But when will you understand, / my Forest Sovereign, / that they are crying because / you drink me in / but then send me on my way?
Inspired by the fabulous Linaji and her inspiring poem Tenacity. Linaji is a huge source of inspiration and reflection for me on RedBubble, and I’m thrilled to collaborate with her and this marvelous piece of word weaving. Tenacity There is a certain muscle in his heart, / Tenacious as hell, / Resolve with a heady mix of / Obligation and duty / Spilling over / To a dance of postponement and restraint. Yet a melding of dire consequences / That broke the camels back / Does not phase him / Situations that kill others hopes and dreams / Pass over him like duck water down his back He may swim in murky waters and smell the fires / Burning / But he does not flee / No, he feathers his nest even more now, / He goes about the duty of deliverance. / He has responsibility to thank for his persistence / Continuity a road well worn by his journey / And, / Agreements / Within / His only truth sometimes / Sustaining a position he burrows into / Roots growing fast and strong / Even if everything around him begins to rearrange themselves to a different set of beliefs / Revealing a different future / He remains a constant unto himself And sometimes I think this will actually work / Due to unbending intent / The broken pieces will just be ground / Down to dust particles / And change winds will blow them away What remains by his side is of his own doing / Scattered remnants of pain and pleasure / Leading the charge with flags flying / ‘We bring you liberation and freedom’ / However, in the charge there are many deaths and wounded inflicted by this Badge of honor / Worn with a mighty cause / His happiness or so it would seem. That is the beauty however of this beating heart / This righteous army / Swelling round the wounded and the lost / As the dust settles and the ‘liberators’ are reaching out / With grace / Smiling / Picking up the pieces with tenderness and tears We are convinced sometimes perhaps it is best / To remain here / In the place where one was born / Where one was once happy and playing as a child / Remembering only the sweetness of growing up / In a neighbor hood that had many stories of joy and / Pleasure. / So we take the liberators hand with a smile / Because now he has given us a piece of chocolate / With almonds / Something we have not had for a very long time. Linaji 2009
But you, with your heart on your sleeve / and a child in your eyes,
when you know what you are hearing just isn’t
It ended as it had begun / with an agonized scream of unfulfilled need / and bitter accusations.
At the end of a love story, why do some choose to keep only the bad memories, or to forget it all completely?
It had been missing for some time / a piece of me / so slight I had overlooked it for quite a while
sometimes people leave parts of themselves and we don’t know it until another lifetime
Our conversations / Were laid out / Like a linen blanket / On forest green grass
Intertwining of souls… does it really happen?
This passion that sweeps fire across my breast / It chokes within me / I cannot speak.
The saddest thing in the world is loving someone that used to love you.
but it continues to grow colder / as we / come apart at more than mere / fingers
the beginning of the end that should’ve ended long ago… painful revelations
when a sigh escapes / those peach flavored lips
....sigh….
If you been decided you move / You should take your all memories away / If you taken decision to go alone / *think just once about lov…
I saw the dreams frozen / I saw the charm of love unbreakable / I saw the moments were in spell / I saw at the end of the time / *Yo…
I can see many walls / In the path of love / Everything seemed impossible / And we are waiting for the miracle
Wounds from war, whether victorious or not / Never run as deep as the damage done to the heart
Last night I had half a boittle of wine, 3.5 vodkas and some jelly shots. Sadly I had to cut my friends Josies 21st birthday party short, but on the way home on the bus the alcohol (or my brain) somehow put a pen and paper near me and alas this erupted.
“I love you,” he said / and drew lines / in the sand of his emotions
Two perspectives of the same holy gratiutous act…
how do we know
just one question
The whistle of the wind, / Or was it you calling my name?
I now know what it means / To really love and really be loved
Yesterday (November 05, 2007) was the 2nd anniversary of our face to face meeting. i had sent Darlene a “smile” on an on-line dating site a month previous, and we started talking on the phone just about every night. We finally met a month later. We have been together ever since.
I was seeing in your eyes / And wanted to get the clue / I was searching for a destiny / Destiny of love, In your eyes / *In your sou…
Precious friend, See yourself as God sees you. He sees you righteous in the righteousness of Jesus. He sees you as his son/daughter. *You…
You are a brand new creation an new person.
how love captured her how love held her as his captive if love leave her ever alone she will die in heaviness then soul w…
Bridge of believe / That can never collapse ever / Until the earth will be revolving around the sun / Until the moon will be loving to shap…
Goose pimpled skin like sand paper / An abrasive reminder to be had / Triggering the blunt reality of nil affection / Hairs standing on end,...
Sometimes all we need is a hug. I wrote this based on something I read about how we all need at least 3 hugs a day to feel emotionally secure. I believe that theory.
I’m pulling down my jeans, when he says, / “I’m behind you,” / and suddenly a rage comes of men behind me:
Ghosts that dance and linger in my mind…. Please no comments asking if I’m ok or saying sorry. This is just a reflection of voices in my head from long ago, nothing more.
the hurt / p u l l s at me / when we get in bed / and you roll over
longing, / soft as a holy lake / caught unaware / in the hidden fold / of a virgin mountain?
Sometimes what we are seeking was there all along.
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