Category: Poetry (Page 32 of 36)

Dream to dare this instance,
When she touches me
She caresses my skin
Whispers softly in my ear
Allowing me but to live this moment.

Find for me a second
As she holds me in her hands
Stroking the essence of her man
Teasing me with the anticipation of what is to come
Yet allowing me to find no greater pleasure than what is.

Share with me no other
As she guides me to her essence
We connect as Beings made as one
Rhythmic movement spawned as time stands still
For all things disappear in what we are.

We collapse into each other
This is no end but the continuation of the beginning
For as she whispers softly the promise “I love you”
I can feel such eternity in her soul.

Light and dismal, this thread that binds
Us all to all things that matter so much,
That the endless noise of those insane minds
Have taken the place of the simple touch.

It is now odd to love as it is the norm,
To seek out more the more we seek,
For the form of love is now the love of form,
and the less we know the more we speak.

We look to tomorrow in the hope we find,
That which is touching us so presently,
For in this conversation of the mind,
It is the ego that speaks so obnoxiously.

Do not rush to feel the hope that’s passed,
Nor seek to see that which may never come,
Just love the love in the Now so vast,
And worry not about what shall Now become.

The change is happening, the news brings alive the reaper.
To whom shall taste his scythe; the unconscious shall fall,
To take with them all that shall slowly seep into the abyss,
The darkness to which only the Dead shall call.

Need not that to which escapes your grasp,
Seek not that which you are not to find,
yet allow in each of us the cause of suffering,
To escape such insanity and pleadings of the mind.

Fear not, for you suffer this day,
Not for eternity, but so that you suffer no more,
the Horsemen come, the drum bangs slowly,
Keeping time in this crime of time’s detour.

See that! new life is arisen,
Be part of it, it is part of you.

Do you remember how it felt?
The stinging sound of that angry belt?
The force of hatred so easily,
Born down on us such treachery?

Perhaps this life has seen you pause,
You need for which such evil caused,
You submit that for what mine own eyes saw,
The sounds of footsteps spur such recall.

Or change in you have forgiven such,
Or act as if you have done as much?
Do you forgive so fast such a past as well
Or is it fear you have in what such past will tell?

Such dismay in such forgot,
You honor those who honor not,
Close your eyes as not to be forced to see,
The light of such honor’s misery.

Turn your back on he who won’t,
Silence time for he who don’t,
It won’t change that for which you cannot run,
You seek respite for that which there is simply none.

The burden, girl and little boy,
The man who loved you did destroy,
The blame you passed from one to next,
The pain found in such context.

A sister is a sister not,
As evil lives in honor’s slot,
A brother who is dead to thee,
Shall not silence each day’s misery.

It is the sorry soul of the angry man,
Who is destined to repeat that for which he may never apologize,
And who is destined to have such anger repeated onto himself,
That is the hell for which he strives.

To wallow in such disgrace is the angry man,
Yet to never admit the pit in which he swims,
He will never understand the stench that remains upon his very being,
It is true he shall walk in such mud forever.

Release all that eats of you,
Understand that this moment is not that which created the beast,
And understand that the past is the food that feeds it.
Let go, and let God, the Being who is the Source of you without such pause.

You – control the moment, and do not let the past control that which is,
Rather seek the moment for itself, allow it to be as it should,
Feel the peace of such awareness as it washes over you,
Clearing the mud and stench and renewing your life eternal.

Seek and ask for such forgiveness,
but do not hold on such forgiveness to move beyond,
Relate to what is now, not to what was,
Seek that which is, not that which could have been.

And soon the beast will disappear,
A faint dot of darkness over a renewed landscape,
And you will be free,
Secure as the Observer, not the thinker, secure as the Being, not the human.