Poetry-Thoughts-4

Poetry & Thoughts

The jagged edges of a severed heart,
regret accepts no consolation.
Imposed self-infliction of solitary
consummate darkness, shunning love’s caress.
Yet, imprisoned within the dark isolation
the faintest hope survives believing steadfast
in love. A flame, which lasts, reviving life,
melting each piece together as one within the
fire. Past reason. Past regret. Unrestrained
with passion. Consuming desires fuse two
as one within love’s pyre as hearts are
forged to love once more.
**
The rite of friendship and love fills the emptiest heart.
No heart beats empty, dark, or defeated which
friendship and love cannot fill with life, light and
liberation. No heart can exist in the death or
the pain denial brings to resist when
offered the option to laugh, love, and live again.
**
Memories sit upon our hearts and in our minds, old,
worn, dusty and forlorn to remind us of what we
have lost. Memories help us find what we held dear
and begin, again and again, without fear until we
replace what we had casually misplaced.
**
Dusty moccasins sit forlorn and empty.
A memory, holding memories of paths once walked;
love, dreams, and hopes once talked. Empty and lost
as the warrior’s heart that wore them.
Not knowing what to do they gather dust silently
waiting for each tomorrow to end the sorrow
and bring the warrior home to walk
with them again; sharing new loves and
dreams, on paths yet unseen.
**
On the floor in disarray lay all my tomes
which had been safely put away upon the
highest shelf; mysteries of life and love, and self.
The winds of life opened their pages spilling
the sadness and traces of tears buried within.
Melancholy wrapped heart and mind in shades
of blues combined, designed to numb and remind.
Yet, between the tears that filled my eyes and soul,
An unseen friend did lend a hand to gently close
and replace the dusty volumes back upon the
highest shelf, helping to heal a little of
the mysteries of life and love, and self.
**
Echoes of life’s voice, problems are only choices,
both negative and positive which provide the
opportunity to view life differently.
For life, does not leave you alone to hide
in quiet solitude, unseeing and unmoved.
Life is a continuous motion, which cloaks
and carries you within all of its emotions,
not just the ones you accept.
**
Disregarding man made obstructions the earth, wind,
rain, and sun unite as one. Barriers are dispersed.
Common goals come first within the basic elements of
our diverse universe.
Man, foolishly continues to stand alone and divided
against a common enemy. Why can he not see the
example of elemental survival before his eyes?
**
To win is not to an adversary slay. To win is to mend an
adversary’s way and be able to call them a friend
**
The sun in the sky lights our way and warms our day.
Love, the sunshine of the heart, both illuminates and
warms our way night and day.
**
Healing begins with a tear be it of sadness or joy.
The tear is the first step on the path of
rebuilding that which was and shall be again.
Each tear has the ability to empower one
beginning the path of change. Even the strongest
bow before the erosion of a drop of water and
the winds of time. No man can stand before
the force of change unmoved or unknowing.
Defiant souls and hearts heal even if unwilling,
feeling possibilities desires so intensely that
nothing can prevent them from savoring all
that is to be received and given.
**
Sacred feather of flight guide me to the solace of the
light. Lift my Spirit high to soar earthbound no more.
Let clouds rest beneath my feet as out to Thee I reach.
Let my burdens depart as rainbows forming halos of
love around my heart. Bless me with your love and
grace to carry within me as I leave this place
and share with all I meet that seek.
**
Hickory Dickory Dock, the mouse scurried up the clock.
The clock struck one. The mouse did not run.
The clock struck two. The mouse did not move. The
clock struck three. The mouse sat still as could be.
The clock struck four. Alas, no mouse, no more.
Time waits for no one nor should anyone wait on time in
life or in nursery rhyme. Tick tock beware the clock.
Hickory Dickory Dock.
**
Merry Mary quite contrary I see your garden grows with
won’t and don’ts and weeds all about.
The seeds that sprout, sad faces in a row, droop and
pout. Sunshine and love has been left out.
**