I awoke dreaming the words. A voice said, get up and write them down. It was 0430.
Awaken from slumber, you sleeping ones
Arise before the morning Sun
Brush the veiled smokescreen before you
Trust not your deceiving sight or ears to understand
Believe from within truths set before you
Look at the eyes of the cat
See the slightest movements of the surroundings
Watch for clues that bare studying
The Moon is staged and not so far
Awaken child from sleeping slumber
Perceive the time before the rooster crows
The hour is a liar, and minutes are left to behold
And you see behind the curtain
Frightening from so many lies
Truth was never perceived correctly
Mankind is far from the thrown
And we are slaves made from a conjure
We came from a bet that fell cast
The child is a way of safety
A bread filled path to the Tree of Life
Take the loaf’s trail and proceed with might
Finding the way, not using your sight
Faith guides your heart
Belief takes you all the way home
1954
Midge, thoroughly disgusted with her “daddy.”
He made her stay home on a Friday night
Pouting like ‘A Cat On A Hot Tin Roof’
Placing curses as he passed by
The antenna helped carry her signal
Pop died the next Saturday night
Midge, thoroughly disgusted with her “daddy.”
He made her stay home on a Friday night
Pouting like ‘A Cat On A Hot Tin Roof’
Placing curses as he passed by
The antenna helped carry her mad signals
Pop’s died Saturday evening
And Midge ate the caramel delights
And, “Father Knows Best.”
Midge, thoroughly disgusted with her “daddy.”
He made her stay home on a Friday night
Pouting like ‘A Cat On A Hot Tin Roof’
Placing curses as Pops made her cry
The antenna helped carry her mad signals
So, Pop’s then died choking,
As Midge drank Turkish Delights
And, “Father Knows Best,” on Friday nights
Where The Boys Are, honking when they drive by
A message to the past
STOP
Stop. Please, listen, I’m watching from so near
Just stop talking and listen to me me dears
Life is too short to argue as you do
Now listen to me children
Your mother still cares immensely for you
A veil that is so thin separates us now
But there is a place you can reach me, by bow
If you’ll only take this time to listen dear child
You can her me whisper
but your soul must be mild
Come a little closer, I will tell you more
Please stop, don’t run out that door
Listen so sensitively to my silent voice
Feel me as I brush the winds
It is entirely your choice
But, please hear me
Listen my children and see
I’m still here
The soft warmth of a summer breeze passes
A North wind gently blows against my hair
Amber golden memories cover hazy visions
You walking amidst the silky stalks barefooted
Smiling, playing hide and seek, in the recesses of my mind
And if we could love again there playing games as lovers do
Laughing as if no cares exist in the caverns of time
Feeling your flesh and touching your lips
Watching the North wind bend the amber lens behind
Yielding flesh, thus meshing souls in one dimensional bind
Promise eternal flames tightly conjoined
And never meant to be broken
Vowing love for you, forevermore
As our love takes flight invisible, as before.
Oh, how she loved The Grey Dappled Stallion
He so proud and adorned with his lovely companion
Both coming alive in romancing novels
A fair maid in red and a Stallion “Aristotle”
Dramatically engaged in erotic sagas
Insightful was the maiden girl
Who watched beyond a surreal world
Looking for answers seemed well hidden
By private eyes and demon legends
Until one day, while barefooted in the forest
Alone there she did ponder
Noticing a break in the lining
Stretching forth to touch the crystal chamber
Pounding her palm on the weakness of veils
Shattering the mysteries of the others tales
And, the forest trees and skies disappeared
To a place lest lovely and no cares
But, the truth was bare for her to see
And, she covered it from you and me
Walking the forest floor about the shattered glass
Watching the others and their plans for us
Wondering why from whilst we came
She spoke no truths and simply sighed
When the forest population questioned the sky
She kept the secrets as others passed by
Remembering Summer and That Old Swing
Memories of childhood under a tree
A swing left vacated by me
The warm wind blows across goldenrod
In a distant voice children laugh
Playing together there under the tree
About Aliens
In green foliage of the spring woods
I happened upon men as they stood
Seeing through their bodies frightened me
What the devil that I can see
Amidst the lush green of the forest one day
Appeared strange images of invisible spirits moving
I dare say
Hiding from those creatures in a thicket, there pray
Holding a sneeze, as tight as I could
Whilst sitting in hay
Moving and looking towards me it scanned!
Eyes of lights and a devilish grin
Exploding the sneezed covered the land
And the beings of invisible molecules of lights
Took my arms and we disappeared from this sight
Elysium dedicated to my daughter Elysia
A vision, there, a fairy bright
She bends to touch flowers of lights
Am I dreaming or is this real?
The most beautiful place, is so surreal.
May I stay here, but for awhile?
No, not now, but may visit, my child
How may I come, If there’s no road?
At nighttime, while sleeping, from your abode
We’ll come and escort you when dreaming assured
And let you play amongst Elysium’s flowers and stars
Yours Forever
Forever is unmeasured
Maybe forever plus a day
Forever could be a moment
in just one single rainbow’s ray
Time has many dimensions
Where dreams do seem to whirl
Forever is a promise
That is defined by the surreal
When you say “forever”
My eyes are clever sleuths
Forever is in a conjured imagination
That rarely holds the truth
They say I’m insane but you say, “I’m not.”
Little bird, how fearless are your thoughts
Friends have I none
But, you are are my song
Little bird, love you have sung to my heart
Her Finishing School spawned her madness
Failing etiquette, Victoria challenged tea time
Failing etiquette, Victoria challenge
Practice walking Victoria, teapot on head!
Now get up! One two three!
Isabella Isabella! There is work to do!
There you dream looking out a subway window
Dreams and visions are not limited to the walls of brick
Open your eyes, girl, see beyond the thick
Prison of the cities eternal cement walls
There is greenery and life beyond the city malls
Now dream your way out!
Pursuit it with your shout!
Now, shut your eyes and believe it o come about
Abortion
A blue veil encompassed me when I erased you away
Forever gone from me, I gladly bid you adieu
But, your haunting memories plagued mi amore
There! Creeping through the blue veil by day
And tantalizing my night visions I see your face
Certain of your death under the blue veil
This can’t be happening, you’re dead, I do tell!
And, here she drifts freely
On cold icy nights in only her gown
A blood stained hand spattered the shroud
Her baby that lived despite the murderers hands
But, took the mother whose seen drifting down
The road during icy cold winter’s
Towards the assailants’ home of three brothers
Where I’ve walked has left a trail
The path I’ve traveled, I came afar
Left behind a cold desolate life
But where I’m headed only I can tell
In a life are numbered days
Given to man to find a way
Making the trails from the clay
Walking our steps as we may
At the end man hopes his God
Sends angels to greet him with welcoming nods
And the trails walked that look dismal and grey
Are men’s accomplishments rather than ill dismay
To My Children
Have I told you that I love you
Do you know this fact my loves
And if time slipped away from our shores
And the Sun’s rays came no more
Would you still know I loved you
Far greater then time barriers ever knew
Passing that of the speed of light
How great is my love for you two
The violence in the water challenged the gift of music in my strings
I stood firmly on that peer ready to play the vibrations of my heart
In my right hand, my fiddle, and in my left, my bow
The waters dared me, and my violin was prepared for the show
And what was she thinking
One could not know
She stood on the peer
Looking away from the shore
The mausoleum seems frozen; ghosts reside
The frozen mausoleum; there ghosts reside
Haunting, cold, lonely the monastery life
He surveyed the horizon for hope
The long unyielding day ended with the cold wind
And the man and his dog were truly best of friends
The night’s arrival brought dark clouds with perhaps a storm
But together they’d make it and be unharmed
Watching so quietly hiding from you
Within the foliage masked from view
My eyes fall at the light, my face disguised
Seeing you there, my soul hypnotized
Wanting, but shan’t go through
Fore you’re away, way out of my queue
There is a red bird that has come to visit me
It rests upon the warm Earth singing of love of Thee
In it’s song a voice that says
Time for rest from all your cares
Within the cold air that night the breaths of father Joseph and his infant child Jesus were lingering in the chill. Wrapped in swaddling clothes the infant is also held tight by the arms of his arms wrapped in lambs wool.
The cattle and goats laid near and the manger became toasty warm. The Stars light shown threw the cracks in thatch ceiling
And love permeated the air when God was born.
“The sleek cold turquoise forest of ice cycles simply welcomed the tired into it’s beauty. Crawl into the cradle, so cozy and warm, and the wind will sing lullabies to beckon sleep. The babies felt comforted by the hues and the limbs of branches that rocked the infants to the lands of the deepest slumbers. And there they schlafen until the fairy lights sent by the Sun awakened the babes and then another adventure soon promised to begin…” Goodnight World
Time it was
Caught in glance
And a glance was caught
Though in innocence
She saw
Secrets of long ago
It does seem
I know this place, before
She dreamed
Cinderella and Karma
Soot on her nose and on her clothes
A princess under the gloom
Sweeping by day and sleeping with a broom
Occupied her, several years and a day
Then one eve after chores completed
Cindy’s thoughts were always fleeting
Except on Sunday when snow fell sleeting
She lingered looking in a mirror scrying
Amazing stood an image of her abiding
Dressed in clothing so fair
With hair done up with care
Her face trimmed with shimmering flair
Her broom became a handsome princess’ groom
And the hearth beheld foods that filled the room
And she danced until the moon’s lights diminished
And Karma knew Cindy was quite unfinished
And the shoes belonged to the princess in soot
And not another minute was spent feeling unloved and unkept
Because Cindy saw the crown Karma promised
The Needle and The Thread
One birth
One thread
One eyelet
Two ways
One person
Many chances
Many challenges
Many mendings
One block
One time
One death
8PM
The fog rolled down into the valley where the train station sat
Three crosses on the hill rested above where holes in the fog Bared their solitude and dignity of where lives were once present
And no one was around. The track was empty of humans or ghosts
Yet the lights within a cabin expected a passenger for certain
I smoked my last cigarette. I watched the station for movement.
There was none, not even a stray cat or dog. Them the box car door slid open. The stairs came down towards me, like and invitation, just for me. After taking my last drag, I through the butt on the ground and walked to the car. My suitcase rolled behind me. I had no idea where I was going. I trusted for a stupid reason that really doesn’t matter. Simply, I wanted change and the railroad wants to take me. I’m tired of fighting for all the things I want, they want and my employer wants. Damn weary. Anything is better than one more day of exhaustion so I step on the first step. The conductor ghosts yells, “Last call, All aboard!” I get into the car and suddenly my life changes, forever.
Lifting her hands releasing the power
Behind a window for all to see
Come out from behind your shield daughter
Sending the gift and setting it free
The Love of Grandmothers and such
Looking on the bad side the cup was empty, old and tried
The petals of roses dried colorfully whilst resting on its side
An antique china tea saucer and it’s fragile cup lay
Dropped among the wet leaves one cold autumn day
And, there it lain for four seasons, or perhaps even more
Amongst the slimy worms and upon the chilled damp floor
Hidden for a reason, until time had chosen to share
When Molly was a teenager, she discovered the delicate ware
Up she picked it, from the foliage, thus lifting, ever so gently
Dusting off the muddy earth and lifting the leaves intently
From its inner depth fell a key hidden before
And Molly held it to the sunlight examining the signs of yore
“Something is about this,” she thought to herself
Seeking any mysteries about grannies sudden fate
The china cup and saucer soon sparkled with love
And the key she found opened a treasure box with a picture of a dove
And Mollies life changed that day beyond all measure
Her grandmother gave her secrets found within the earthen treasures
Figure me out!
“Yes, I’m pissed.”
Just read between my lines
I’m a woman you understand who ~
Speaks beyond words and uses an expressive brow
Now listen very carefully
No excuses for not comprehending
Now read me very carefully
Your test is in my aching
Figure it out!
The message within my pout
Look at my arms crossed
And my stance so warningly rigid
Figure me out!
I’m a woman in the making.
Read my grey areas
And thanks for your caring
Prostitution of The Soul
Christmas Day and it is warm in San Juan.
Sitting on the stones wishing that I was home.
I moved here away from my family
Partying, booze and hanging out with clientele
I miss my mom, i miss my dad
I want to go home and sleep in my bed.
I’m twenty two now and lived harder than one should
Traveling to a mountain top with you is unimaginable
An ecstasy that I hope for
Because as sure as The Moon appears
I will travel to the dark side
With you
When dying
~
And love is
that I loved me
Sacrificed me
Just for you
Because I loved you as my equal
And raised you a little higher than myself
Because you did the same
For me
~
“Fools Rush In”
Where angels fear to go
Attempting love again
Is beyond any scope that I know;
However,
A life void of tenderness
Is an ocean without a ship
But to be a fool, once more
They’ll be no rushing of this wind
And, this I know, for sure
~
Thank you for reading…. In February love yourself first then others…..
A person who does not love them self is not able to love others first.
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