Thursday, December 31, 2009
Honor
The space between here and there, that is where I choose to make my home.
Not of this world nor the next, a world of my own design...a peaceful nest.
My world welcomes all who takes the oath to give love unconditionaly.
Immersed in the blue that is peace, receiving it fully with new eyes.
We are drawn to it's core burning white and brilliant.
Sensing it's only desire...to love the creation in all of it's forms.
Nurture all that has life and understand how each life honors the other.
Breathe the air, filled with aromas intimately yours.
Free to love without judgement or scorn.
My home is uniquely designed to each as his own.
A place for the weary to drink from life's waters and be re-born.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Invisible
No one sees me, I am transparent. If you close your eyes, can you recall my image.
I'm easy on the eyes, not unattractive, but not memorable. I'm forgettable.
I play my parts well enough, my audience has no complaints. I on the other hand, am tired of this stage.
My dears, I must be honest in the telling of my tale.
No memory of acceptance, not one single spark.
I had dreams, talents and opportunities yet they were all dismissed.
In their place I used my craft to play the part of wife and mother.
My limbs ache to dance every time I feel the music, that too has passed.
I scribble on my notepad, I write in my journal, I wait....and wait...and wait.
My legacy is the 3 creative people I bore, nurtured and adore.
Let their lives take them on journeys and adventures beyond this world.
These memories are mine, I own them and acknowledge the chaos.
My time has come, I must walk away from the chains that restrained me.
It's true that it scares me,change is never easy. It's so familiar but not at all comfortable.
Be true to yourselves dear ones and don't lose yourselves along the way.
Don't let other people mold you or tell you who you are.
Do what brings you joy, follow your heart, no matter your choices...they are yours.
I'm easy on the eyes, not unattractive, but not memorable. I'm forgettable.
I play my parts well enough, my audience has no complaints. I on the other hand, am tired of this stage.
My dears, I must be honest in the telling of my tale.
No memory of acceptance, not one single spark.
I had dreams, talents and opportunities yet they were all dismissed.
In their place I used my craft to play the part of wife and mother.
My limbs ache to dance every time I feel the music, that too has passed.
I scribble on my notepad, I write in my journal, I wait....and wait...and wait.
My legacy is the 3 creative people I bore, nurtured and adore.
Let their lives take them on journeys and adventures beyond this world.
These memories are mine, I own them and acknowledge the chaos.
My time has come, I must walk away from the chains that restrained me.
It's true that it scares me,change is never easy. It's so familiar but not at all comfortable.
Be true to yourselves dear ones and don't lose yourselves along the way.
Don't let other people mold you or tell you who you are.
Do what brings you joy, follow your heart, no matter your choices...they are yours.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
You don't know me like that
Hey there Little Mama, I love to watch you walk away.
Love those curves, wanna climb your slopes.
Oooh girl, you drive me crazy with those big brown eyes.
Little Mama this, Baby that, Fine little girl, Chiquita....
Who you think you're talking to?
Boy, you don't know me like that.
I am more than the shell I inhabit.
I have depth, dreams, intelligence too
Get a clue, girls are repulsed by your crude babbling.
We are clearly offended when you stare, drooling in our direction.
Clean up your act, evolve...cause you act like a caveman.
Love those curves, wanna climb your slopes.
Oooh girl, you drive me crazy with those big brown eyes.
Little Mama this, Baby that, Fine little girl, Chiquita....
Who you think you're talking to?
Boy, you don't know me like that.
I am more than the shell I inhabit.
I have depth, dreams, intelligence too
Get a clue, girls are repulsed by your crude babbling.
We are clearly offended when you stare, drooling in our direction.
Clean up your act, evolve...cause you act like a caveman.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Slumber in visions
Dear Night, I pray you wrap me in your ebony cloak.
Lull me to sleep and summon my visions.
I'm whole and at peace under the shadow of darkness.
While I slumber life's mysteries are made evident.
I welcome the nothingness that surrounds me.
Will death be as sweet as the sleep that I covet.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Querido

El amor es siego y la locura siempre lo acompana.
Esta locura me da vueltas y me lleva a la arruina.
Corazon porque me enganas.
Con tu mirada me reduces a ceniza.
Tus ojos iluminantes, tan claros y brillantes.
Tu rostro me persigue.
Tu voz me arulla con canciones tiernas.
Estas sensaciones me acompanan con los anos.
Para llegar a ser y seguir siendo.
Esta locura me da vueltas y me lleva a la arruina.
Corazon porque me enganas.
Con tu mirada me reduces a ceniza.
Tus ojos iluminantes, tan claros y brillantes.
Tu rostro me persigue.
Tu voz me arulla con canciones tiernas.
Estas sensaciones me acompanan con los anos.
Para llegar a ser y seguir siendo.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Winter
Snowflakes, each distinct, in shape and size.
Each a masterpiece, a unique creation.
Ice crystals intricately branched in majesty.
I turn to receive their light kisses upon my cheek.
Gently they cascade to earth, briefly leaving their monarchy.
For this moment in time the earth and the heavens united in splendor.
Each season with it's beauty causes mortals to surrender.
Be it by cloak of night or unclad day, I do marvel in it's reverence.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Woman
Your eyes do hold me still.Behold a cause so tattered and broken,
lame she crawls out of her decay.
Her life, like rubble crumbles.
Dreams left behind for a glimpse at tomorrow.
Suitors court and dismiss her.
Friends are dependent and draining.
Family expects her to personify perfection.
Her spirit is drained and forsaken.
Where can she go to escape her misfortune?
When can she run through the meadows?
Bask in the warmth of the sun?
She grows weary, her countenance worn.
When she draws her last breath she will fly away home.
Among the stars and above this world,
never again to feel life's sorrow.
Weightless and free, she can rise from the ashes.
Olympus, Nirvana, Mt. Zion, Valhalla.............
Two in One
Drenched with cool tones of clear blues.
Surrounded by the silence of the timbers.
Above the heavens sing a hypnotizing lullaby.
The firmament cradles the stars securely in place.
These luminous gemstones dance frivolously through the sky.
A ballet of lights gracefully moving through the night.
My reflection gazes back at me from the still surface of the waters.
Crystal clear, placid waters glisten under the light of the new moon.
Listen as the wind cries out, silently beckoning.
Answering it's call, immersing my form into it's anticipated solace.
Enveloped with rapture so intense, a veritable tempest.
Satiated, overwhelmed, covered with tenderness.
Filled beyond expectation or promise, aglow and renewed.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Girl
Paper dolls, jacks and jump ropes-Little girl plays alone.
Imagination her only companion-her only escape, immune to the chaos that flanks her.
She pretends to be a princess of a distant land, an exotic realm, in royal garments she's adorned.
Her court complete with loyal servants, whose only wish is to praise and adore.
The Knights fight for her honor, moving swiftly to slay the dragon, he ready to devour.
Gentle lady that I am, I hand this Champion a token- to bring him luck in foreign lands.
I am promised to the noble Knight who can free our land from tyranny.
Brave Paladin requires nothing less than a crown in payment for his chivallry.
Born for greatness, destined to the throne, she honors her sovereignty.
Instead of bliss she's draped in sadness, that's the cruel truth for this lady.
Both in life and at play truth is revealed to be melancholy.
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