You know something's changed you but you don't know how.
some part of you is reshaped
the night feels different
the air is penetrable
I cup my hands around it
somehow it makes me sad.
sitting and listening
familiarity moves like the tides
until it doesn't exist
until it is as vast as the waves
looking out over dark water and letting it
eat you up
I am swallowed
I swallow
I
can't find anything
in this heap of skin and bones of a body
the moon falls out of the sky
and everything is so quiet
all while I lay so still on navy blue sheets
navy blue like the water
and I'm carried
away.

Here we lie,
Within the clench of these metal jaws
Behind the veil of Earth below your feet.
We are merely the permanent residue of the pen
Who did bravely keep us here.

Now tucked into these pages, and mementos
We once did live and breathe
In the mist of the youthful mind
But now we struggle to fill these aged lungs
From deep within our enduring slumber.

Where you have heard the hollow bells ring out
With every passing hour,
Where you have watched the world crumble
And reshaped with each generations’ sculptors,
We remain a collection of unaltered memories
Patiently waiting for your return.

Being remembered is an ambition we never seem to forget.

cells are not the greatest of liars
they document everything,
conscious or unconscious,
things we'd call waste
this body has been caged by my thoughts
beaten by words,
judged by penetrating eyes,
scorn by social media,
reshaped by depression,
extinguished.
fallen,
a back that got strong from all the rising up's
there is a strong taste of desire
to bloom
eager to pull all the weeds
so our gardens would over shine
the mess we've made
there's something growing inside
I felt it move today
the gentle sound of a seed bursting
and small roots caressing
jumping through the shadows of the mind
I do not know what it feeds on
and if it's been here all this time
waiting for a perfect moment
to change the strings of my voice
blossom needs a spine to stand
mine has been long time in the making
leaves are pushing on the stitch
from the inside
oh, wait, I think I'm gonna sneeze!


http://natasek.blogspot.com/2013/04/poem-growing.html

She received a gift of prophecy
Which she kept locked deep inside her soul
Begging for her honesty
Her mind soon lost control

Her breath turned to ashes
Her heart reshaped veins
Red blood sank into darkness
A naked body in flames

Lonely old clock
Speeded up time
When her breathing stopped
Her world turned sublime

A gift of prophecy
Entails experience
Life overwhelmed with quality
Shining in its brilliance

One cannot control time
For time is in control
Lost time is never found again
Not even in the deepest holes of our soul

The hills beneath him stretched out like the curves of women.  Bent
to the clouds he fell from the earth which geared him prickly as would
a range of nipples, then soaring higher, he dived, topping valleys
reshaped downy now into ridges slowly writhed before catching
under toe his own dazzled stare on a water loch of milk and coal-
haired body strewn out to her lily'd bones and still falling, he dropped
to the break of morn dribbling wet sand from his eyes and woke
in the sparring light of his least favourite day.
        In a grainish and utter room, where hanged more than two
pictures of two people, he sank down to Sunday diminished in sighs
from the four tilting walls and blew dead inward unfolding a book.
As he reached for some volume, a baby finger nicked the hair string
of his guitar and for a moment was reminded of her voice in the bedded
vibrations.  Looking on her curves she felt the soft nape of her neck
with his eyes, then those same eyes unhanded her and she, his
dejected guitar, faced him unsung in the cornered glare of his boxed
in room.  He felt frost in throes all that morning and sideways out
of doors— the sun looked back on him even colder.  It would be hours
now until the end of days, so after lunch he went for a walk and a bird
sang nearly the whole way.

  .  .  .  .  .  .  .

I am not able to
Capture you completely
Hundreds, thousands and millions of ephemeral moments of you
I cannot hold them
They spill out between my fingers
Out of my withered eyes
Into the soil, where they belong
With all things being reborn, reaching the light
Speaking in languages unclear and true
Like newborn’s toes that wrinkle time
Before they form their crust, their shell
Against the earth that they tread on
There they will ebb and be reshaped.
(How odd our being, how strange our love)
My dreams no longer will have me
My nightfalls are
Emasculated beings
Their comings and goings
Ripple my flight
Dampen my thoughts with sugared tears
The kind that nurture things and
Make them grow
Out of the cracks of the pained earth.
One day the lands will dry and die
But our tree will still be growing
Against all winds and odds.
Because
How strange this love.

They say, no man is an island
Yet an island can be reshaped
By a tornado, hurricane, or a earthquake
Mother nature rules with an iron fist
To place her stakes on the land of the living

They say, no man is an island
But there must be a better way
For other nations and countries
Come together and embrace
To restructure our governments,
Working together, rebuilding, maybe, even see
The humanity in eachother giving
To help those, who can not help themselves

They say, no man is an island
All the justice and laws in the world
Wouldn't correct it's poverty
In exchange, for it's wealth
Animated politicians
Speaking in tongues
Atoned to be totally clueless
Unaware of the next existing
Killer of lives

They say, no man is an island
To forsee at last
Battle of waves of storms to come
Genocide, Nuclear, Wars
Will come again, and again
History repeats, in cirlces
It never ends

They say, no man is an island
The inadequate versions of getting things right
Should be a must, for the change with truth and trust
People having the will or the lack of
Food, water, protection, health care
That ain't right
To not be inform and share

They say, no man is an island,
But there's just has to be a better way
People taken care of people
Living life better than it once was yesterday
Families who have lost, buried, and shed many of tears
Placed their memories of loved ones
To cross over into the light
Have lost more than just a home, family, neighbors
One thing one must not lose is
The spirit inside to have

They say, no man is and island
For every man, woman and child
Is of the land of their island
Hope is not ones plan alone
The plan simply is of many...

Faith, Memories, Freedom, Dreams, and Hope

Is from the September equinox to the December solstice


Where you fell into the story was what mattered to me I looked on your beauty I saw you were in the
Autumn of life rustic adventure played an overture of mellow that softly blows the soul colored with
Delighted hues of gold red and orange these colors bespeak the whitened snow that lies in the offing
That tingling chill that so greatly advocates wonder of stillness but now it is the window view of a world
That is enthralling an excitement portrayed by loss that buzzes with excitement to be curtailed then to
Find the true fountain of youth a time of hardness elemental profound sterility a forest denuded in its
Own way it drags the eyes to this skyward enchanted starkness spikenard oil for the mind and emotions
It will halt and fascinate this alone would put disagreeable thoughts on hold it reverberates a quiet
Lustiness forms and ushers one into majestic simplistic appreciation of emptiness punctuated by the
Bizarre show that trees perform when they seemingly accuse the sky with bare limbs and stand in a
Gaunt stage one could read the story of doubt and faith reason and all visible means of perception says
All is lost but the unfailing grace that is locked in the heart of nature will be rewarded and with great
Proofs it never fails to succeed we to should hold fast when all evidence flees and we to are left alone
And barren this is of a truth your time and mine of new beginnings what little price to pay for the
Opportunity to unlock such rewards the same as when the trees start to bud the rich foliage comforts
And soothes the earth below and then doctors and mends the wind by photosynthesis purifying
Impurities keeping the whole environment healthy so if you are sidelined by this or that problem
Don’t be in too big of a hurry to lose hope and become frustrated look on the seasons believe and
Realize your having an autumn interlude and soon you will be a certain health and reward to your
Family and community yes at first I too was upset thinking of you in disagreeable circumstances but then
I was allowed to see your life not being affected by unruly means on the contrary you were being
Reshaped being given fuller leeway so many pluses that counter negatives that are a reality but the
Greatest Unseen hand works vigorously without fail to enrich empower by the lives of friends by this
Means the world is incorporated with values and trusts that bring rich harvests they surprise with
Wonderful Additions clouds and blue sky the vesture of the sweet earth that we as uncommon flowers
Permeate with scents that hold us all spellbound

We are living in a time of crisis
We are living in a time of confusion
We are living on the brink of disaster
Times are changing
The world is being reshaped
As we speak
But there is always hope
There is still a new dawn