From the Heart
The journey starts with one small thought, that belongs to you.
The time you travel all depends on things you have to do.
You will not need possessions, you don’t need to take yourself.
The trip your taking is in your mind, inside you have to delve.
It begins when you are ready, for your journey to unfold.
You won’t be going very far, just listen to what your told.
The trip is of discovery and unfolding the real you.
Close your eyes, count down from ten, you should be there by two.
You sit upon my table, you haven’t shaken hands.
Stare across the room at me as if you understand.
It’s manners I should tell you, to exchange a word or two.
As a guest in my house, it’s something you should do.
You present as if no feeling, looking cold and hard.
You need to make some changes and show me due regard.
I soar across the desert
towards the waterfall
My flight responds to instinct
I follow natures call
I spread my wings in answer
to calls from way above
My only goal the landing
when I have found my love.
x
I dive deep into the ocean
the currant drags me down
Deep into the murky depths
where real jewels can be found
I skim the wave to surf across
to treasure in my sights
The deep blue of the sea I see
and blackness of the nights
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I scurry through the undergrowth
I jump through the tall grass
Sunlight glistens on my skin
the days they quickly pass
I jump across the muddy mound
diving deep into my den
I’ll rest a while and bide my time
Until night is here again
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I sit high up on the balcony
watching setting suns
My time here now is very short
I think I’ve had my run
I think of all the elements
that joined me on my way
the earth and stars, sea and skies
and stories through each day
My glass has been as full as the stars up above
Twinkling with bubbles, overspilling with love.
A glass crystal flute that chimed as I clinked.
In celebration, with crosses arms I linked.
x
My glass so empty as I missed the last wish.
Cloudy and smudged with space for anguish.
My glass has been broken, just like my heart.
That shattered in pieces and fell far apart.
x
But now I have two that came here as a pair.
They match one another, no need for despair.
Both glasses half full, with room for some more.
We can sit here and sip, not gulp like before.
x
In response to the Daily Prompt – Glass
False is the colour of my hair, my eyelashes too.
I paint my face and dress myself to try to impress you.
If you saw me in the morning with hair standing high.
You really wouldn’t see me, you’d see I am a lie.
I dress to make me slimmer, it doesn’t really work.
The clothes they hang the wrong way, particularly my skirt.
But I’m honest in all other ways, like what I say and do.
Please believe me when I say, I know that I love you.
Falsness, doesn’t become me, I know that it’s not right.
It troubles me, that you can’t see the beauty out of sight.
Inside I am just truthful, I stand firm with honesty.
But I’ll have to keep on dressing up until you really see me.
Wait until the darkness comes, the bones are going to shake.
Don’t wait in here, they come alive, your soul they want to take.
The bone chapel stores the bones, of those from long gone by.
I’m leaving here before its dark, I bid farewell goodbye!
Fun post in response to The Faily Prompt – Darkness
iPhone photos from a bone chapel in Portugal
We have to look at all aspects of ourselves, good and bad, lightness and darkness. We are made of all these things and have to acknowledge the not so good parts as well as seeing the beauty.
Some of the dark parts are buried deep inside, snapped off and buried somewhere along the way. We might not know about these things, they might not be of this lifetime but they follow us and arise at times like a dark fog blocking our way forward.
So how might we do this, firstly acknowledge they are there, however small we have splinters of black. I’m not saying that if you have worked on yourself you are not a beautiful bright soul but the fact that we are here in this heaviness indicates we might still have some clearing to do.
I hope I do not offend, when I was told I had dark things buried I was not amused in the slightest but I knew it was the truth. Acknowledging it, so can help release our darkest aspects and bring them to the light.
I fear not being loved, being unlovable, I always have, however much love is lavished on me. Why, is it because I have not been worthy of love in the past, pushed it away? I don’t know but I have to find the worthy loveable me now so I don’t repeat this again. I’m also materialistic, I hate this aspect of me too and I know my coffin will be only big enough for me, why do I need so much shit around me. I have to start loving me more and stuff less!
Anyway upwards and onwards into the light 😉
In response to the Daily Prompt – Darkness
The darkness comes a creeping, it comes at dead of night.
It creeps up walls and furniture, it takes out all the light.
Heaviness accompanies it, swarming around the room.
When darkness overtakes me, I pray for morning soon.
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But why the fear of blackness, dark and dingy things.
Blackbirds, crows and bats and other things with wings.
They cannot really hurt me, certainly not when it’s light.
They haven’t anymore power, just because it’s night.
x
So I preserver and pray a lot, before I blow the flame.
I look around the room once more, is it still the same?
And then in sleep I slumber, wrapped and very warm.
Until the darkness disappears, with the light of a new dawn.
🙂
Forbidden is so tempting, I crave what I can’t have.
Just the thought of getting it, is driving me quite mad.
I want to hold in in my hands, put it on the shelf,
lick it, kiss it, worship it, have it to myself.
Forbidden beckons across the room, winking over at me.
It tells me that it loves me, I’m sure but you can’t see.
It wants to have me in its grasp, it wants to hold me tight.
It whispers little nothings that go on into the night.
Forbidden is for yesterday because today I look anew
At all the things I can’t have, things that you want too.
They may not be so good for me, but I think they sooth my soul
The temptations of forbidden things that help me feel I’m whole.
I’m peeling away the layers, to get to the real me
Thought they’d peel off easily, then I would be seen
But my layers are stuck tight you see, covering deep inside
It’s not a simple thing to do and some of these are lies
I’ve cut off little bits of me, that I didn’t want to know
Put them somewhere far away, I couldn’t really go
And now I want to find myself, face up to good and bad
It’s going to take up all of me, at times it will be sad
But I’m a girl, determined, I want to put it right
I will not tolerate it now, if things are out of sight
I am the sum of all things whole, I have to be just one
I will find the depths of all of me, now I have begun
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