I’ve posted this one before, but I’m reposting because it’s disappeared into the bowels of the archive and I’ve just entered it in the wr…
let me be the traveler / and explorer / and you / the adventure waiting to unfold
empty faces, blank trains / old eyes staring out / from cold compartments / child-like, clinging / to a once-bright past
life – our lives, how we live. what we fear. jordan busson. 29 July 2009.
Blowing through a vast crevasse – / from whirling tempest; / to calming balm on wounded skin; / to constant howl; / to sunlit kiss, onto war…
Ah. How to describe this? This is, quite simply, my past – or, the majority of it’s heaviness. So much. So many details. In short: my beautiful mother died at the age of 26, at the hands of a monster (AKA: the black-maker); tortured us beforehand for 2+ years on a daily basis (he was a dirty, dirty cop) which included molesting me for many years, years of which I have but 2 memories left after my brain erased my hard-drive to keep me from killing myself, most likely…the body knows what’s best. although, it would be nice, to have even one memory of my mother. she died when I was 7. She took her own life to escape him. / I have always pictured that little girl (me at 7, post her death) as sitting atop this pillar in a cave, bound and gagged, waiting for the adult me to come and rescue her…maybe someday I’ll be able to remember, and realease that girl of mine) / but for now, I take all of this as : A GIFT. and I mean that. ,my past is my gift, my present the reward. I harbor no ill-will against anyone. I forgave the man about 5 years back, in a dream actually, and my mother as well. / As I say, “I am the light-maker now”. So be it. I accept. With love and forgiveness in my heart, how could I do anything but shine for them?
I have said many times “I miss home”. My blood boils in the sunny weather of / California,
Inspired by Farras Abdelnour / Himself and his work.. / Homesick / / ≈ / I feel this shot and within Farras and his work I ‘feel’ always a beyond, / this poem is for him and my ‘feelings’ of him.. I hope not to embarrass, / I am way to ‘feely’ sometimes.. but it is me.. promise no pretense, Just Joy.
Under cover of darkness the packs’ journey loudly calls / howling in the moonlight, while She-Wolf magic enthralls A clan of protection…
Inspired by Earthmonster’s image and a collaboration unfolds… Dances with Wolves
exiled from a thousand miles / keeping distance within reason / aware enough to understand / what was coming with the season / in a heart th…
For those who know little about me, I left the city four years ago for a number of reasons and have lived on my own in a very remote place for that time. In many ways it has been the most solitary and difficult thing I have ever done….but at the time my spirit knew it was necessary. A time of soul-searching that has been extremely cathartic in so many ways. It would have been a waste and a tragedy if it had not been healing too, as it most certainly was. I realized a lot of things about myself during this time ….. it was a necessary time … I am a work in progress as we all are, until the end. None of us will ever attain the ‘perfection’ we seek but we sure can strive to be the best we can be! It is very easy to ridicule, to judge etc., when you are not in another’s shoes and have not lived their life. There have been times when I have been criticized from strange quarters for daring to take time out to ‘research’ and know myself so to speak but I wouldn’t change it now, not for the world. That done I am now in a better position to live the kind of life that I want to live in the heart of society. / I write this poem for the children, the family and the friends that I left behind.
I’m drawn to embark on a journey that reflects my silver galaxies in the universe of your eyes
pour vous, mes yeux de noisetier noisetier = hazel My imagination wrote this… a beautiful journey into eyes of hazel…
No lone journey this / Golden bus on sloping hill / Will sweep up again / No need to try and change it / You cannot escape the sun Oh no, ...
Inspired by the beautiful artwork of Lorenzo Castello here. Thank you for the inspiration Lorenzo! / Bus
You left in a storm and left me alone / to nurse myself back to health / amongst the shattered earth / and slices of forgotten flesh.
the five phases of relationship grief… per the writers experience. “The only journey is the one within” / ~Rainer Maria Rilke
She stirs up red life / Her heart full of emotion / She broods in darkness / Her dance of sheer abandon / Naked beauty of the sun Draw clo…
Inspired by the beautiful artwork of Lorenzo Castello. Thank you for the inspiration Lorenzo! / Art / Music
I ask my hands, / “Why am I here?” They do not answer. They are preoccupied, / rummaging around / in an overstuffed handbag, / search…
...the way / of my love. The calling of the familiar; / how it glides, / waiting tears brimming / from it’s cus…
Silver moonbeams fall / Lighting the way through the dark / To walk quietly / Holding all strength deep inside / See your lifelong dreams unf…
I write this for all dreamers and fellow travellers of the long and winding road, the manifesters of their own wonderful reality. Believe. Inspired by the beautiful Beatles song “The Long & Winding Road” ....... here
I’ve heard of dark legends coating the deepest of seas and myths of winged lions guarding perils of every kind
For all those who race against time to just barely be able to grasp and dance to the beat of love. et pour vous, mon amour x Inspired by the Odyssey, and the story of Penelope and Odysseus. La Odisea is Spanish for “The Odyssey”
I am at the crossroads / Facing / The moon and the sun / My instinct tells me / Follow the yellow brick road / Visit the wizard / With all th…
Thank you for reading…..
Flummoxed are those whose paths / only ever lead / to one, / same end. Over trodden / on unknown feet, / where shoed facsimiles / only eve…
Sometime between the mid of night and morning… The washed out garden seems to groan / her fraying blanket, cold; / strands of gray inhab…
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See me / Sense me / Feel me / Like me / Know me / Want me / Yes? Take me / Thrill me / Seek me / Find me / Lose me / Tease me / Ohh…... Want …
Ummmm…..does this need a description??
I do miss you and I’ve been missing you for days / We talk every day, hours turn into minutes, and time never stays / My eyes get tired and…
12-18-2009 This has been inspired by a poem I read by our very own Famous and Talented writer, Shoaib ! He posted this poem about a week ago, and after I read it, which I loved :)...it did linger in my head…cuz it was like a little story…and I really wanted to know how it ended :) So of course, my first version ( yes, I wrote 2 different version :)) LOL ) ended like most our comments to him….”Yes, any girl would wait at the station” I mean….geez, Shoaib def, knows how to work his words so we can all be under his spell :)) LOL / but seriously, when I really started to think, I realized in real world, nothing is that easy…and what if as much as one wants to be there, but they can’t…no matter how much they love, they end up missing each other instead…so all these what ifs came to play…and this is what I came up with from a different POV :) / Now I know I’m not a writer…so to me this was more like a LONG COMMENT :)) LMAO / so THANK YOU for reading and putting up with my words :)) XO and most importantly…THANK YOU Shoaib for your beautiful words, mind and how you truly inspire US all :) You are a True gift to anyone who’s path crosses with yours ! Please read more of Shoaibs’ work here at this link :) / shoaib and as of 12-20-09 My Pretty, Talented and GIFTED friend, Cynthia also wrote HER own version of this little ride…and it is the BEST :)...so please please click on this link, so you may enjoy reading this story from yet another beautiful POV :) / Cynthia Lund Torroll / LOVE U GIRL :) SO WHO ELSE WOULD LIKE TO TAKE THIS TRAIN RIDE???? THIS RIDE IS FREE..SO YOU DON’T EVEN NEED A TICKET TO GET ON, JUST YOUR HEART and MIND :))) 12-20-09 / AND now my good friend Richard, just took the challenge and came up with this other amazing TRIP…wow…I love reading all these versions :) / Thanks R…what a nice surprise :) xx / Please read his poem at this link :) / clickinhistory with only few hours later, I just found out another BRILLIANT artist has decided to share her story at this STATION…I cannot even began to tell you, how thrilled I was to read her version…Tempe, YOU ARE TRULY REMARKABLE…thank YOU :) / Please take a moment and ENJOY her amazing words using this link :) / Tempe Below is Shoaibs’ amazing Poem / which started this Journey for me :) / THANK YOU so so much Shoaib…for letting ME, of all people to play around with some of your words :) I felt like I was writing a script …this was one of the best experiences for me…now I know why writing can be FUN :) xx and for the rest of you writers…watch out…I may just have to start leaving these LONG Comments as well …lmaoooooo :) The journey* I miss you and I’ve been missing you for days / Where does the time go when we talk for hours and nothing stays? / I close my eyes and we part ways / I want to say… Hey beautiful / I wish I could stay / But I’m late for my train / So many thoughts are running off like a relay / There is no delay despite how much it rains / It’s rainy without you here and I’m already late / I have to go so, please don’t look away Hey beautiful / I have so much to say my thoughts are lost just like that runaway train / You / Give me the strength to maintain / And it isn’t even like me to behave this way / Today / I got up at dawn and prayed / In an ancient tongue that is as unfamiliar to me as the pain / Of Sunday mornings where I had to learn to recite that grace / “oh ye who reject faith / I worship not what you worship nor do you worship what I worship / And I will not worship what you worship nor will you worship what I worship… / ….you unto your religion and me unto mine” / Lines / Of the divine Hey beautiful, I too wish I could stop time / Instead I just close my eyes / Because true love is blind / So onto that train I climbed / Thinking I am so unprepared for this ride / It’s other’s blind faith in religion that makes me lose mine / Face it… we can’t all be right / And we change it…. To fit how we want to live our lives / I wonder sometimes… / Would I regret coming on board like the times in my life I lied? / And let others cry / Still sometimes / I try and hide / From all these thoughts that I keep inside / The point is we can’t even trust ourselves at times I just want to say hey beautiful / You decide / Because I don’t ever want to be the person that made you cry / Made you say hey… at least we tried / I want to be that heart in which you confide But it’s too much to ask someone to put their faith in you at night / When faith itself could be a lie / I have this reoccurring dream where I can’t run in a straight line / And when I stop to realign / I realize / I too am running out of time / I turn and wake to your empty bedside / I think nothing of it because it happens all the time So I walked down the aisle and take my seat and sigh / Left alone there I retreat in to the safety of my mind / I think it’s easier to be your own enemy sometimes / At least you feel like you can control your own lives / Even though you know full well that that’s not where peace resides / They say that true peace is felt inside / But I know poets are never right / Because what sounds beautiful isn’t always a true reflection of where we find / Our happiness to be at that particular time I saw a child on that train and he asked “are we there yet” / His young father said “son, we will get there soon” / His grandfather said “Look, how far we’ve already come” / And I… / I just looked out the window and questioned journey / And stayed silent on the destination / I can only pray that we find our salvation That you believe in me enough to be patient / And that when I get off this train… you decide to meet me at that station
you had to take that train there was no choice really / everything led to your departure – / the ticket secured way in advance / through…
With my eyes covered, and a giant gulp, I accepted jacqleen’s challenge: “I’d love to see your take on this :))) hint hint :))” So here it is. / I wince. / I do not write. / Please be kind (and rewind). / ha ha ha. My take on the genesis that shoaib started with his heartfelt work the journey which prompted jacqleen’s rich pov the journey with no ending (what a fun chain) WITH UTMOST RESPECT TO the very gifted SHOAIB AND JACQLEEN ..................................................................................
i sleep on the couch / for the bed has grown / way too big for me / with his shirt wrapped / tightly around my body / his scent remains / i dri…
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