Absolution sold by the glass

This is a poem about two people who after years apart find each other again. In each other they see the future- only to find that their paths lead in two different directions. Yet, the question remains, will time bring them back together?

Promises, balloons, strings attached
Destiny, expired, eggs unhatched

That we were good enough for each other
Was of no consequence to another

In this season of discontent
We loved without regret

Though tomorrow on loan
In the past we roamed

Love put on pause
Indecision cause

It paralyzed my heart
If pierced we part

Absolution sold by the glass
As memories dance and pass

Sapphires and diamonds, jade and gold
Make amends, easier to hold

Chance time for us?
In God I trust.

She Talks to me in whispers

She talks to me in whispers
She talks to me in sighs
She talks to me in lullabies

Her voice is like a cloud
Her voice is like a stream
Her voice is like a dream

She touches me in whispers
She touches me in sighs
She touches me in lullabies

Her skin is like a kimono
Her skin is like a vine
Her skin is like a Kline

Kline: http://www.artcyclopedia.com/artists/kline_franz.html

Landlocked

You see the plant with its landlocked roots,
gasping for air against the very boundaries of itself,
paralyzed by its own growth?

Tell me, how does it relate to the human condition?

Alive, thoroughly alive,
more life than earth to sustain it,
strangled by its own aspirations

perhaps it thinks itself a tree?

Freed from its tumor it can renew itself again
But I have not the heart to hack its roots,
separte the parts from the whole

Because I know not where it begins

Perception is Imagination

I wrote this as a response to all the activities we spend our life on which are not in keeping with our true nature and do not add value to our lives. What came to mind, particularly, was how hard women (and men) can be hard on other women. In Western society, we supposedly value individuality, but I hear and read so many disparaging comments about women's bodies! (too thin, too fat, flat chested, too buxom are just a few examples)
This is just one example where instead of loving each other, we create divisions amongst ourselves which distract us from our true purpose on earth.
So, when I write here, 'feminism is sport' it is not meant to be taken as I oppose feminism but that feminism has been used against women, particularly when it comes to excusing courteous behaviours to women (e.g., opening doors) because they say that women will take offense because they 'can do it themselves'.
I think you will find gentleman, that women will appreciate gentlemanly behaviour because it makes them feel respected and like a lady, which is what we are :) Anyway, this poem is not only about feminism there are other themes throughout. Hope it is food for thought


Perception is imagination
where conspiracies congeal
Death is swift and stealthy
when paper cuts don't heal

Reality is unnerving
where feminism is sport
body is undeserving
when food is a retort

Mother is creation
where Knowledge unfolds
life is tempered
when nature is sold

Source is divine
where love is incorporeal
death is a rite
when time is entheal

In Still Repose

I am in still repose
I am in season
I am autumn

My leaves have fallen
Their striking colours sent back

Earth, Mother, home
Existence is lackluster
Each step a sober stumble

My wind but a slight stifle as
Time slides wordlessly forward

Dry earth where fertile roots no longer remain
Deep inside my secrets
Death, awaits

Lay me Down

Lay me down
No space between
When you hold me
I can still dream

Tuck me in
No one else is here
When I’m with you
I want to be near

And- when I whisper your name
You come to me
I look in your eyes and I know
You feel the same

Inside my thoughts
Your name is written on my heart
My friend, no matter the distance
We’ll never be far apart

Peace

Light as a star
Peace is near, not far

A shining lights my being
gives me a simple feeling

rays of sunshine
know the weather's fine

Letting go
'just let it flow'