Standing in one place the eternities stare,
an eternity, as sand pulling away from the dune,
over time.
Slowly,
slowly,
pulling away from the dune.
How indifferent the wind that plays with the shifting sand,
asking more and more
until the sand is blown away.
away
piled behind a wall
sturdy
as indifferent as the wind once was
blow as it may
the wind cannot pass, but is turned aside.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Evocative Sound
Hauntingly beautiful sound,
a train whistle.
Evoking a yearning
unexplainable.
Clatter, clatter,
moving forward.
A call to decide.
a train whistle.
Evoking a yearning
unexplainable.
Clatter, clatter,
moving forward.
A call to decide.
On Writing
Nothing like the purity of writing
clarity found,
a simple sound.
communication
Words distilled,
truths revealed,
friendships sealed,
and hearts healed.
clarity found,
a simple sound.
communication
Words distilled,
truths revealed,
friendships sealed,
and hearts healed.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Spinning in the Dark
In the silent sacred corridor, footfall after footfall down the pitch black hall
walking blindly, walking forward towards the neon sign, says "exit," illumination in
the dark. Breath is held in the air of suspense, still, silent night as I reach for
living waters. Renewal at the spigot of faith, renewal in the silence.
Dusk till dawn in the dessert I roam, wandering barefoot in the cool sands.
Silence is eminent, silence surrounds, silence on earth and in heaven abounds.
Brilliant darkness, radiant dark, interspersed with pinpoints of light,
unsteady on the top of the world, I reach for a hand that is not there and stand
spinning, thirsting for still waters.
walking blindly, walking forward towards the neon sign, says "exit," illumination in
the dark. Breath is held in the air of suspense, still, silent night as I reach for
living waters. Renewal at the spigot of faith, renewal in the silence.
Dusk till dawn in the dessert I roam, wandering barefoot in the cool sands.
Silence is eminent, silence surrounds, silence on earth and in heaven abounds.
Brilliant darkness, radiant dark, interspersed with pinpoints of light,
unsteady on the top of the world, I reach for a hand that is not there and stand
spinning, thirsting for still waters.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Silver Lies
Breathe life into me, for your arms I have ached
my lips have parted for the sweet taste of your silver tongue.
Insanity,
as i tell myself that all is right,
as I hope for things which I haven't seen.
Silent as I lay here in this eerie world of darkness
as I lay awaiting the hope of a new beginning.
The light, how dim it has grown as I walk down the hungry streets.
I have breathed in the air of bitter recourse
after the elation of our love has crashed after these many years.
How could I have known what the silence meant,
the desperation hidden behind veiled eyes.
my lips have parted for the sweet taste of your silver tongue.
Insanity,
as i tell myself that all is right,
as I hope for things which I haven't seen.
Silent as I lay here in this eerie world of darkness
as I lay awaiting the hope of a new beginning.
The light, how dim it has grown as I walk down the hungry streets.
I have breathed in the air of bitter recourse
after the elation of our love has crashed after these many years.
How could I have known what the silence meant,
the desperation hidden behind veiled eyes.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
The Snare
OH Woman, though ancient goddess of love,
Oh woman, woman, woman
how grief and sorrow meets within your breast,
how joy and pain intertwine.
Oh woman, how thou sufferest for the sake of others sorrows revealed,
servant, healer called forth from the primordial wisdom of reconciliation,
woman thou art an angel, a self effacing saint,
how little you believe such praise,
when you do and have done as women,
through all time and eternity have done,
you have been caught in the net of idealism,
turmoil the vision of glimmering freedom seems a mirage upon the sand.
Oh woman, woman, woman
how grief and sorrow meets within your breast,
how joy and pain intertwine.
Oh woman, how thou sufferest for the sake of others sorrows revealed,
servant, healer called forth from the primordial wisdom of reconciliation,
woman thou art an angel, a self effacing saint,
how little you believe such praise,
when you do and have done as women,
through all time and eternity have done,
you have been caught in the net of idealism,
turmoil the vision of glimmering freedom seems a mirage upon the sand.
Numb
Numb
Numb
Numb, another one
No really, another one?
It has just begun, just begun, it cannot really be another one.
NO, NO, NO
It cannot happen, I will not let it, what can work,
can anything work to stop this? Can it?
I will try It , anything, anything
Bring me herbs, doctors, voodoo magic
Stop, stop, stop this please
Please
Please
Naïve girl
This one
This one
This
Can still happen
Even if
You are numb
*This piece is connected with this piece
http://creativelywritten.blogspot.com/2009/06/missing-angel.html
Numb
Numb, another one
No really, another one?
It has just begun, just begun, it cannot really be another one.
NO, NO, NO
It cannot happen, I will not let it, what can work,
can anything work to stop this? Can it?
I will try It , anything, anything
Bring me herbs, doctors, voodoo magic
Stop, stop, stop this please
Please
Please
Naïve girl
This one
This one
This
Can still happen
Even if
You are numb
*This piece is connected with this piece
http://creativelywritten.blogspot.com/2009/06/missing-angel.html
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