Marvelous Minds

Marvelous Minds are all we need...

...to keep us on our toes.

And as we seek them for ourselves...

...our intuition grows.

We know they're there for us to use...

....but no one really knows.

When hunted for these minds we bore...

...will double what one knows.

(this is an older poem from way back.  Of course now we know it's the heart that directs intuition)

Surrender

As real as a re-occurring dream.....

I am lifted up on the wind's wings, as I sit and wait for you.

Your presence known in lifetimes past...

And of hopes in heart.

I'm guided beyond the clouds and beyond the mist of your ever changing cloak.

Your sun brings warmth and re-birth.

Your darkness a velvety slope of wonder, sleep, and calm.

I revel in your choice of man and men.

Of weapon and war.

With eyes shut, I beg unto you....

Take not my sinful shadow, but take my love of son and morrow.  

Transform and rebuild my jilted hand.

So serving you as one.

I will commit myself to you.

And do away with none.

Mercy

It was crystal clear and foul smelling.

She loved it though.

The effect.

The way it hid her pain and unwanted emotions.

I couldn't help but wonder if she loved it more than me.

The process consumed her --the ritual.

Unscrewing the shiny blue cap from the bottle.

Pouring the rancid liquid into the little chilled cup.

The cup that held her weak soul within its chipped edges.

She became a different person.

Full of hate and resentment.

Yet I held on to my hope ....

And my belief that one day things would change for the better.

Everytime she brought that demon to her parched lips........

She drank down a piece of my soul with it.

I was no longer myself.....

But a person broken and ravaged by this monster.

By this thing.....

This liquid hate......

It blinded her.

And it hindered any ability she might have had at normalcy.

When she fell.....she didn't realize she'd broken seven ribs.

And while she prayed for death......

I floated above myself on an invisible cloud...

watching this shell of a person trying to function.

Tucking feelings behind an empty heart.

Suffering.

Trying to find the girl I used to be.

The one that had cared and felt.

And I had once....

It was obvious that I couldn't change her.

But I had to be me again.

And I am me....I've found me!

I will show you my battle scars.....

Because that only means that I survived.

The demon is no longer in me or my life......

Though he lurks in my shadows.

Looking to seduce me.

To tempt her.

If only once more.

( picture by yours truly)

Wishmaster

Wishmaster, Wishmaster...

Where are you hiding?

Flying through the night on the dark horse you're riding.

Grant me my wishes...

Grant me them now

If given what asked for, to you I shall bow.

Ride like the wind to get where you're going.

The mare guides the way to where you aren't knowing.....

Wishmaster, where are you?

My soul feels degrating...

To me you shall ride... for my wishes are waiting.

(picture by yours truly)

Breaking Free of Impatience

I've mastered the art of falling apart....
so fast i don't know how.
When thinking back...
When keeping track, of things I would allow.
I'm not sure why I fell apart, but swiftly are its wings.
I can't find time to search myself
for sentimental things.
So when I start to think about..
the things that make me seethe
I close my eyes and remind myself
to relax a little and breathe. 
Remember your patience...
Forget your troubles
your intolerance and your greed.
For when you find your wild card...
your wild soul will be freed.

(picture by yours truly)

Weeping Willow

A lone willow stood swaying in an otherwise empty field.

It was my favorite tree.

It was my best friend.

One could say it's branches drooped down because of the sadness of being all alone......

But upon further inspection I realized it wasn't weeping...but DANCING!

Dancing with the honeysuckle that wrapped around its branches

.......and the insects crawling up its trunk.

Unbothered by the rain that pounded its roots.

Unbothered by its inability to stretch its limbs toward the hidden sun.

I used to lay underneath it.

Breathing in the sweet scent of the forest far away.

I told it my problems.

And it answered me by softly dropping tiny green leafs onto my face.

Through storms.

Through sunshine.

And through snow it comforted me like nothing ever had before.

I watered it when the grass around it began to die

And I consoled it when construction became too close.

When pre-fabricated dollhouses started popping up nearer and nearer it's home.

It cried for me

Afraid to lose me forever!

But I explained NOTHING could seperate us.

Not now or ever!

It was my turn to stand up for something I believed in.

So I dug!

I dug with urgency and determination looking for its slippery roots.

I could think of nothing else than to save my friend.

To ease its pain and take aways its fear.

Because one day I needed my children to look upon this same beautiful tree for comfort.

......Just as I had.

I removed a single brown root and wrapped it in cloth.

As if it were the most special present I had ever been given.

Minutes, days, and years passed as I wondered if my friend had taken to the land

.....of it's new home.

And then time STOPPED when one day, I looked out of my window to see

.......the most splendid sight!

A sapling sprouting in the rain.

Over time it grew and blossomed as my granchildren swung from it's branches

........and napped in its shade.

I had kept my promise of loving it always as it had loved me.

And when the time came when I could no longer walk to the window to see 

.......its beautiful dances, I could still feel its comfort and serenity in my heart.

On a bright windy day I was laid to rest under its weepy canopy.

From the beginning, I had always known that when I go

There was nowhere else I'd rather be than lying in the shade of my willow tree.

The Mood and the Moon

Lonely.......

And outside I stood gazing into the star studded night sky.

As blue as the deepest parts of the ocean......

As blue as my mother's loving eyes.

My mouth opened as I uttered questions to myself....

Yet the words silently floated off to that land where all unanswered questions go.

And there I was speechless.....

But with so much to say.

I stared up at the moon with it's mystical glow cast down upon my face.

Did he see me?

After all, I had never actually seen him before...the man in the moon.

Oh yes!  NOW I see.

One eye, two eyes, a nose and a mouth.

He seemed to be in deep thought.

Just as I was .

Was he contemplating the meaning of his existence?

This huge lifeless mass.

A mere speck in an enormous universe.

Unable to nurture real life upon his surface as other planets had.

Does he realize how very important he is to me ?

To us?

Earth?

I closed my eyes and willed all of the love I had within me... to him.

"Don't be lonely."

And as suddenly as I had whispered those words, I felt my face damp with dew.

He filled my soul with love as he sprayed his silvery breath upon me.

Misty and refreshing.

He told me there is no need to worry...

As loneliness is only temporary....but Love is eternal.

Love will prevail over the dark and as I sit up here night by night ...albeit alone...

there is nothing that could make me happier than to sit on my throne in the sky witnessing the power of love below.  Remember that my friend.

(picture by yours truly)