Reflections

Small, delicate fingers,

Foreigners to these barren lands,

Scurries thoroughly, rummages, and pillages,

These villages of,

Metal scraps: her mirror,

She hides behind her reflections…

You see those dirty diapers: her head rests upon?

Used cotton substitutes,

Is where her head hangs down.

Her pillow of comfort under the dark starry night.

Punctured tires: her only friends,

There they roll…

See those race cars down our street?

She can never beat them.

Smoke inhalation from the gas fumes,

Incubates the small part of her living room of a….

Cardboard box keeps her separate…

From you,

She yearns for compassion,

As her….

Small, delicate fingers,

Foreigners to these barren lands,

Scurries thoroughly, rummages, and pillages,

These villages of,

Metal scraps: her mirror,

She hides behind our reflections…

The Damaged Knight

Confined in his armor,

He cannot breathe.

Restrained and immobile,

His body is his sheath.

His scars are protected,

By his big heart.

A constant battle to be free,

To meet his counterpart.

Inability to define reality,

Documents his fate.

Visions of confusion and illusion,

Often misunderstood and irate.

The armor deteriorates,

Slowly wearing thin.

His blinded eyes and hardened helmet,

Cannot protect the deep scars from within.

Love

(I wrote this poem as the Dedication in my thesis...published May 2011. Dedicated to Hyma K., Maria H., Angelo B., Peter Y., Janeal S., Cynthia L., Elz T. and Troy.)

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These lyrics don't do justice to the nature of your soul,
Your white light is so idyllic, full of pure love that just shows,
In the dawn of the sunrise, and the sun's rays on my cheeks,
While I lay listening to your resounding whispers amongst the whistling of the leaves,


Falling...


          Falling...


In love with each crashing wave of your ocean's embrace,
Guidance and protection is what permeates,
All around me,
I feel your vibration and ubiquitous touch from the night sky,
Reflections of us in the smiles of children,
And from kind acts of those who pass by,
I am reminded of the Oneness of love and am blessed for our connection that is,


In the dawn of the sunrise, and the sun's rays on my cheeks,
We are forever connected in the Oneness of love, which I rediscovered within me.

I Miss Those Simple Days

Wind in my hair,
Rushes towards me,
Hair flings everywhere,
Laughing, I can’t see,

And,

                        Up

        

Up

Up

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And away,
Lips kissing,
Celestial movements.

I’m only a small sneeze in the wind,
Like an ant in the grass,
You can’t see me ‘til,
I’m back…

Wait,
Brought back,

Down,

        Down,

Down,

I return back to this place,
Grass swaying under my feet.

Heart’s pounding,
Thumping,
To the beat,

Beat,

        

Beat of…

Excitement,
        Sweating,
Pulsating,

Here I go again,

       UP,

Wind charges against my face
As if to say,
Hello again.

Wait,
I don’t want to go back here,
Down again.

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I wanna stay up here,
With you.
Warmth and touch,
Of your hands,
I’m always swept
Away,

Into another unknown place,
I stealthily try and,

        Creep,
                

Another,

Glance at you.

Love rocking back

And
        Forth,

With You,

Just to reach up and be held by you,
And say
Hello…

To you.

We smile at each other,
Small hands grabbing onto the
Cold, steel bars,

                        Up

        

Up

Up

And away I go again,

Just one more time,

On, this pendulum,
I call my swing of life.
I miss those things…

I miss those simple days.

History's Lessons

Haiku called 'History's Lessons':

Secrets and lies told,

Brainwashed to believe, follow,

History repeats.