Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
Ideological Addiction
Posted on: March 6, 2023
Addicted to the idea of who we should be-an illusion
Juxtaposition of control and fate
Locked in time ever present
Second hand counting up or down depending on the joy or frown
Like a clown faced monkey we perform to its tock letting it derive at what makes us tick
One hand our creation the other our downfall and the thin line eternally rotating through both
Second by second ascertaining our worth
Put a cog in the wheel and erase your expectation
Find contentment in the absence of containment
Infernal
Posted on: March 2, 2023
Silver bullet locked and loaded
Ink bled magnetic cement
Current on a bed of fiber soaking each utterance before it can breathe
Choking on triumphant hope-invisible cloak of armor
Your touch a fuse-electric-ignites my being
Trail blazing across my cheek
The trigger your thumb
Target my guttural impulses
A silent moan knows no home
Vagrant eternal
This love’s inferno hero
Concrete Jungle
Posted on: February 12, 2023
Ghosts in my mind tell me of things long forgotten from a time a part of me can’t forget. A part a person can not hide, even in the fathoms of lifetimes past-a sacred knowledge that is passed from the collective unconscious to the cellular existence…a birthright of souls from light to life. I miss the moist ground beneath my feet, the wind between my toes, sunscreen free sunshine, and berries on the trees. All I see now are their invisible, infinite shadows in a concrete jungle maze. Who are we in this dance of moments when the bell rings, and we race to the schoolyard with untethered abandon. So many bright lights trying to dodge the lamp shades determined to dim them. Vulture, or mouse, choice, or fate-we are all on this dualistic human rite of passage that our souls undertake…hard to tell sometimes which part is bumping around in the carriage and which is driving it. Freedom the restricted wilderness of our state parks, where for a minute you can taste the breath of eternity before closing hours when you return to the breath itself.
Auditory Frequency
Posted on: February 3, 2023
Song plays
I close my eyes feel rain the absence of pain
A warmth builds a bridge between the melodic lyrics and my heart’s rhythmic beat
I hold still in the negative entropy
Imploding and exploding, a reordered collapse of the space time continuum
Like an astral projection watching a tantric dreamy dance
The song ends-light changes
Matrix returns to “normal”
I step on the gas somewhere between mechanical and automated transport
To get from here to there..while really aren’t we all already there?
Release
Posted on: February 2, 2023
True Self awakening
Freedom Five
Elixir for life
Cat perched
Paws on fire
Silent guffaws answered in soaked laughter
Pushing through tears to transmute fears into faith
Joy and hope its own reward on Kerouac’s road to a detour around suffering
Asphyxiated enough by the diesel in our own engines
Destination irrelevant
Just wanting a journey to smile at
Beatnik dreams
BEING
Posted on: January 27, 2023
Stillness exudes condensed confidence
A dichotomy of unsettled rest, or centered restlessness
To anchor the two allows a unification in the mirror between them
Revealing true peace
Balance
Harmony
Within their coexistence
*A simply profound realization encapsulated by Lao Tzu, “Search your heart and see the way to do is to be.” 🙂
Return
Posted on: January 5, 2023
Winding the corner to a widening perspective
Pinholes of light in darkened peripheral
Tears cascade crumbles of forgotten mud in cracked awakening smiles
Sinew stretches, relaxes, settles
Heartbeat steadies
Breath even
Return to peace if even just a moment
Before turned upside down again
This dance of fate and chance held in arms’ will
A cacophony of wonders running the gamut of emotions
If life be a symphony play on-til no more chords echo in the twists and turns of the marrow of my bones
Feel (s)
Posted on: December 20, 2022
The window remains
The pane the same
But the view has changed along with her name
What began as a dance now a steadfast stance
Took a chance on romance
Its roots dug deep-grew a child, birthed a family-beautiful fruits of labor
From girl to woman, lover, partner, mother
Not yet old, but feeling time begin to fold
Living in the chasm’s interim
Laughter, tears, worry, joy, fears
Emotions once shuffled like toys, then questioned as ploys, now simply a fluid way of life
Surfing some, wading others
Toe dips, deep plunges, lazy breaths on sunny rocks, gasping for air between undulating knocks
Rhythmic flow in the zone
Alternately joyous, wondering, terrified, and thrown
Blissful sail of peace gives them all momentum, meaning-to a common centered place, a safe space
Home
Home is where the heart is
Maybe home is the heart
When nearer to the end where does one begin and the other end?
Traveler
Posted on: December 7, 2022
Time a tapered ticket taker on the platform of never ending travel
Soul weary or taking flight
Another midnight journey-frightened delight
Wanting only to be near a friend…or the end
Stop on the tracks
Look at the mountains rolling back
Get off and run naked through the blanketed grass-feeling the blades tickle your ass
Laugh without worry or care
Be all that you dare
Stare down the walls-obstacles in disguise-really just opportunities to rise
Travel alone together
Occasionally, or on the regular
Here, there, or anywhere
Just Travel.
Free Bird
Posted on: December 2, 2022
I keep his picture clear before me on my desk to see every day. His back turned in free, unfiltered movement-not to exclude, but to explore. A constant reminder for me to hold the space for him, while simultaneously letting him discover his own way. Parenting- the ultimate paradox, a challenging reward of investing so much with no guarantee of return…will the foundation you laid continue to solidify their steps, or will life (and their choices) create cracks upon which they stumble and fall? More importantly, did you prepare them to get up, and continue in faith and trust amidst all the soft and hardened ground? What will you be privy to in their deepest thoughts and experiences, and what will be kept from you, whether or not it should be?
A deeper space in my heart lit up when he was born, one I never knew existed, and one that can now never be extinguished. All I can do, all any of us mothers can do, is accomplish the impossible feat of being a revolving door of security, love, boundaries, and freedom…to always be there as they come and go, with one arm extended to catch, embrace and hold, and the other open wide to let them go out again on the other side.
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