Thursday, August 30, 2012

the sword

the sword of Damocles hangs over you
yet you do not know it's tale.
What peril will befall you?
Prevail again you shall regardless.

beyond the sound of strife,
of old opulence and decay lies
the shining horizon of freedom,
thus hunger not to retain material gain.

splendid is she who can release the bonds
of angst and need. As required they are not.
He can speak the mind but needs to hold
the heart close. With your kin embraced.

fear not as you shall be 'fine',
as they say in this new world of being.
Walk the earth and be free to sing
your new song. And reborn in kind you shall be.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

heart in my hand

It's okay
You don't have to do anything
Not say anything
Just be yourself with me.

I am tidying up
old remnants from my past
Seeing glimpses of what might be ahead
carrying my heart in my hands.

Many are afraid of pain
of the emotions raw and deep
cutting and piercing the skin.
I feel them inside as old friends visiting.

It's good to remember,
as I have done before: that all things pass.
The experience is always released,
old heartache transformed to joy once more

I depend on myself for support
I hold my own heart in my hands
I feel love is given to me
and am strong. Every day.

Monday, August 20, 2012


You talk
yet there is nothing left to say
Only things I have heard before
Like a washing machine left on the same setting.

I feel horrible for feeling it
but notice I haven't missed you. At all.
And it makes me sad for what once was.
But only for a moment.

I rather rejoice in what is, then what is in the past.
Everything has it's own time. This time is mine.
I wish you well and am now saying goodbye.
Feeling blessed with everything given to me.