Tag: spiritualhealing

cold void

oh how I wish for some distraction
from the loneliness of my heart…
but all the pretty flowers have been plucked
and the baby birds fell from the nest
into the mulch
and all that was glorious about the sun
leaves my skin burned and aching…
so within the cold void I linger now
waiting for my secrets to bubble up
because nothing stays hidden forever
when the quiet has silenced all else

back to you

obsessive and unnatural-
the curves of thought
spiraling into dirty depths
of diseased memory, that link
back to you

dark and twisted passion, engraved
by a tortured tool, remain etched
within the walls of souls-
writing that predates first breath
and solvency

and these violent acts of love,
tied forever back to your touch,
remain within twisted fingers
bound by string- always
leading back to you

prickly throne

these thoughts sit upon a prickly throne
uncomfortable, unsteady-
full of insecure reason as memories
shade the past with hues of gray

bestowed with a crown of disbelief
and touched with lunacy
these pitiful thoughts demand attention
as rabid emotion kneels in disdain

the garden

pulsating numbness and sweat beads
running down my chin;
the yard needs some tending
but I cannot seem to find the strength
to finish-
flowers everywhere mixed with weeds
and my heart spinning…just thinking
of what was said
though the dark nights are over, the waking has just begun…
So I will linger in the shade just a little longer
And then get back to the garden

freed to time

time stops, the moment slows
painful memories trapped within
tingling skin
release to the grand expanse of
eternity..
and that deep-seated darkness
is held silent by angel’s sweet mercy
as my spirit grows wings of light
and flys away…
what is the nature of a peace of mind
that within the bubble of a second
gets freed to time?

sorrow

i have nothing left within me
to move forward
my head is swimming in images of the past
and my heart, cowers in the corner..
I am desolate, if that’s a word that can be used
to describe the utter lack of anything
that from me, slowly broods
I am nothing.. can’t you see that?
I am but a bird, lonesome, with a
broken wing… left behind
rewind… wait… did i leave or did you leave me?
I am so confused…
sinking down now, into what’s left of my
mind, i sigh… because there is nothing
left within me, but sorrow….

dark obsession

this uncontrollable fire
burns today without regard
for what I desire-
it’s like the flames i carry within
my heart have a mind of their own…
and my body is left in the middle
trying to control the slow burn
of my longing soul
why do you taunt me so?!
you who hold the key to my
eternity, spirits own lonely
companion down this forsaken road…
would that I cut you out of my destiny
if you would only go, but still you linger here;
my heart’s dark obsession, passion’s fiery glow