Category: Poetry Book (Page 6 of 9)

I go within

To end the tyranny 

To find the greatness that has always been there.

 

Goodnight mind…

Where I am going

You cannot come with me.

It is a journey made my single souls

Who must face their fears alone.

 

I feel now that my words do not matter

That you nearly laugh at the thought of them.

I see now that I am not important

That you see me as a housefly you cannot kill.

 

Or so I feel, and that is why

You cannot come with me.

I must walk alone 

As I learn to love myself in spite of you.

 

I have given you too much

And taken too little.

I have sought to be who you needed

While getting nothing in return.

 

Today that makes me wish I could die

Tomorrow it will make me happy I am alive.

 

I have been lying to myself

And for that I am sorry.

I’ve been absorbed in the matters of mind

Lost in that confusion

Catering to that insanity.

 

I’ve forgotten who I am

And for that I am sorry.

I’ve been lost to fear and self absorption

Trying to answer

The unending riddles of the past.

 

I’ve forgotten who You are

And for that I am sorry.

The inspiration gave way to perspiration

An effort wasted 

Trying to pull water from a desert stone.

 

I can’t go back in time

And for that I am sorry.

I would open my heart and close my eyes

To see everything

Without the need for translation or hyperbole.

 

If you walk away now

I am sorry.

I could not see, I could not breathe

Without thinking, without wanting to know

Now I know nothing at all.

 

So now I play with a thread, a stitch in time

And remain sorry.

For destroying what could have been

With what never was

Anything more than a figment of my imagination.

 

Sadness envelopes this regretful soul

As I am sorry.

I see so clearly as the fog lifts

Gone in the mist

My eyes close to the tears that are born.

 

There will be more words

For that I am sorry.

I am love, that beautiful man has not been lost

Or consumed by the onslaught

As he looks for the Tigress who has all be left this place.

 

He now feels he has failed

Even in being sorry.

He once felt great, and now feels like a nothing again

It’s just a feeling

That will pass as the Sun escapes these torrid clouds.

 

How, he wonders, has he evaporated?

He knows he is believing his thoughts yet again.

There are no words that come his way

There are no mentions of love to light his way

Only an empty glass that seems to have no bottom.

 

I am sorry.

Lost in such lonely melancholy

For taking away those moments

Losing my grounding, forgetting my Self.

I now remember.

 

The slide begins back to Nothingness

To a place where sorry cannot survive

To Love once again

To within as I struggle with the ideas outside of that place

Where I am sorry.

 

 

(Written on 6/10/12)

 

You are…

The tear that forms in my eye

In the moments that we share.

The chill that runs through my spine

When you reach for an embrace.

The wave of ecstasy that crashes through reality.

 

You are…

The excuse my Heart gives my mind to win

When the battle seems all but lost.

The sweat that pours from my brow

As I try to share “that part of me”.

The dream that awakens every part of my existence.

 

You are…

The Wind within my Mind

That rustles even the oldest leaves.

The sound that drives me forward

Even though I cannot take another step.

The footprints in the sand when I can no longer walk alone.

 

You are…

The spring thaw that comes

Not a moment to soon.

The view I see from the loftiest heights

And a reason I made the climb.

The Sky that defines the Mountaintop.

 

You are…

The scope that has helped me see mySelf

The star that has given me some direction

The path that has led me to somewhere new

And you’ve done it all

Just by Being you.

 

I close my eyes and thank you

Thank you for this feeling

Thank you for this inspired prose

Thank you for this experience

 

I am but a man

Imperfect, unknowing, afraid

A man used to standing on his own

While not liking it.

A man used to looking in the mirror

And wishing for a better view.

A man used to singing a familiar tune

While wishing he could change the station.

A man not unlike you.

 

A boy once beaten into wisdom

Had to first learn about his own stupidity.

A boy once betrayed into darkness

Had to know the abyss to see unending light.

A warrior once of the sword now of the Anahata 

He searches for a his way in the briers

Toward the sound that has given him pause

Toward the Stream that has given him a reason

To be thankful.

 

I close my eyes and thank you.

Thank you for the dreams I am about to dream

Thank you for the dreams I have had

Thank you for showing me a way.

 

Thank you for you.

If I could take this Feeling

And give it to you

I would.

You would know

You would believe

You would understand.

 

If I could show this Love

Better than my humanness will allow

I would.

And you would see me

And want me

And know that I am yours.

 

If I could find the faith to Accept

And know the truth beyond what I can see

I would.

And you would be free

And I would know you

As the wind in my face.

 

Yes, if I but only knew

And could throw away the shackles of this humanity

I would.

My mind questions, my heart bleeds

My eyes see, my mind questions

In a cycle that defines my reality.

 

Imagine if the Sun

Had been given our human mind

It would withhold It’s light

It would make It’s warmth conditional

It would see fear as well

And we would surely die.

 

Do I withhold my Light from you my Love?

Or you from me?

I would let it all be free if such power was mine.

For now I climb and head for the Stream

And heed the sounds that echo from my Heart

I would…I would.

 

 

 

 

I feel Her in the night…

Comforting me, lulling me to sleep,

Awakening me to unspeakable ecstasy.

 

My breath stops, my heart races,

She takes me into Her softly,

Binding me to our own Eternity.

 

I reach, she grasps,

I search, she gasps,

We head into Heaven together.

 

Forever.

 

 

I thought,

Said the Spider to the Fly,

Was that you would love me

For doing this to you.

 

I thought,

Said the Fly to the Spider,

That I could forgive you,

For doing this to me.

 

I thought,

Said the target to the bomb,

Was that I’d accept you,

And look what you did to me.

 

I thought,

Said the bomb to the target,

That you accepted me,

But look what we did to each other.

 

I thought,

Said the Lover to the Beloved,

That you’d be with me forever, that I’d have the time to tell you these things,

But look at where that got us.

 

I thought,

Said the Beloved to the Lover,

That I’d live long enough to share with you my Heart,

But now all of that is forgotten.

 

I thought,

Said God to the helpless Mind,

That you’d understand the Present moment,

But all you did was relish in the past.

 

I thought, 

Said the helpless Mind to God,

That I could fix yesterday by living it today,

But all I did was waste my time.

 

I thought,

Was never a Truthful answer to a question,

It was a lie created to protect us from ourselves,

But all it did was keep us from our Divinity.

The skies menace and betray their ambivalence, 

It’s coming, It’s coming,

There is no Sun, and the storm is on its way

It’s here, It’s here,

If I could only hold your hand.

 

Eris speaks softly in my mind,

“Take control and dare the rain to stop you,

Do not accept this Storm,

Fight.”

The scars are all that remain 

As blood trickles down my cheek.

 

Metis says,

“Open up your arms and embrace the downpour,

Accept It for what It is, 

EnJoy.”

The smile betrays my existence,

As the tears wipe clean my crimson face.

 

Memories cascade through my mind.

It’s you, It’s you.

I fight through an angry crowd of doubts,

It’s me, It’s me.

And in the end I stand alone,

Weather-beaten and haggard from it all.

 

Eris says,

“Take hold of this and see it through,

Stand alone and need nothing,”

No one.”

The heated sense of rage fills my body

As my fists clench and my cells accept their fate.

 

Metis says,

“What is this fear but a fantasy?

Stand together and change the world,

Love.”

The peaceful calm of a million lifetimes

Washes over me like a forgiving summer rain.

 

I close my eyes to seal my fate,

Into Your arms I fall, into Your heart I seek refuge.

For I Love You despite the brewing storm.

My strength devotes itself to You, my heart beats loudly Your name,

I succumb and let it be,

And alas the Sun peeks through the clouds, I am free.

I find mySelf floating,

Amongst the reeds, hiding in the tall grass.

And I wonder,

Who am I saving mySelf from?

Who am I running from?

And to whom is this current taking me?

 

 

I smell the sweet fragrance of Anthurium,

Somewhere in the turmoil I am in,

I hear Her voice calling from beyond,

Begging me forward,

Calling for me from within,

Causing me to search where my feet have seldom tread.

 

 

She hands me sweet Honeysuckle,

And binds me the promise I feel now,

I can sense the chains of my mind slowly releasing their grip,

Now floating upward toward the clear blue sky,

I sense the air of promise fill my lungs,

The miracle of Being removes the clouds from my eyes.

 

 

I bathe in eternal currents of Hyacinth petals,

Secure in the essence of all I am and all that She demands,

Dear, sweet nothingness cleanses my Mind,

I hear the song of Love fill the silence around me,

And I know I AM,

And I know there is no other place for me.

 

 

I have long begun burying the Narcissus,

Working to plant the Rose in the loving embrace of Lavender,

Begone! those weeds that have so polluted my Garden,

Now is the time of great change,

Of amazing transformation; where once stood fear and disharmony

Now stands a monument to great Beauty.

 

 

Beauty for which the eyes are not needed to see.

Beauty for which no mountains need be climbed,

Or raging rivers crossed to be behold.

One simply need sit, inhale, and believe.

The Flowers will do the rest, the slight breezes will take you away,

And you will join me among the clouds basking in the warm glow ahead.

 

 

Take my hand my sweet Angel, for you have given me wings,

Take my eyes if you will, take my ears if you must,

But leave me this fragrance where I sit,

Through rain and storms sit here I will,

Enduring all I must in order to simply bear witness to this Garden,

And to Love in this Dance we call life.

 

 

 

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