Archive for September, 2012
September 30, 2012 · Filed under Uncategorized · Tagged ebb, emotions, feelings, heart, ideas, poetry, river, rocks, tide
The River Still Flows On
Setting down on a paper stream
Ink bubbles through the bleeding lung
Ideas formed from contaminated seams
spitting foam and rabid words are flung
– And still the river flows on
Detailed plans raises the banks
Cementing actions fortify levees
strong of mind and hard of thanks
Asserts the dam of actions heavy
– And still the river flows on
Disdained hearts forge new boulders
Claiming for once the whole part
Ernest feelings on sore shoulders
Receding as the ocean sets to start
– And still the river flows on
September 28, 2012 · Filed under Uncategorized · Tagged beauty, delicate, heart, poetry, sight, soul, subtly, vision
The Unveiling
A glimpse of a soul
reveals
naught but the whole
Imbuing your delicate pleasure
melds
pain in good measure
Taking in a new breath
expels
from life creative death
Catching a delicious sight
endows
beauty in the heart’s height
A subtle glimpse of the soul
contains
all but the whole
September 28, 2012 · Filed under Uncategorized · Tagged games, life, poetry, tricks, women
Samsara, Mara, and Karma
Through this wily game
Samsara drinks
from the Suma root
beguiling her dress
pulling her tress
sullying her press
With this wicked trick
Mara breaths
filth ridden air
polluting our minds
defiling the body’s rinds
marring the sacred blinds
Within this drunken farce
Karma plays
a nasty game of give and take
denying our right
negating the fight
confusing the sight
September 27, 2012 · Filed under Uncategorized · Tagged attraction, brilliance, eyes, me, poetry, she
There She Was
There she was – always standing alone
Looking about- – wanting soon to atone
Look around – gauging meanings through sight
Staying near – – desiring his right
There she was – forever abound
Graceful touch – – where love’s around
Standing firm – shining from above
Distill life – – with the flight of a dove
There she was – lingering within her eyes
Soon approaching – – the spectre of brilliance lies
Coming for me – she drops her guard to see
Speaking silence – – her hands reach for me
September 27, 2012 · Filed under Uncategorized · Tagged actions, broken things, loud, poetry, quiet, soul, whole, words
Through Broken Things
Our spirits flows on
living in fragile bodies
unknown to exist
until the day of fate came
and removed from sight
those garments of esteemed costs
Revealing all at once love
The soul stays quiet
Residing in empty sounds
Disposing of words
for a greater impact of
distilled meanings through
wayfaring acts to reveal
the truth of gratitude seen
The spirits uplift
depressed bodies when they’re seen
and contain all truth
as a life is to be lived
within the scope of
the ever living heart and
speaks throughout the broken things
September 24, 2012 · Filed under Uncategorized · Tagged cause and effect, creativity, current, freedom, life, poetry, rapids, river, spontaneity, thoughts ideals
Current Of Freedom
As we land in the innocuous river
we are pushed into and out of the rapids of
audible causes and bombarded
by waves of inevitable effects.
We are pulled into eddies of creativity
and fight our way towards the gentle
pools of quiet spontaneity.
Through the breadth of time
We come to finally see
that the subtle current of freedom
directs each one of us down the
flowing river of life.
September 23, 2012 · Filed under Uncategorized · Tagged abundance, comparisons, dew, Love, nature, poetry
Pales in Comparison
Swimming in the sea
of cosmic love, flying through
the lights of heaven
above, or running in the
fields of abundance
pales in comparison to
drinking the dew of your love
September 22, 2012 · Filed under Uncategorized · Tagged choices, letters, life, memory, photographs, poetry
It’s A Dangerous Thing
It’s a dangerous thing looking back
on the events of your own life
sifting through old photographs and letters
reliving past events again or musing
what might have been if things went differently
If I decided to stay for m adoptive family
or abandon them for the sake of my American family
or should I have left them both to find my own life
To recriminate myself for past deeds done
when I’ve paid the prices many times over
Looking at a tear stained letter, feeling the scars
both bodily and emotional left behind from past choices
Reopening wounds that had once healed
just for the glimmer of a distant memory
It’s a dangerous thing looking back
on the events of one’s own life
September 21, 2012 · Filed under Uncategorized · Tagged contradiction, phonics, poetry, rudeness, rules, silence, understanding, words
Speak To Me In Silence
I distrust language
– even more in the rules of phonics
How rude they are
– contradicting themselves often
What you don’t believe me?
– read the following examples:
(and note the changes)
e
he
her
here
where
-now how many times did e change its sound?
or try this one:
e
ea
ear
hear
heart
No, I distrust in languages
– and more of their words
It’s best to speak to me in silence
– where nothing is misunderstood
September 20, 2012 · Filed under Uncategorized · Tagged 365 campaign, beauty, death, hope, inspiration, life, Love, spoetry, unknown
Life Sustains Beautiful Life
I am the taproot
digging deep into the Earth
chewing through rocks and
dirt to find life’s nutrients
Still deeper I go
into the warmth of the darkness
to anchor life in this world
You are the flower
standing brightly high above
Displaying beauty
onto the eyes of the world
Reaching higher yet
you unfurl your arms to
reach the celestial sight
I am the root that
delves into unbroken dark
You are the flower
that reaches the hearts of men
While I provide
you with nourishment, you give
love’s hope and inspirations
Though we’ll never meet
I shall dig through the darkness
to sustain your life
Though you do not know me here
you strive to reach high
while my work goes unknown
it sustains beautiful life.
