Friday, June 27, 2014

The Voice of Reason

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linking with dVerse for the "dadaism" prompt

Reality leaves a lot to the imagination. ~John Lennon

Sometimes the wars of life drown out the voice of reason and peace.  Everything that makes sense becomes distorted, like an images reflection in cut class. So the revolutionary that lives within the spirit of every man makes his way out to the surface and speaks out and demands to be heard.  Here is my attempt at an abstract "dadaism" piece of writing:

My voice has been swallowed by a lion
whose roar is flying with fallen stars
where light and dark make love to silence
and beauty looks on in longing to be touched
yes yes life says
take the lion and the shark with 2 hands
hold on to the grievance
let go of the loss
give it to the opera singer
and then cover your ears
and sing
la la la la la la la la.

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Over Again

photo credit here

Linking with dVerse~Poets Pub
for the "Shattering the world and rebuilding it" prompt

Hope rises like a phoenix from the ashes of shattered dreams. ~S.A. Sachs

It seems I have constructed an eloquent way to destruct my life over and over again.  An icon's crazy way of being fashionably late to the affair like one hundred galas before.  No need to bring a fur darling it's going to be a hot evening by the pool. I know how to get by in the weather with no coat.  Unprepared is my middle name and flying by the seat of my pants keeps my seamstress rich.  Fools 101 is a class I took twice in college it's my talent and now I have nightmares of missing it with my shoes on the wrong feet and my shirt on inside out.  It is deja vu that I discover over and over again.  Another string of bad decisions like bank robberies that catch up with me as do the police.  It all comes down to boundaries.  Where to build a fence and when to tear it down.  I always grab the bobbed wire trying to get the mud off my shoes as I make my mad get away.  Growing in one place is the way of flowers and trees, but I only thrive for a while and then I am scrambling for the latest new cure.  A relief from the disease of the discontent.  I strangle hope by the neck, but it still gives me breathing room and a chance to run ahead even though I shall return to it's side to try again over and over again.

My life has been a series of mistakes strung together like a necklace, that does not fit, but I hang it upon a wall for my eyes to look at everyday.  This is a dramatic exaggeration of my life, but I can say this:
No matter how low the place I have fallen, hope always reaches out it's hand and pulls me through the cracks of discouragement and helps me stand once more.

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

The Undressing of Pride

Sweet Summer, 1912, John William Waterhouse

The Mag #225

Love is to the heart what the summer is to the farmer’s year — it brings to harvest all the loveliest flowers of the soul. ~Author Unknown

Love unmasks pride's inner fold like the smoldering heat of summer undresses the day.
Layer by layer is unlaced and loosened until it's outer clothes are stripped away.
It reveals with each soft kiss the beauty that eyes cannot attempt to view
giving strength to the fallen yet a weak place that bitterness can escape through.
it's atonement is an anthem as it revels in the lovely moments of the here and now
where bliss lingers lost in the unknowing of yesterday's regrets no longer found.

Friday, June 13, 2014

Like Bullets Ricochet


 In a dream you are never eighty.  ~Anne Sexton

Like bullets ricochet so do memories within our nightly dreams
they shoot blindly at our heart and then bounce out into lights gleam
All the lost agendas and acts that got stored onto a tape
rewind in awkward segments like a movie that won't erase.
Sometimes they are a message of a path we should not cross
while others are a film of recollections that once were truly lost.
They are an obscure journey that ventures deep into the mind
where life's hidden plots and mysteries unravel for us to find.

I have always believed that our dreams hold a deep meaning yet at times they are simply just an unraveling of the day and days gone by.  Sometimes you get obscurity and other times a clear message, but either way you get a morsel of truth for thought.  To me it is like a movie inside my mind.  When I was 15 years old, I had the BIG dream of writing a book that would be made into a screen play.  So at night sometimes in my dreams I would dream a story that played out, and at the closing, I would say "the end", and I would wake up.  Yes, it sounds a little crazy, but it is true.  Okay I am crazy, but that is another story.



If Luxury Had Lips

"Living in the lap of luxury isn't bad, except that you never know when luxury is going to stand up."
~ Orson Welles

If luxury had lips she would kiss so sweetly before she ever spoke
draw you in with a soft sigh and then leave you in a cloud of smoke.

If luxury had arms she would reach out and hold you very tight
make you glad you came but leave you before the second night.

If luxury had a body she would have hips wide and full of grace
that sway with captivation yet always take steps and walk away.

If luxury was a woman she would be beautiful yet extremely sly
eluding you with bright lipstick as she drugs you and simply says
"bye bye!!"

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Psssst I Got A Secret Wanna Here?

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"Women keep a special corner of their hearts for sins they have never committed."
 ~Cornelia Otis Skinner
Linking with Imaginary Gardens for Fireblossom's promt "Get Listed"
It's simple just use the words in the list.  At least 3 of them that is. :-)

It is a complete mystery what lies within a woman's heart.
It's got a crazy stowaway that yarns flowers in the dark.

It becomes a garden of riddles that speak only to the blind.
It creates a high pitched sound that no man could ever choose to find.

All the lost love that is packaged is saved for a lover from the past
where regrets and favorite longings become legends that don't die fast.

For no animal great nor small can look head on and not be stunned
so cup your ears and watch television cause the truth will kill ya like a gun.

One of my favorite movies is like so many women "Titanic", and I love the quote by Rose "A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets. "  I remember the first time I saw the movie, and I heard those words.  I could not get over how true that was.  There are just some things that a woman knows in her heart that she never shares with another human being.