Art of Poetry

I am shaken free

From the core of my deepest dark space I cried out

Surrendered

Swore and swirled around

Unfamiliar ground finally sound

Mind seized

Hearts turn to stone

Discarded…

I am pushing still

From the core of my deepest grace I sing

Wash away

Wash it away …

In the morning I changed

In the evening I changed

The freedom gripped me

I swirl in and out of this dark place inside me

I feel the heaviness of this heart

Of the lives it has lived

Of the body that has drained it

Of the decay beneath this desolate desert

And I rest or rush

Continued despite such sadness and anger

… without reason

Because even reason is temporary

We must learn to swirl, surrender and push

To live

To grow

Reason can only be LIFE

And our currency LOVE

Hearts turn to stone and HURT

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Energy captured, released…

Flowing through me

Each exchange entertaining flow

Far removed, almost in secret yet wide opened

I turned the keys

In came the sheep

The banshees

The bees

And way up in the trees the birds watched me…

Watched me weep, sweat and bleed

Watched me feed

Came close by and picked down at me

I looked into them…

Beyond the hollow veils within

Opened the gates

And walked away…

My heart sunk

And I reached for the keys

Seeing banshees and sheep

Under such beautiful trees

Gathered with the bees

And they picked at my heels

As I turned away through the hollow veils

Away from them

Closed the gate

And I wish I could throw away these keys…

Yet more keyholes appreared

And I turned the keys

Along came the bees

And the birds in the trees -

Shuffled and some came down

This time to smile…

Together for a moment we weep, sweat and bleed

Together for a moment we feed

Looking into each other

Beyond the hollow veils within

Opening gates

My heart SOARS and sinks still…

As I reach for any keys

Any reason

Anything REAL

…And the birds went away

The bees are up in the trees

I walk away battered

Shaken

Greatful and IN UTERO

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My Heart is heavy with the memory it posseses

Lessons of Compassion, Passion

Unconditional Love

All around me possessions that mold me

Though I would not lay down my life for them

But for the memories I would…

My Spirit taught with the strain of easing the burden

Lessons of Endurance, Perseverance

Unconditional Love

All around me energies that form me

Though I would not surrender to them all

But for some release I could…

Where, alone do you dwell??

Within your own Silence

or within the boundaries of this World

Or Both.

I take my Spirit

And I give it to my Heart

It is wild and calm

Heavy and taught

The energy I possess to move me

Upon the awakening of such Love.

I, the Soul, make this Body quiver in dance

To the Rhythm of Unconditional Love…

Nostalgia?            written on 19 November 2011

The hot blood of life’s blindfolds running through my veins

Corrupted visions of fate entwined with hopeless fear

As I shake within

cradling my quivering soul beneath me

encompassed by an energy I make little sense of

reaching deep down within toward the blindfolds we wear…

And trembling to and fro beneath this veil

one more quaking thrust forward in and out of this world

as tears come I quiver along with you

and enfold a paintbrush in my arms….

 

The cold blood of life’s blindfolds corrupting the flow in my veins

Visions of consequence entwined with hopeless faith

As so many bid me farewell and God bless

At a distance I sit and wonder what it is I am thanked for

Who and what my work has touched

To see deep down within toward the blindfolds few discard…

A dance of the harshest reproof

As confusion creates a void inside me

As we disregard each other

It is clearer to me how much tighter I must grasp my paintbrush

 

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