There are people all around me
Though I see no one
Gray blurs, different shapes
But no faces
I am alone in a sea of people
No one will listen
No one will listen to my story
The one that is buried in time
I could scream
But no one would hear
Not the fish, nor the birds
Only me to hear my story
The story buried in time
Though it does not affect the todays
It affects the yesterdays
The yesterdays from which we came
To ignore it is to ignore ourselves
To ignore what ignites our passion
And our will
And our will to live
Our immense will to survive
The story buried in time tells
Of life in heaven
Life without corruption
A perfect life
A life where we may see love
Not hate or greed
Just everything as it was meant
To be seen
Pure and light
Black and white
No gray blur
Na unrecognizable faces
Just black and white, love and hate
A place where we are not welcome
Not in our mortal lives
But our immortals souls have
The secret password
Till then we are banished
We know what we do
But not what we did
Because that story
Because we are ignorant
Is buried in time
As the sun sets, I see you and I holding hands,
Leaping through the treetops without a care in the world,
Wading through ponds of fiery passion, if we find them.
We prance through the gardens of life,
Until we wander into the lilies at which we part.
Until that day, dance on.
March 2013
I had forgotten
Smiles and laughter
The silhouette of dreams.
All I knew was how to
Silently scream.
A shit place in life
Stuck between heaven an hell.
You stood right there
I held on for dear life
As you took me for a ride
Through my own twisted mind.
All the pain came back
Of heartbreaks and promises.
So when I saw you,
I suddenly remembered it all.
Crack the veil of tired souls
cloaked in lonely sorrows,
broken by faithless wanderings,
and feel the strings course through your veins,
the horns echo your heart.
Hold music close in mind and heart;
it makes hearing more bliss than sense,
makes truth as gorgeous as fiction
and fuel for love and dance.
Grip the hands of the etheral,
hold immortality close,
keep it all within and simply
close your eyes and listen.
Everything in song takes a life of its own,
be it lyrics or the simple voice
untested by use, yet strong.
Choirs echo through the heavens,
forcing clouds to yield,
yet holding them in wavering winds
that carry lovely song.
Crack the veil of tired souls
cloaked in lonely sorrows,
broken by faithless wanderings,
and feel the strings course through your veins,
the horns echo your heart.
Hold music close in mind and heart;
it makes hearing more bliss than sense,
makes truth as gorgeous as fiction
and fuel for love and dance.
Grip the hands of the etheral,
hold immortality close,
keep it all within and simply
close your eyes and listen.
Everything in song takes a life of its own,
be it lyrics or the simple voice
untested by use, yet strong.
Choirs echo through the heavens,
forcing clouds to yield,
yet holding them in wavering winds
that carry lovely song.
Life is something we all share,
Just like oxygen, in the air.
The way we live it, is up to us,
With a negative or with a plus.
Life is something, we should cherish,
We never know, when we'll perish.
Live each and every single day,
Smell the flowers, stop and play.
Life is something, we've been blessed,
Choice is yours, choose your quest.
Follow your passions, and you'll be fine,
And with the right attitude, you will shine.
I had an idea to write a poem
But I never got around
To putting pen to paper
To give the poem its ground
Told of my hidden feelings
And where it is they start
Spoke of dreams and visions
As I opened up my heart
I took hold of the moment
Expanded it with time
Let the deepest feelings that I have
Escape my inner mind
I had verses on the stars
Stanzas of the moon
All it was that I'd thought of
Spoken out in the truth
It had the beauty of serenity
The joy of peace to be its guide
Spoke of love shared by all of us
Giving new meaning to life
It took all of life's heartaches
And turned the hurt around
The only problem with all this is
I failed to write it down
It's hard for me to say
But I can't deny it.
It's true;
I nearly died today
I nearly became number 52
And counting.
And I wasn't afraid for me,
I was afraid for you.
I feared ceasing to exist
For the first time in my life.
Because I was not to be forgotten
But irrevocably missed.
Death is but the beginning
of our never ending lives.
Fear not you sweet soul
We all live but a thousand times.
Death is insidious
Death is wise
But Death,
death is not kind.
We all face our death
before our demise.
Each and every day we swallow our pride,
we all die a little inside.
Yet
Do not mistake death
for end of life.
For its not but
the giver of time.
© 2012 Christina Jackson
i worry about my father
roaming somewhere out there
i pray to who knows what, hoping mostly
that he has found his peace and happiness
and sometimes
to be embraced
in one of his famous hugs
the warmest i have ever felt
his whiskers pressed
tightly against my face...
and i am told he was a great man
by those who knew him
he was just sick
and full of sadness
trying to provide some comfort i guess
but to me he never felt sad or sick
he just felt warm
like everyone else
like a father should
the bright sun on those cloudy days
when you just can’t take losing
another drop of rain
those are the days i miss him the most
and those are the days
i find myself praying...
and hoping
that he didn't live
in a world where he suffered
so much
pain
his entire life
burning
on the roof, oh hell
just to be cremated
by the fire
