Quote of the Day
Better Things…
Better things are coming….I can smell, feel and hear them carrying sounds of explosion!
Cody…..Shining from ‘The Other Side”
I cannot believe that you are absent yet again,
I wish I could employ a little magic,
To bring you back to life,
Just for a minute to experience your presence
Thoughts are dragging me in their wake,
They are urgent, varied and exhaust my senses,
This is an orgy kind of solitude never felt before,
As I crave to see you annoy me just once again
We shared all the delights and pains of life,
These memories glow but they also hurt with odd sharpness,
I felt the hand of death when I saw you breathe your last,
I still wish that I could do something, anything for you
I still reel with tears when images of your weak body prop up,
Struggling in vain to suck your last energy while in my arms,
The images are still crystal clear and well-lit in my mind’s eye,
They force me through the horrors of death throes
Your parting has made me become who I am,
I do not know who I am anymore,
I have become a maze of shambles
I am full of grief beyond comprehension
Time after time, I call upon your name from memories,
Cody, Cody…. reality always storms my heart,
Silence, silence that I never knew existed,
I had seen it better never taken it in
I have resigned my hopes to the inevitable ‘other side’,
I can’t stop wondering if you are happy in that other side,
The strands of sweetened morning sunshine remind me of you,
You were my sunshine and still are…
For as a kitty I made you a home in my heart to stay forever,
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AM BACK!
I am going to let words fall from my hands like light from the sky! I will couple strange and awkward words to gain beautiful meaning.
I missed you all!
XOXO
The Heartache
He could feel it and smell it too,
The burning heartache that churned inside,
He longed for a small mound of love, just little,
It was a soft cry, though it was sad and hopeless
This was an artificially created crisis, but by who?
It had made him small and inside he was a stone,
For his heart carried a quiet kind of rebel for all things,
He had come accustomed to all evil spewed on him
Although he was surrounded by a sea of honest petals,
That danced graciously in the blameless soft breeze,
Violence had numbed his senses into disbelief,
Could neither feel the highest joy nor the deepest sadness.
He was tethered like a hopeless Christmas animal,
For the onslaught of anything that would kill his peace,
For the world was full of tension and discriminate hate,
He had confirmed that horror on earth is real and canny
He wished he could shut his eyes and command it to stop,
He wished to feel wild and free just once more in life,
He wished to feel unreachable and invincible all at once,
He wished he could go into that light but deep dreamlike bliss…
This moment that extended everything that he wasn’t sure of
Poetry Language
Yesterday’s Sunset
Sunsets come soaked with different colors
amber, orange, red, gold and distilled purple
they are shimmering and spectacular against the blue sky
they always suggest and remind me about the beauty of living.
Yesterday, the rhythm of the soft breeze announced its arrival
it was more vivid through the naked branches of the lone tree
probably telling delicious secrets about life that i was unaware of
slowly, that intoxicating rhythm of life found its way to my soul.
The intricacies of the setting sun were reflected through the flower petals
the majesty of the light that shone through them centered my heart
teaching me how to cope with the storms in my life
that truth was bigger than all the mysterious shadows I’d ever seen
The sun’s low orange candle carried warmth that I could only imagine
it was strange and it carried a quality that I could never give a name to
for that quality permitted my transparent reflections to live and thrive
and unburden myself of all the hurt, worries and suck aspirations
The tree gave an innate dignity that was free of any pride
but it also kept its ancient pride
despite being dishonored time after time
it came naturally like the warmth of the rising sun
Yesterday’s sunset was magical
it was peaceful,
it was wild,
it was unrestricted,
and I desired for a quiet continuity
Abyss of desire wash through my body when yesterday’s sunset steals all my thoughts
Poetry Language…
Quote of the Day
“I know that I am intelligent, because I know that I know nothing”
~Socrates
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