A wonderful weekend to you all….
I’m sure, we have all woken up this way once or twice in our lives….
I woke up to a Tuesday,
I’ve done this thousands of times before
But something about this wakening,
Has strained me to the core
I woke within a strangers thoughts,
The night must have stolen my mind
My head is aching, my body weak,
Rational thoughts, I cannot find
I didn’t sense me leaving,
I didn’t feel this come
How could it be, 2nd day in the week,
That I have come undone
Plan A has gone straight passed plan B,
Now to create C
To remove, foreign mind occupation,
Using strength with strategy
Where is the logic, who flipped the switch?
Who took rational away?
Who created this war, internal struggle,
And let a stranger invade my day
Not wanted to build, but the walls are up,
Reaction of defense
Defending now my peace of mind,
As protection to these events
So take a hike, you thoughts so crazed,
As I, take a breath so deep
And exhale so hard and blow you out,
Putting me, back on my feet
Inspired by hearing my “Waiting” read by Anthony and conversations with my first poetic inspiration here on WP, Jay, a writer of poetry with an eloquent style that’s begged to be discovered, I decided to add an audio. I learned from Anthony that not only do we write, but we are, interpreted. I listened to his rendition of “Waitng”, as it was felt to him. It was a wonderful experience as I listened. I thought it may be interesting to hear my voice, how this new poem reads to me. The first lines are an inspiration from a comment from Anthonys partner. Soon I hope Jay, will charm you over the moon with the beauty of his voice set to his words-
Pilot of Life
„Have more answers than questions“,
T’was a tip today, a good one that I received
“We have wings and do fly,
If your mind is open,
All you must do is believe”
Close your eyes in the face of sadness,
Close your eyes, and let go
Travel to a corner, of peace in your mind,
On the invisible wings of your soul
Don’t search, don’t look,
Beyond what you’ve got
Be Tranquil now,
With your haves and have nots
While trusting the reason
Why it’s this way
As you travel your life,
In each predestined day
Do not give dignity,
To the questions of why
Travel beyond from that weight,
…Just fly
You’re the Pilot of life, on your own runway,
Never question the power of hope
Who says that we, cannot fly,
With wings on our souls to elope
My thoughts dry up faster than the ink on the paper
Do I blame the pen?
I missed the wind when I cast my sail too late
Do I blame the wind?
The world is in turmoil
Do I blame one Man?
Just how weak we are when we use blame as a tool
Judgment, critique, a pedestal for fools
Who have never composed, sailed on a lake
Or ruled a Country, for Heaven’s sake
Trial and error with lessons learned
Is all we should seek, all we should yearn
Pride in attempts to perfect our plan
Because we can’t blame the pen, wind or the Man
For our empty heads or a changing wind,
A clash of politics or religious sins
I had a very bad experience this weekend that left me highly questioning the placement of blame in the world we live in. Hence, this thought was born. If we could replace blame with hope, perhaps once we could see a better day? Wishing you all a bit of the beauty and love out there this week.
Heather
On one December day
His passion went away
As if a window opened
And away
It blew
Exiting warmth
Entering cold
All on that winter day
Everything I loved
Disappeared
The man I once knew
Was taken ahold
By a past or a present
God only knows
He left my side as he stood by me
Invisible presence
As he claimed to be
In love with my eyes, my hair, my being
But what was the lack of love I was seeing
Where is his heart if it is not with mine
To where has it drifted in such a short time
The windows still open
As the pane gathers frost
I won’t close it yet
In case he’s just lost
Out finding his heart
And will bring it back
Before my heart freezes
Breaks down and cracks
We fight the seasons
With our bodies so bold
We sweat and we shiver
From hot into cold
We should fight for love
One to have and to hold
Leave windows open
For a chance to come home
Air is home for a bird in flight
As Earth the home for trees
Water a splendor for life of its’ own
And You are the fire in me
You are my Home
My earth
My air
My Fire
Our love water
In which we swim
I profess my love to you right now
Pray tell how to begin
To express what is right
Forego what is wrong
Keep fire in your heart
Your touch
As air soars a bird in the sky
Your love
As earth roots the trees
You’re my fire
My Home
My Earth, Air and Water
You’re everything to me
Mask of morning fog
Covers the rays of breaking sun
Mask of a smile
Covers the residue of broken dreams
Disguises both ways
Distorts what may be
A manipulated state so real you’ll believe
The sun still shines just not in our eyes
The residue of pain not healed
Switch the perception
View from a new side
Then see the truth
That these masks don’t reveal
What’s it all anyway
It’s all just a storm
The days that are perfect
Are not life’s true norm
Put on the glasses with rose colored lens
Positive, reassured it’ll get better again
What is that” better” and when will it come
I think its a farce that fools everyone
Does it exist?
Is carefree alive?
Is it a part of the past,
In the future deprived
Of roads paved smooth
The way not furrowed
Faith in the heart
Of love not troubled
I’ll get on my knees
In the midst of this rain
Pave a new path
For love once again
This storm too shall pass
We’ll again find the norm
And the strength for life’s struggle
To which we were born
You wanna go
You wanna stay
You want the pain
to fade away
You wanna laugh
You only cry
Why can’t this time
Just fade on by
You had enough
You had your fill
Sit back relax
Take a pill
Your body’s weak
Your head is stone
Catapulted Mind
Find your way home
Sun kiss my shoulders
Block this cold within
Next chapter of life
begs to begin
You wanna go
You wanna stay
You want your life
To find its way
Dear Me,Me
Photos of places I wish I could go
Tall hills of green where a river below flows
Scenes of beauty I wish I could paint
Mix of earth colors skilled hand to create
Pieces of clothing I wish I could sew
Vintage lace style of time long ago
I wish
I wish
You wish just like me
You have scenes in your mind
of places to see
You look to the sky to charter your path
You beg to the Heaven for exclusion of wrath
You find yourself through your thoughts of the day
Of wishes you choose to make life worth your stay
Because after all that’s what Dreamers do
We wish
and we wish
Till we make it come true
I had the darkness but now live in the light
For those of you still there, those climbing out,
For reflection of those that have found the way,
Please set aside some minutes,
Depression has possibly never been better portrayed
From Poets Corner, a brilliant piece of work that will make you think more than twice of just how well the imagination works with expressive, descriptive poetry.
http://www.prayersandpromises.org/2013/12/27/cut-poem-trigger-warning/
From Dianna Rasmussen, a favorite blogger of mine anyway, whos piece on “cutting” I read as profound, heart touching and necessary of a socially worthy reblog.
This was my first visit to Cyclettas blog. I found this on the Reader and must say, I wish I saw my life as the Bumblebees a long time ago. Nice inspirational twist.
The Starting End 