Saturday, January 19, 2008

Poetic Ramblings...

An Artist’s Canvas

I will not pry, nor bat an eye
If you decide to tell me secrets
Or share with me your dreams
I shall keep them close to me
And never pull them from you
Nor will I say you are wrong
To believe in yourself
To believe in your passion
I shall only feed your fires
And provide more fuel
To keep you burning
And burning
Forevermore until you are consumed
With knowing who you are
Until you have nothing more to do
But to re-create yourself
And I will be right by your side
Listening to your next idea
Preparing for the next adventure
Who shall we be this time?
And I will smile as big as the universe
Because I know the possibilities
Are endless
I know the importance of allowing
You to be endless
To make mistakes
To live however you dare to live
To explore all avenues of destiny and fate
Or to create your own
If you so wish to see
Or not see
But I will not speak against you
Nor squelch your desire to burn
I will not ask you not to dream
I will only dream along with you
And take your hand as we cross the
Dancing along the outskirts of conventional
Creating our next adventure
Who shall we be this time?

The Ride

I cannot stop this flow
Which courses through me
This never ending resonance
That pursues my soul
With insatiable tenacity
Taking me into the unimaginable
I ride on its back
My hair blowing in the wind
Of inspiration
I feel the rush of enthusiasm
Tickle my insides with giddiness
And I clutch tighter to its neck
Keeping the source of its power
Close to me
Until I can feel its Everything
Succumbing to pristine metamorphosis
This formidable substance
That continues to flow within me
I feel the rushing energy begin
To buck me off
I let go of the reignsI Am this flow

A Life Less Than Ordinary

I do not live my life to coordinate
With other people’s beliefs
Nor do I bend
And twist to fit in
Just to say
I belong with them
I do not judge
I do not preach
I do not criticize another’s dream
We are each on our own pilgrimage
And I would never interfere
With another’s road to providence
I have realized a splendid truth
There is no joy in living ordinary
I cannot make my Self be yours
And designate a name for me
I can only be defined by Love
Love is all I want to be
I do not ask to be bound
By what you think I should
Or shouldn’t be
I am a life less than perfect
And I know of my capability
I do not acknowledge boundaries
We only create our own
Shackling ourselves to mediocrity
There are no limitations
To all we can experience
I know my own strength
I do not want to fit in with them
Nor live my life so they are able
To understand Who I am
And Who I always want to be
There is no joy in living ordinary

I Am

I am Inspiration
Hear me tell of Life
And other things
The great beyond
Where gifts are free
But know you have
All the abilities
To enjoy them while
You are here with me
I am Enthusiasm
A fragrant emotion
That speaks of passion
An endless talent
You all possess
Yet I am ignored
More than the rest
But I am persistent
Not easily let go
I find my way back
Into your quiet soul
I am Compassion
An endless spirit
Who knows no limits
Does not reside in it
I will speak of Love
And amazing truth
You can never lose me
I am part of You


Do all verses have to rhyme
When writing poetry?
Who says thoughts, and words
And feelings, and emotions
Need be contained in pentameter?
I’d rather let my fingers type
And let my mind follow close behind
Who needs the AABBCC
When there are more important
Things to concentrate your
Wandering thoughts on
Must I write to please the masses?
Or should I let my spirit fly free
To sprinkle bits of inspiration
Onto the computer screen
Should I worry whether you’d disagree
With everything I have said?
Who says I need to watch my words
Or sugarcoat reality?
I would rather eat my words
And never give them life to breathe
For it would only be the same
Fate I would be subjected to
If I had to keep my soul
In verse that rhymes containing
Five metrical feet


I lie down on the bed
Listening to the sound
Of silence
And I think to myself
This is great
I don’t have to fill
In the spaces
Because I found
I rather like silence
Even if it seems
To be invasive
And seep into
The cracks of my walls
Where it lingers like
Old paint
The pale white
Paint that cracks
And peels
Leaving exposed rock

After a few moments
I get nervous
Listening to myself
Because I think
What if I don’t
What if silence
Is all I have left
Will I still enjoy
Looking at all
The cracks
The leave behind
My exposed soul

A few moments later
I realize
I rather like
The color of
Old paint
Even if it is fading
And its luster
Is a little dull
Because I still
Remember when
It was a brilliant
White underneath
I am rather fond
Of scrubbing

With Fondness

I gobbled up your words
Eager to be inside your head
To be a part of something
You created with your heart
I spent long moments reading
What you thought of love
What you thought of life
What you thought of religion
And I agreed – I still agree
I did not keep you there
Where you would have to
Own up to your words
I knew you were not able
But nevertheless I loved
Poring through miles of letters
Filling my curious soul with
What you thought of peace
What you thought of war
What you thought of relationships
And I agreed – I still agree
Every now and then I still
Make the effort to visit
Your world and experience
Your emotions and energy
Remembering to capture
The old moments that made
Me smile in appreciation
I will always remember
What you thought of dreams
What you thought of you
What you thought of me

How Character is Defined:

Self Expression

They say she dances in the moonlight
Dips her fingers in the black sky
And pulls a rainbow of diamonds
Out of the stars

As each sparkled gem quivers in her hands
Her eyes alight with adventure
Burning every color of happiness
In each iris

With every turn of her hip she engages
The wind in a mysterious symphony
As her languid body merges
With the air

How I long to watch her play in the night
Feel the dampened folds of oxygen
Caress the tip of my nose with
Her sweet perfume

With magician’s hands she heals the heart
Summons each fragmented soul
Bestowing halos atop each
Wounded being

Like the room she joyously waltzes in
Her love is a twinkling sea of eternity
Cascading a shiny light which
Chases the dark

As her soft footsteps collide with Evening
She balances gingerly upon a star
Lovingly kissing the top of
The Universe

What makes her skip when everyone’s looking?
What song vibrates within her cells?
How can she keep the tempo strong?
How long will she carry on?

Nevertheless, she dances in the blackened night
Extracts jewels out of crushing stone
Waltzes to a different tune
Smiles at the world

A Tree Without Roots Has Character

There stood a tree outside my window
Whose delicate branches held precious
Blossoms of the finest gold
Fragrant bulbs of sweet nectar hung from each twig
Bearing succulent fruit during Spring
And shedding boughs of Hope in Winter

I watched this tree make changes most of my life
Gathering strength as it provided shade
And blocked the sun from burning skin
Its leaves in Fall would gently sprinkle
The ground in russet shades
Filling the air with the smell of rebirth

And when the frost settled heavily in its bones
I smiled in awe as it stood unmoved or shaken
Defying the freezing winds and laughing
In the face of ice and storms
Although I heard the breaking of branches
Each snap was not as loud as the first

Season after season it changed its shape
Growing taller with each passing day
Filling my life with childish imaginations
And secret adventures and games of play
Until it stood majestic in a coat of green
As though it carried life itself

One day when winds had reached its peak
I found my tree bent mysteriously low
Never having seen it succumb before, I panicked
Wondering if this was the end of Dignity
But just as I rushed to touch the tip of its hair
It sprung back up as though it were merely sleeping

I was surprised to find my tree had no roots
As my eyes traveled the length of its trunk
They stopped to rest at a pool of rich soil—undisturbed
My mouth hung open as I stared in shock
This magnificent tree whose branches used to hold me up
Stood tall only because of sheer Will

So this tree without roots became my lesson in life
When the weather is determined to break my limbs
I have only to remember to stand against the force
And bend when the fierce wind gathers speed
Make changes when the Seasons call for transition
Continue to produce blossoms and the fruit of life