Blues

Sing, harmonize with my soul.

Like a warm, cleansing breeze,

Like a wave breaking over me,

Throw me a line with your voice,

And draw the poison sadness out,

So the sun may shine after the rain.

Perpetually Broken Heart

Rock breaks rock, wind and water corrode the land,

The babe tears from the mother, with a cry of demand.

Diamonds cut glass, and mountains grind to dust,

The mother trudges through the pain because she must.

The hand that feeds is bitten beneath baleful eyes,

Why from the mother’s love does hatred arise?

Irritating sand in the clam becomes the pearl,

So is the hope for my abrasive little girl.

Spring Storm

The waves crash onto the shore, eating away the land,

The tide high in the storm, ever decreasing sand,
The wind whips to and fro, the birds tumble in the air,
My home is by the shore, but the ocean doesn’t care.

My heart tries to beat within the tightness of my chest,
My face full of heat, my eyes tired for lack of rest,
The tears boil up, waging battle with my will,
I try to hold them back, but a few escape still.

Is this a spring zephyr, one that will come and go?
Or is it the Never, pounding doubt upon my soul?
Should I ignore the wind, or should I run and hide?
Is there shelter here within, against this rising tide?

Hope peaks through the clouds, then doused by the rain.
Hope, come back around, so Strength can rule again.
Oh tears will make it worse; no need to add to the storm,
My fears- my personal curse; keep me from getting warm.

Dark Skye

Skies are dark but the wind is strong,

Blind eyes look upon what’s wrong,

The little eyes look up, ever up,

But only judgment fills their cup



Will it ever end, will it ever be right?

Will the darkness lighten up, stop being night?

The wind blows cold and history repeats

Through the darkness the same eyes seek



The water is murky, it’s never clear,

Shivering and wonder what I’m doing here,

Standing before those judging eyes,

Level now with no disguise



Will it ever end, will it ever be right?

Will the darkness lighten up, stop being night?


The wind blows cold and history repeats

Through the darkness the same eyes seek


Same place, on a different day,

Little eyes look up my way,

What to do? The decision is mine,

To be nourishing or to be unkind



Will it ever end, will it ever be right?

Will the darkness lighten up, stop being night?

The wind blows cold and history repeats

The decision is mine- the cycle ends with me.

Oh Love is a wild storm

Powerful and Humbling
It’ll knock down your walls
It’ll blow you away…

Love leaves some torn
Yet others empowered
A reminder of all you have
And all there is to lose.

Never know when it’ll form
Never know when it’ll die.
No telling what it’ll do
If it will even survive.

It appears and you choose
To run and take cover,
Or be engulfed despite the risk-
And fully live the experience.

Sacred

It’s said God is Love, so I understand,


Across my skin; your caressing hand,

Cuddled up, warm, together naked,

An act of worship; our love is sacred.



A manifestation of the Great Divine,

The magnet that pulls at you and I,

The light reflecting off the moon,

The Love, love between me and you.

Thinking of You

Thoughts of you blow through my mind,
Like notes of a lovely song,

The fragrant breeze envelops me,
I can't help but sing along.

Anticipating your warm embrace,
My spirit is drawn anew,

By the light of the stars you beckon me,
Down the moonlit path to you.

Natives

Customs and ways I don’t understand,

Strange creatures in a stranger land,

Build each other up- they do this first-

Then sit back to watch the bubble burst.

Then pick up the pieces from the muddy rain,

And start the process over again… (???)

Marcas

The black sheep is different, so he is shunned,
But not for anything wrong he had done,
All he had shown was love and affection,
But for them, he was too far from perfection.

Those snobby llamas, they hold their heads high,
Looking down on him with only harsh eyes,
They step on each other and claim to be wronged,
As the shunned one just stands by all along.

One of the pack fell down and got stuck,
They congregated; disparaging the luck,
And they walked away to continue as before,
Helping their own was too much of a chore.

Ah the outcast gathered his strength, enraged,
The holier-than-thou were otherwise engaged,
The only one in the field who helped the fallen,
Yet condemnation’s what those rats are calling.

Who has more honor? The shunners or shunned?
We can tell by observing what each one has done.
The expression is common, as we all have heard:
Actions, ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS!!!!

On Edge

Perception is off, I don’t know what to think,
Inching up to the edge, is it really that deep?

Staring down into the darkness captivated,
Was I justified in all I loved and hated?

Confusion falls over me drop by drop
I wish these whirling thought would stop.

Wish I could stop wondering and know,
If I should stay or jump or turn and go.

Moving Forward

I catch a whiff as I happen by-
Sadness envelops me like the night,
The fragrance invites and pulls me in,
But I realize that those hopes went dim.
Wilted and no longer able to grow,
Despite the beckoning, I still must go.

Getting Through

The weight of the world rests on my back

Like the dead carcass of an unrealized dream.

My shoulders hurt from the burden of it all

But I can’t put it down, I can’t put it down.



I’m trudging through the desert of pain

Under burning disappointment by day,

And bone-chilling confusion by night.

On the other side is my garden of peace,

Where I will lay my burden down,

Sit under the weeping willow,

And cry until I am cleansed.

All that Remains...

My stomach is turning, eyes are burning, I sit here paralyzed,
My heart is yearning, but am I learning?  What's left to realize?


I am forgiving and never unkind, I am a woman of worth.
So why then?  Why every time, do I seem to be under a curse?

It's a mystery; it's a cruel reality, one I always hope will change,
Each time, a few months in, and the heart break is all that remains.

Betrayed by hope again... The heart break is all that remains...
Optimism be damned... The heart break is all that remains.

Two Moons ago, yes two moons past,

The warmth and light were unsurpassed.

The joy of Spring- fragrant new start,

Brought out the sunshine of my heart.

Spring leads to summer- warm and bright,

But somehow the clouds cover the light.

The rain comes down, and it won’t stop,

And I’m dying a little with each drop.

The warmth melts away with each drop.

Drowning in sorrow with each drop.

Losing faith with each drop,

Wish it would stop,

Drop, drop,

Drop.

Français poème pour mon copain

Tout mon corps me demande:

 "Où est le tressaillement que une fois a été?"

Il n'y a aucune chaleur comme la passion:

la passion pour compléter la douceur de l'amour.

N'attendez pas trop longtemps, mon amour,

je suis de plus en plus froid.

Et je suis tellement faim pour vous.

Votre fidèle amant,

MMM

I have walked this path before,
since I was a seven-year-old child.
I knew how to walk this road,
Weather bad, or weather mild.

I've held my broken heart fast,
I have walked along so alone;
I have learned the steps myself,
And what to expect as I've grown.

I know every hill, every turn,
As I trod along the familiar way,
What used to be... dropped off-
I no longer know what to say.


A lifelong trip; in reality, a nightmare.
Since I can remember, death suspended,
Another false alarm? another threat?
or will it end, will it really be ended?

What happened to the Land of Hope?

My tears pound on the dusty river bed;

The moisture just disappears like smoke.

All the hopes and dreams of this land,

Dried up for the lacking actions of a man.

How do you water the dessert?

How do you revive the life that was?

You don’t. You can’t, you don’t.

Try to force it to grow, but it won’t.

Fertility is gone, for lack of sustenance,

A flood would not bring back existence.

The river dried up, it’s now a grave,

Nothing left to do, it can’t be saved.

Ah life goes on and we all adjust;

Prickly cactuses replace the trees,

Vultures instead of chirping birds,

Searing wind replaced the herds.

It’s now the lonely Land of Bitter and Jaded.



How do you continue to feed the mouth that bites?
How do you love in the face of hate?
How do you continue against exhaustion?
How do you soothe the one inflicting such pain?

I can't give up, I won't give up, though it's so tempting.
I won't give up, I refuse to give in, I'm hanging by a thread...
Oh it hurts, it hurts so bad, my hands slip with my tears,
Oh the tears roll down my face but I HAVE RESOLVE 

I will hold on while they kick me,  again and again.
I won't defend, Oh God help me hold on!!  I won't let go,
I can't I can't I can't let go like generations before,
The promise of ease looms over me and I want to lash out,

Return the kicks, viscously bite back, Oh what do I feel?
Intense love, mixed with pain, love binds me in place,
As my heart is ripped out of my chest with a rusty knife.



I tried to take care, at the bottom of the sea,
I had to find air, it was killing me,
My heart is ripped out of my chest,
with a knife that is full of rust, no rest.

I tried but how do you love in the face of hate?
How do you feed the mouth that bites?
Over and over, Begging for affirmation and love?

They BITE. They lash out in their own pain.
They hurt and tear in effort to ease the burn
Oh God help me I am trying to hope.

Fire

Stocking the fire from my side and yours,
We had a good thing going.
You threw more and more on,
from the skies our flame was showing

I threw more onto our fire,
Delighted by the heat and light,
Then you started putting less in,
And I realized it was a cold dark night.

I start to shiver; I don't like the cold,
I have so much to add to the fire. 
I want to be with you as we grow old,
But I need your heat and desire.

3/14

J:

On sweet music, such as was made last night,

Fires my passions and gives love to ignite.

Your supple beautiful form in my arms,

Banishes the greys and keeps us from harms.

Your impassioned lips upon my mine,

move softly and speak volumes in mime.

Your words are like a gentle breeze.

carrying cool wind through hot trees.

With your supportive hand in my hand,

we set out together across this land.

On an adventure without any end,

let us to old wounds amend.

 

 

M:

I walked around dry as a bone

Till you called and started the rain,

I’m now drowning in my love for you

Yet beautifully sustained.

Thank you, my love.