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do .....

                                                          ­             ( finally )

appear                                                  
     ­                             

                          • •

                     healing winds

From Diana 's Sacred Shelter

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( you --

                                                HER HOLY DAUGHTER

finally

LIKE YE SAID YE WOULD !

you finally are here !

WE BEEN WAITING !

and now you are here

//

Light from your midnight lantern

Walking thru the rain

Come because you heard us

Cryin out on pain

Calling DIana by name !!

///

Come

Come YE gentle shepherds

join her in the meadows

Join her in the darkened shadows

Of the soul

Sing aloud

Sing aloud

Her praise

Calling every lost soul home

calling us home again
Inhale, the thick smell
of cinders and ash.
Ignites memories of this place.
The warmth, whispers words
long forgotten.
My feet leave impressions in the earth,
A stamp in time.

I remember when we lived here,
before ashes to ashes,
and before the sun went down,
leaving your eyes shining golden in the dark.
I will never forget the irises in your eyes,
burning as I remember you,
you smolder deeper into me than you know.

Your ghost resonates
in the embers, I sit.
Laying back, the passionate
flame left inside of me,
dances until the sun begins
to paint the sky with,
the majestic hues that
led us here. Suffocated now.
Even fires need to breathe.

I'm blue with a sadness
That burns hot and slowly.
You used to tickle me like tulip
Petals, your lips on my shoulder,
I won't forget you.
I wrestle with an ivy growing invasive
Over my heart.
I'm all of the things we lost and
Never had.

Peeling away the foliage,
I simmer down, let my fire
fade away. I brush away
times erosion, where
my fingertips burn as the
trace the name, that fueled
the light I cherished so dear,
all those years ago.

I'm swollen with a grief,
That grows from the mere fact
That you're just a ghost,
And that I'm growing out of
Rotten soil.

Blooming with malicious thoughts
crawling in the back of my mind.
Slithering down my spine, too cold
for the embers, the smoldering ash,
or charred remains which once burned
white hot in my heart to warm.
Another joint piece that http://hellopoetry.com/LovelyLillianoftheValley/ and I created.
My dreams never felt so trapped
As when you told me
They should just stay inside my head
Dream ,
     after dream ,
          caught me dreaming

I dressed reality
     in dreams
As flesh and skin
     on bone

And my only crime
     was never beyond
          skin deep

"In silence I listened to the sounds of silence"

"I fumbled futility and it fell on a field as faultless as sin"

"Perfection was mine to make and along the way to lose"

"Anguish was the name of every moment we remember , regret his brother"
//


you will never be lovelier than you are now

we will never be here again

::::

Achilles                  
                                                                   author -   Homer

••

To all those who have fallen in love

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Get up

==

Wash off the blood and mud

::

and rise ! Rise ! rise !

//

As happens whenever

True hearts touch
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                                       why do we want our loves to last forever
                                                   when , by the very essence of life ,
                                                                we are         doomed to die ?      

                                       ( • )  ( • )

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we huddle by primitive fires

Pawing at each other

Grasping for each other !

alone

Afraid

//

( no - one who sees us

calls what we are doing

" love " )

//

huddling by primitive fires

•        •

the light from a conscious human being

Puts our little tiny fire

To shame



Crippled images symbolizing

Lack of any real imagination

//       //
//

Beautiful human forms !

Peddled and traded like

Filthy rag dolls !!



Lovely creatures !

We read of the Tao

and run away !

We treat the true poets like

****



Love :

                                  Does nothing

                                            But everything gets done !

( but we ....... ( ? )

we fall and jump and wait and cry
and cut and beg and moan and write

and chase away

with our proclamations of

Total dependency ! )

""

(  why ? )



when I was younger I thought someone

Would try to answer an honest question

But I am older now and now I know

That you have decided to simple die
 Jun 2015 beautyshesmear
Matt
How are you he asks?

What a stupid question

They ask how I am
Because they don't understand

They sit in front of a television for hours
They have the old American consciousness

I am empty
The rhinoceros' tusk has no place to enter

I inhabit a different realm

You do not know the tao
The tao is wise mother

I always thought that was
A stupid question

Tired of this place
Tired of no jobs

Notice I do not ask how you are
Because I do not care

I wish you well
But stay away from me
Stay away

I am a full grown eagle
Trapped inside this little American home

There are no jobs
The dog is barking
He falls asleep in front of the television

Hahah
He is just repeating the same cycle

I go to the mountains
The mountains do not bother me
And ask how I am

If I lived on earth for a hundred million years
Never ever ever would you know how I am

I know how you are
You are a body high on pills
Drugs you put into your body
Every week
To give you some kind of false "high"

I do not take pills
Nor will I ever
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