Maiden Dreams 9/15/18

Day #1
Peering into the black abyss that is night
Stomach acid
Running rapid
As she strives
To find her eyes again.

Nothing
                   Is
Tarnished

Ripening,
Like the ready fruit
She hand picks her destiny
Devouring her fate
Each bite served
To honor all the old ways
Transferred
Shed
Unlearned
Renewed

There lies no promise achieved
If she cannot keep up with her own self

Only hope
Though seemingly empty
Still
Brought much closer
This beloved unknown
A path
Never meant to be seen
If she had chosen fear as her suitor
If she had chosen agony
None of her dreams
Would have seen the light
Day #2
She listens to the cooling wind.
Another breeze,
Familiar and sweet
Like the first time
All so subtle
Immense by each case.
She learns,
To hold fast,
To steady hold
If the current future
Was not meant for her
She still grows
Nothing to undue
Since it was always meant to come undone
Only in regards,
To make way,
For another way
To pass serenely through
Anguish seems to be at the root
of every rage erupted these days

But no longer can it blunt the spear.

No longer may she allow it to disturb the air inside her.
She is water.
Capable of drowning out her own self-made terrors
So that she may return again.

Return and flourish dear maiden!

Hope Soul

Super sweet.
Intensely unique.
She will no longer,
Look away.

Can it be so?
There is room to love further.
Another way of knowing awaits to be found.

She did not mind the sound,
Of what needed to be said
She finds herself not minding at all,

For the reasons equate to yet another,
Reinvention of intellect.
Shining adamantly.
A present dance.

These days,
She waits no more.

Onto and forth with this love.
Magnificent
All at once.

Ceaseless "Recorded Poem"

Speak

Redeemer,
Conceiver of humanity,
Can you see us through...

In this dimension,
Money supersedes equality
And my skin color
Forecasts my nature
Without
A single word being spoken.

When bred by consumerism,
When it is every soul
For his or herself,
Empathy diminishes
By a seasonal monetary donation
In the name of repentance.

Remember

In the midst of rotation,
Praying for answers to be revealed,
The root of the current suffering began to take shape.
Peace was nowhere in sight during these distrustful times.
   
      Distrust of your intention,
Distrust of self,
      Distrust from assumptions.

Still your lover,
I was still your enemy.
In moments of misunderstandings.
We achieved clarity after regard was shredded.
Pressed on,
Leaving the insults unaddressed.

Now the memory of pessimism seems to never flee.
Behind your smile,
The flashback of every way you left still stings.
For today,
You still choose to come and go as you please.

Here, I will go another way.
Peering right into all the clarity awaiting...

Forgetting,
Remembering,
Never fading,
Reconciling.

Soul Stunner

Bask in your splendor.
Still amidst commotion.

We know already,
Inside.
We are aware of what the ideal attitude is
In order to continue the press forward.

But what happens when ghastly thoughts
Begin to make their whispers heard,
In bold clarity.
The doubt boomed in ears.
Convinced the will.
Summons attention...
Only to dwell.
Somehow, it now sat much closer than before.

Horror was when the negativity burrowed deep.
Releasing vibrations to only disturb.
Never would there be peace achieved,
In a country that undermines their only cherished word,
Family.
A country who refuses to reconcile with the vitality of their roots.
Downright refuses to water the necessary truths.

Awareness refocuses.
The light sheds through the treetops,
Just upon some distant shrub among sundown.
Sensibility is restored somehow.
By all these sweet set of silhouettes.
Appearing to interpret condition.
     
Wonders everlasting.

Here it is.
The light of the sky protruding through once more after a cloud's
Passing.
Already,
The light,
A descendant of recollection.

There Is A Meadow: 2/5/18

It felt as though I would fade away,
For good.
Here,
Inside this shadow,
There is a meadow,
Widening,
Becoming ever clearer,
Nearer to better discoveries.
Leading towards the ones that leave a frown aside,
For they admit,
They are not permanent.
Still,
I felt I would fade away,
By the mere assurance of having dead weight,
Finally severed,
I felt I would then ascend,
Filled with the ultimate emptiness.
Here,
I would bid farewell to unnecessary goodbyes.

Hold her fast,
If one day she lacked some self-assurance.
Each moment,
I allow myself to see him or them or her,
I still can't help but answer,
To the silent void you did not mean to transfer.

And so,
The purge of all that stirred within,
Certainly came,
Bestowing revision,
To ease what tension remained.
I can now stand
The sight of myself,
Walking to and from each memory.
Never to dwell again,
Unless it is for me solely,
To renew meaning.

Never said farewell,
Only remained missing.
Beating presence,
You have saved me,
But have also been the unlearned enemy.
Here,
Honoring existence,
She will surely neglect what is not needed.
She will return home.
Momentarily defeated,
But always welcomed.
The furthest from forsaken.

Rest In Place

Rest in peace The mind which could not make amends While alive In sleep Freedom was found Leaving wonders of what lay beyond The eternal slumber Therefore One Then another Took their own breath away To divert from all that claims to be known Achieving destiny Guided by the surge of feelings To end the visceral obligation To everyone and everything Only to sooner begin Their celestial journey Rest in place The unwanted affliction For currently It is like war to merely survive a question The most dangerous mind is believed to have once been A divine house of light Diminishing by the chaos of an ever-changing existence Caving In Without the reassurance So here Will you witness what descends and retracts? Letting go too easily Tempts numbness to linger Longer than anticipated Enticing the belief Permanent isolation is salvation Remaining open I awake to another day Reminding They will soon feel The ricochet of suppressed conscience The overflow must Surely bestow The greatest cleanse we have yet to witness The worthy reflection Is swiftly in sight Awaiting to be summoned By aid of the ancestors light Rest in power All those minds that begged to be still Amidst this immortal tension Never are you forgotten Here Resisted by resting permanently Now Rest Onto the beyond With your kindred spirit We walk without you We will never stop seeing you So long as we remember ourselves So long Soon too gone