She is lost to me,
Her eyes avert mine
And her body turns away
When I am close;
Her heart is but a barricade
All roads inside blocked off…
Now I must surrender
To this rolling tide,
The most of it my fault-
Love isn’t a word that comes
Easy to me
My heart’s been withdrawn,
Never understanding
how to adequately give…
And I linger now in the shadow
Of pain and regret;
My love an empty vein draining
Through a plastic sieve..
Oh how I wish it were some other way
And she might find it
Within her
to let go and forgive
Tag: beauty
avoidance
Slumbering brain, unwilling
To listen to words that pour forth
From the heart-
Such truth that longs to be told;
To be realized…
Yet this mind is resistant
To the mention of such harshness
Critically flowing forth from
obvious truth-
Too sharp to be understood,
Sleep overtakes logic
And the the mind wavers instead
Within the worlds between
Light and dark
Hoping to be released
From the reality that dogs it so…
Oh avoidance! When will you let go
Of this untenable hold upon the mind
Now captured and imprisoned upon
Your righteous bed of lies
rain
Nothingness hangs about
Dropping bits of uninspired
Thought from the sky,
Unenthusiastically
Bitter gray doldrums linger
Darkly
Preventing illumination
Keeping the heart from seeing
Into the divine; secrets that now
Linger just beyond heart’s view
Oh, sorry sorry day!
There’s nothing that can break
This underwhelming silence
That collects yet more gray rain
Waiting, wasting, withering away
Heart’s calls for help are stifled
By this vast nothingness
Oblivion
this truth
where has the heart gone?
hidden way from fear,
banished from her own chest,
she lingers alone…
tears within the fabric of self
keep her empty and scared…
oh love! your sense of entitlement
has gone on too long…
you must find a way back to this soul
so that we may mend the broken fences
that emotions lingers upon…
this folly creates such pain;
as there are no reparations without
honesty
and this truth you must claim
as your own…
drift wood
Drifting wood,
Bobbing and floating;
Taken by tide’s will and
Storms might,
You were once part
Of a bigger ship…
Smooth and full of holes,
You linger now in your wisdom
Feigning defeat
stars
We all have a story
That we must tell
About the glories of our life;
The triumphs and trials,
And when we fell to our knees
In darkness and pain
And cried…
It is our obligation
At the end of all things
To sing the songs of our deeds
And tribulations
Until the sky opens and swallows
All that we are back into
The stars
stained glass
holy stained glass
lines this heart with divine
images of nature;
diffusing light into color
and thought,
until the entirety of this soul
is glowing…
though unbroken, the heart’s
windows of red and green
linger bare for all to see,
a stones throw away from
shattering…
take care with such beauty!
these ancient designs linger
delicately upon the edges
of memory
and once destroyed, will never
be made again
imprisoned
these words that fall
from your lips
land heavy at my feet…
concrete blocks of
your truth
that close me in
and prevent me from moving-
soon your feelings will
imprison me
within these walls
and I will cease to breathe
Perennials of Love
Heart’s thoughts echo
Through body and soul-
Truth, aligning all three…
This higher vibrational energy,
Forged in acceptance,
Sets free the self to grow-
Small gardens of happiness
Forging together one by one
Until all the world is filled with
Singing birds
And perennials of love..
Oh could this be a dream?
That each could find this flow?
May heaven’s heart open along
The river of enough so that
All may find the space between
Dawn’s wet dew and dusk’s
Soft glow
Meaningless words
white noise fills the room;
this dull roar of nothingness
that occupies thought and sound…
oh dead wanderers, already gone,
asleep and lingering on the brink
of oblivion-
you suffer so at the hands
of those meaningless words
that feed your soul with
emptiness
when will you let go? nature
is calling
and birds are singing, and rain is
falling
and all that is good is ready
for your welcome hands
and open heart
do not let your spirit die
upon a cross of insignificance
when all you need to fuel
your soul
is already here
the SIBYL'S SONG 