Deep and Dark

arrowoflove

Deep and dark

there’s still a spark

Somewhere in this heart

Splintered and fractured and stitched together

all for you

to unend, unnerve, and unEarth

silver chords, and unwound threads

breaking free

spell bound in eternity

the call of immortal love

weaves its golden vows

to lift above

to fancy me

In chaste, in haste, and woven lace

the bow that bends

but never breaks

fragile and tempting to take the fall

over the edge

away from the pledge

leaving behind glimpses

and trails and tails in the night

the innocent in this plight

given over to delight

to become nothing more

where love is not

Where fear no more pierces its lonely darts

standing alone I am not

Held by grace

for you

 

Deep and dark

there’s still a spark

Somewhere in his heart

Splintered and fractured and stitched together

all for me

to unend, unnerve, and unEarth

silver chords, and unwound threads

breaking free

spell bound in eternity

the call of immortal love

weaves its golden vows

to lift above

to fancy you

In chaste, in haste, and woven caste

the bow that bends

but never breaks

fragile and tempting to take the fall

over the edge

away from the pledge

leaving behind glimpses

and trails and tails in the night

the innocent in this plight

given over to delight

to become nothing more

where love is not

Where fear no more pierces its lonely darts

standing alone you are not

Held with grace

by me

in trinity

 

8/8/2017

 

In the Book

amethyst

I love passion, I love rapture…

To be moved beyond control

Some sort of obsessive capture

The heart’s call

The mind’s obedience

Intellect in chaos

Pawn in a pool

Drowning to be

To be…To be

Magnetic eyes

Insatiable smile

Bleeding heart

Warm face

Drives me insane

I want to be in control

My obsessions are in the mirrors of your soul

What in the hell am I to do

It’s not physical

It’s mental

Something I just don’t understand

I must be weak

To let you into my mind

A psychic deviate

Trying to compose

A wall between me and my mind

Intellect and Passion

Try to bridle

My heart’s instability

Letting go is not easy

Yet, I know I must

Fatal concoctions of my mind

I try to make them sleep

Yet my thoughts continue to unwind

They are alive

and they have a drive

To be To be To be

They want to escape

Yet they can’t T

hey are illusions that will change

Fantasy is not reality

I’m not sure what the picture is anyway

Maybe one day

I’ll put them in their place

But I know they’ll always be there

on the shelf in the book

I’ll dare to open

or dare to keep closed

 

Written in the late 90’s (The insanity of love beckoning)

Rain, Rocks and Rage

rocksrain

Rain

My sadness pours forth

The pain will not stop

All the reasons of my seasons

Pour forth Rain

I cry because I’m sad

I cry because I’m bad

I cry because I’m mad

The clock will not stop

And yet it continues to rain

Lessons too absurd to reason

Too complex to understand

 

All I wanted was love from birth

My Mom did not know how

My father couldn’t find the time

And you could not commit

My need too great

And your love and or strength?? too weak

 

My thoughts alone storm these seas

No love, no esteem, or self respect

Fighting to keep it

Life continuously taking it

My desperation grows

My need is ignored

 

I will not walk in the sun

For I am scarred and it is has scarred me

No one but me will understand

I walk in Rain

 

Rocks

Rocks come and go

Pebbles on the sand

Rolling to and fro

Where will they go

 

On to shine in beauty & refinement

Or to be weathered and eroded away

 

By Rain & Wind & Time

 

Our love is a rock a chip

off the block of something

larger than life

14 years go rolling by…tick..tock

What will become of our rock

 

Rage

Rage can be a stumbling block

May crash upon our rock

Will it dent it or shatter it

 

Dents can be polished away

But what is shattered is lost

 

So what chips away at me

must be taken away unless

I am to remain lost

 

If I were intuitive what

would that be (you asked) that I would see

 

Rage blinds

I’m not just mad at you

I have nothing to do

I am paralyzed by you

You say you love me

then why are you harsh

 

I am intuitive and it hurts

You see I know how much my

heart can take before it breaks

 

Rage boils…To control it

I must vent lest I be nothing

and the Rage steams on at that

for that is what I am

 

So Rain Rocks and Rage

What could it be

What will it be

 

I feel I am a stranger

in my own house

 

I do not think I will

ever be happy

When I get too close

you run away

 

So in 14 years many lessons

to be captured and endured

 

I have loved

I have hoped

and I am lost

 

Will the rain wash and toss

the rocks to smoothness

to shine or will the rage

of the current thrash

them to bits

 

Yes, this be our Anniversary

and I guess #14 will

have to be bittersweet

 

For today I love and hate

you all the same

So to you a very Happy Unhappy Anniversary

With all my love & rage

 

2-19-96

Note: Quite a bit of background info to this piece omitted at this time.

Apologetics of Sorts

a angel and stone
Today I realize I have been through hell this past year, and I am still standing.
I have lost 13 pounds from just not eating at times, some times being so broke I did not want to eat.
Sometimes so upset not knowing what went wrong, to then being free from confusion once I realized I fell in love with a narcissist. It was liberating. It was a lesson in life too to see from a most entrenching experience, especially since I surrendered to it completely…almost foolishly…yet so very thankful to have found the truth…it set me free again….
Yet then to go on and choose love again, in actions riding that fine line…
even amidst my own weaknesses that can cause me to be rejected, choosing to rise above and forge ahead…it paved the way for a bit of fun…but now as soon as it began it ended…
my eyes are more seasoned to see things to turn from now, but it still does not make it any better, it may mean I am a bit lighter to go free…without too much more given in wasted time…
But stupid me, tried to make sense of it all, and share, and people just don’t care…I guess some don’t want to see their shit…so they just flush it away, and anyone who points it out…
Crazy thing is amidst this process, I started pulling writings from over the years…and thinking there may be a cathartic point to it all, yet discovering some things really still weigh on me…will I ever be free of their influence on me…not sure…trying to find the positive here!
To revisit those memories is like a millstone around my neck…at times
So amidst these life processes, to be giving in love, reflecting on love, being sensitive to love, and the hearts of others, standing still somewhat to make observations, but diving deep amidst trials, and in the process picking up some germ that has made me sick now for 13 days…it has really made me a sensitive mess of sorts…being emotional so much, feeling I am dying, a bit dramatic this thought…as my lungs may be rebelling from all the abuse, and very well could be shutting down…if this does not clear soon…to fighting for my spirit to pick up my energy and do what I must do, knowing it is so very far from me…feeling I need some major rest, is such a rendering feeling…almost wish I could end it all. I know, my faith and health now, are being tested, and I hope in a few days things will change for the better…I am sure they will, the eternal optimist I am…or I fight to be!
I must note, all the writings I hope to one day put in order, or write a narrative that puts them in order. In a nutshell, as a child I was one who was raised to believe in God who went through trials, to then be married, to go through trials of betrayals, to go through experiences exploring philosophy and esoteric teachings, having individuals show up to stir the thoughts, to stay firm in my faith, to then going out on a limb for what I thought was right, to land in the company of wisdom, to struggling to manifest knowledge over feelings in choices, yet still stepping into choices based on feelings time and time again, wrestling with worldly choices and spiritual matters time and time again to be willing to sit and dissect life under the guidance of a teacher, and try to make sense of my observations and choices regarding it all, it has been a most interesting life of experiences, full of highs and lows, miracles, and sins, and all manner of things to witness.
I am not sure it will be of use to anyone. I thought at best a cathartic experience to help me, and maybe others, something to share with my children one day, or maybe it is just again my need to be understood rearing its head at the crux of it, yet I really don’t want vanity as the impetus. I seem to think there may be a more deeper meaning, but I do not know exactly what it is at this point. I guess it is my foolish hope there is a deeper meaning to it. Otherwise, it just may be me spilling my guts before I pass from this existence to the next…may be some apologetics of sorts…I am not sure, but hopefully it will unfold one day, or just go into the trash bin of history…as nothing…
I mean shit, if nothing good comes from all of it, what is it all for? A way not to be?
Crap, I did not even call some one out in mean ways, yet even being sensitive, they thought I was. I really did bridle my tongue this time. I think I grew a bit this time, realizing it would do no good, maybe understanding this individual is a bit lost. Man, are people so messed up. Their own shit blinds them, and I guess maybe I have to evaluate if my own shit is blinding me too. It just makes me want to give up, and throw in the towel, but I am wise enough to know this is the very time needed to fight harder than ever, for if we are not one with our commitments we are nothing at all.
Needing to feel better, and become committed again to LIVING, not dying day by day, second by second. Push this pity party away!!! Being sick and revisiting all this is not making it easier though!
8/16/2017

Shattered

shatteredtearsofemotion

I am so very lonely

I really want to belong

My life has shattered before my eyes

I hope to put all the pieces back

together one day

Sometimes some things just can’t be fixed

A broken soul, a broken heart, a broken head

How shall I find a place to call

my own

When I am very far from one

For I lay all around me

Not knowing how to get back

inside me

 

Written in the late 80’s

Why Do I Cry

tears
In my room
I close the doors and cry
My four walls
they hide my pain
from you…from the world
This is my place
and I sit and cry
My mama kicked me
on the floor years ago
into this place
Trying to take my escape away
Stumbling up I slammed
the door and this became
my only place
Soul reflecting in my eyes
trying to stay alive
Tears falling on my face
In this tiny space
Trying to save my eternal grace
When I’m alone I come
back to you my mirror
on the wall tell me everything
will be alright
Only place I have to feel the grief
I feel in my skin
The pain that shreds
my flesh to the core
Close my eyes and pray
It’s my only relief
God knows I’m here
or does he
I used to think he did
Now I’m not so sure
For all the years
pain follows me
Rains on my heart
Preys on my mind
Here I sit
Here I cry
No one knows why
But only I
I lay in water
Flows through my brain
Wash away the pain
Light inncense
Light candles
Watch my skin glow
Watch my eyes shine
Gives me new life
New life, but no love
Where is love
Mirror on the wall
Where is love
Can’t love find me
These lines will only grow
Too many paths to go
I don’t know
In my room I sit
and I cry
No one knows why
Locked in this room
Locked in pain
No one has the key
Not even me
So I cry
just wandering why
Written in the early 90’s reflecting back to my teenage years

Mistakes

grief

Mistakes mistakes

mistakes, boy I’ve had

my share

When will they end

Never enough foresight

to keep out of danger

Always inviting in strangers

Always trying to help

Giving unsolicited advice

A mind full of device

Can’t even swallow my own

When I know I should

I can’t…can’t let go

Always holding on

Hoping life will get better

Boy I try, do I try

but when you see yourself

in someone else and

don’t like what you see

I think it’s time to flee

Only brings me down

To some sort of dirty ground

Trying to pull my self up

Trying to clean off the shit

Only makes it worse

The sight, the smell

Will it ever go

Only comfort in seeing

it is to know it’s going to go

Can I wash it off

Can I change

Will I ever grow up

Mistakes are what you

make when you are growing

But how much can I

take and how long will

it be…Forever I suppose

Not a lovely thought

Hopefully the numbers will fall, but does that mean

my growth will stall

Does everything have a purpose

Hindsight can kill

what we hate but can it keep us

from making new mistakes

What a dare

 

Written in the 90’s

 

Crystal Palace

crystal palace 1
Mystery man take my hand
Come with me back in time
There once was a land covered in clover
Where no one dare go, Trees so tall
In fall mist, the sun scarcely shine through
Down in the woods a palace behold,
The eye with a glance
If you wink, you stand no chance
For the vision was an illusion to many a man
But to the sorcerer the caves would turn blue
Lined red rock passages all musty and wet
Stay close and I will take you through the waterfall
You will not fall; the rainbow will guide us
The sun shines through the temple wall
Walk in the light, & hear your master’s call
There stands a man in his palace hall
He looks so small, but stands so tall
If you look in his eyes, his secrets be told
One time a year his eyes turn gold
Perchance that day is here
Do as I say, I beg you today
For if you delay, the dungeon awaits you
Night will be coming soon
Get on your knees and pray
Do not look away until the moon is in view
When the light shines on you
Look to the stone west in the lake, it will be gray
But it will turn blue
When it does, look to the North Star shining bright
His reflection of gold shines at you
Resist temptation to look on him face to face
For if you do, the lake will have you in a flame
Birds as we are, pluck a feather from each other’s tail
Drop them on the stone and fly to the moon
Hurry, don’t waste, for if we lack a beat
He shall have us for a feast
Once we reach the sky,
The crystals will fall, and the palace will rise
And we will resume our human nature, however the powers are ours
We shall live as Kings and Queens and
At majesty balls, we will entrance all and
All other kingdoms shall fall
Summer of 89’

Spider Cats

spider cat 1

Like a child drenched in wine

Raining emotions locked inside

Tears to drown the pain you feel

Spinning circles in your mind

Spider cat weave your web

Lurking in the window

Crawling on the floor

Wishing you were dead

The joy you find it’s not real

 

Sleeping on my pillow

After a hearty feast

Your heart is full of steel

The bullet full of lead

Take the gun and blow off your head

It’s not fun to slay the beast

Spider cats weave your web

Tangled net to catch your prey

Born for destruction

Bred to duplicate

Venomous fangs fulfill your thirst

 

Take the child full of sorrow

She doesn’t want to see tomorrow

What a pity her soul has left

Spider cats weave your web

Victim in the net

 

Wake child don’t you fret

Your raining emotions unwind

your mind is locked in time

Sun shines through my window

See the rainbow in my web

The pain you feel turns to dust

Wind blows in a gust

Watch your body shrink and grow

No more wine to drink

Only blood the color red

Spider cats weave your web

 

Spinning circles in your head

Wishing you were dead

Lurking in the window

Crawling on the floor

Hungry for more

 

Victim number two

feeling sort of blue

As he weeps

you leap

Another soul to keep

Spider cat weave your web

As you pounce upon the bed

Breed for destruction

Feed to duplicate

You’ve found your mate

After the feast

You go to sleep

No more tears

No more pain

Release your fears

My little Spider Cats

 

1989 (Dark Fantasy Piece inspired by an esoteric friend) I get a bit creeped out by it, but it was something that came from a moment in time, when I just reflected on my musician friend, who loved to entertain strippers. So often these girls would  leap after anything that came their way and are often a bit erratic in their affairs more than likely due to them often coming from abused homes….not always…but just an observation…

Maya

Maya
I sit now and I cry, and cry, and cry
and I know I must keep hope alive
I feel like such a fool at times
for keeping such an open heart
I fight for truth, but no one understands
they seem to be so blind some times
I just give away love in all the wrong ways
I am so trying to draw the line
and have my boundaries respected
yet time and time again
I give and give and no one cares
I don’t understand this
They say, men love bitches
but I refuse to be a bitch
what good would that do me in the end
I am not a manipulative friend
No one recognizes the pure of heart anymore
and not that my heart is pure
for Lord knows I have screwed up so many times
I am just trying in earnest to rectify my life
by the choice to be open
in heart, in truth, in sharing of life’s experience
Hoping some where along this path
I’ll find joy in my surrender to love in so by doing this
and pray this is the way
that will release me
from the pain
the way to repent
the way to atonement
the way home
where love abounds
and joy is ultimately found…
one day, I hope, I pray
lest I give up
and just go away
annihilate
into the dark abyss
I have to keep strong to know
the abyss is a snare in thinking to entertain
yet to feel so much nothingness
it would seem to just make that fate complete
to be nothing, nothing at all anymore
For what is it all for
when to love
leaves me this way
the only thing I do know
is that to walk this path
there is a humility so deep
that even the smallest of gifts that come my way
I am able to see and appreciate
even the ugly truth has a beauty
A few months ago
I felt as though I had no more love to give
and asked what more is there
when one gives all their love away
is that the time when the end draws near
I surrendered and found myself in highs
I had never experienced before
yet when it all came crashing down
I had to ask what now
what is on the other side of love
I don’t think this question comes from fear
for love is where fear does not exist
the implication without fears, love will be
yet in me, love to give, is it still there when given all away
or do we never give it all away
is it always near to give
no matter how sad one can be at a love forlorn
can we re-tap into that well
some go numb
some fill the void with things to stay stuck
but what good does that do to disconnect
for when one disconnects from their heart
and ability to give love
one becomes truly lost amidst the world of fears
that always paralyze
I will not do the bidding of fear
it must be cast away continually
so to choose to spend a time or two in reflection
and grieve the loss of dreams
of things so easy to imagine from a heart seeking to love and be loved in return
is a moment to not get trapped in
for I guess the true trap is the illusory expectation hopes can reign
yet love does have conditions
perchance not expectations
yet few can understand this difference
I still struggle with this notion
to love without expectation or attachment
for what is wrong with dreaming to love and be loved in return
what is wrong with wanting to find someone to become one with
is this just a biblical fantasy notion
that causes such unrest when unfulfilled, or unmet
I still think
it should be okay to let what comes
Come what may
to love until my dying day
for what harm is there to love
for there is everything to lose by not doing so
At least I came up from the depths of surrendering
to see I could open my heart as wide as the sky again
how many times shall I do this before
I die
and will it be all in vain
this question I suppose is riddled with fear
even I have to kick fear in its teeth
time and time again…
and choose love
even if alone….
to give away
each and every day…
and expect nothing in return
such an ultimate surrender to this notion
it is the right thing to do…
planting seeds of love…
when shall it fully bloom in me
or maybe I am just the vessel with seeds…to give away
Need to find myself some fertile ground where love for me grows…
I suppose…
and if not…cry, and maybe the tears will wash away the pain
and water the love to grow once again…whether the seed lands
in me, or I give them away…
just keep faith
until the end…
rise from the field of Maya
and repose in absolution
8/4/2017
Note: There are many available texts on the Hindu meaning of Maya, but here is one brief source, https://iskconeducationalservices.org/…