who did not earn the honor.

If I prepare
And enjoy it,

Once eaten, food
Must be replaced –

Which creates
A dependency

Illuminating
Need’s denial.

They beat you down when
You fight for your rights:

By now, we should not
Accept the violence.

Burned every time I have reached for you:
Message received, on bent knee I submit.

We all begin as someone less than perfect
Yet may each work to ensure improvement.

Resistant muscles strain against tension
Hoisting the sails to catch summer winds,
Propelling their ship into abundant waters.

The killer of love and justice.

I dream of you and see you smile:
No greater balm, this man of style.

Instinct drawn forward by your name –
Not because of money, looks, or fame.

You’re like me where heart beats new
Infused enthusiasm in all that you do.

Your wiles in growth beat back all miles –
Redeem impetus where became exiled.

Sometimes I rail and cuss at your vanity
Because I cling to your visage for sanity.

When I try to forget and go paths alone,
A song comes on – heart opened atones.

What we are to each other is yet to be:
You inspre my desire for pure synergy.

A needed treasure
Of immeasurable worth
For seasonable engagement.

Herbs for female and lymphatic systems released more into bogged irrigation, causing swollen tides of negative emotion blocked from returning to the ocean.

A thick sludge that
Tarnishes polished

Thoughts once nubile,
Now lacking resilience.

Why is it that nearly
Every minute is filled

By struggling for survival
When society is advanced?

(Title play on words)

Awoken earlier than preferred
But on time for doing errands,

A Friday to catch one’s breath
Must be utilized with diligence.

Lymphatic sludge: memory chemicals trapped within vessels, recirculating.

Money owed by government agencies is trapped behind barriers, similarily.

Extra efforts needed to purge both systems into release take coordinating.

No one to show off to
Or parties impromptu –

Just black on black
And color reclused.

Flowers to enjoy in
Gardening venues,

Poetry to write, and
Star-bound reviews.

They will soon be extinct – and instinctually, they know it. This is why they flood forth now in numbers.

Their time is over, for they are not God’s Chosen – but a throwback to ages even “He” is ashamed of.