deborah-drinon-haggerty
American
On Love: There is intent and there is perception....somewhere in the middle is understanding or misunderstanding. This is the eternal challenge. The variables on this situation are numerous. Intent can be pure or manipulative. Pure intent can be perceived as manipulative and vice versa. The variable is dependent on each individual; that is to say we each bring our different neurosis, experiences, past life issues, etc. etc. to our reality. Loving is risky...trusting is risky, regardless of the relationship. However, when we understand that we can love without expectations and dependency of a certain outcome, when we realize that love is something we give, but it takes nothing from us, we are set free from this cage. It takes courage to set ourselves free, but when we love, we become so much more than we could ever imagine. / / Yes, and the answer is, there are many answers...
Not quite enough light
as I rounded the corner;
distinguishing, at first,
a glint of kindness, then it's absence.
If I had danced a bit longer on the edge of your sardonic stage
I would've stumbled on a steady beat of naiveté,
always one note behind your calculating symphony.
The shallow beams from the timeworn ghostlight
cast elucidation on your conductorial robes;
it is not often that one sees
so well in the dimness of love's sweet fog.
Alas, the savage cadenza reverberates
as if a prophetic whisper, illuminated my secret fortitude.
I turned back, fierce with indignation.
Aug 19, 2011
Aug 19, 2011 at 3:06 PM UTC
I have to get out now.
I have to find the door.
I have to know there is a different place.
I have to know there is more.
~
I have to keep going.
I have to keep my head.
I have to climb higher than this valley.
I have to believe that I'm not dead.
~
I have to sleep alone.
I have to live awake.
I have got to wake the ugly monster.
I have to give what I can't take.
~
I have to rise up now.
I have to walk away.
I have to trust-all defenses down
I have to see another day.
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 5:33 PM UTC
When all the ships
Have gone to sea
And no one’s left
On shore but me,
Will you forget
My golden hair;
Forsake me for
The salty air?
When winds, they blow
And storms, they rage,
In thoughts of me
Will you engage?
And when the mist,
It coats your face,
Is it my breath
That you will taste?
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 5:30 PM UTC
In every soul there is a
New moment to
Deliver itself to
Enlightenment,
Peace and
Elegance of heart.
Now is that moment to let your spirit sing and
Dance.
Every breath taken is a
New
Chance to be
Everything.
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 5:27 PM UTC
sometimes
i wake at dawn
and loneliness kisses me on my neck.
he is a consistent lover
yet not constant.
at times he caresses me
to tears
until i sleep again
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 5:21 PM UTC
em nwohs evah uoy tahw ees I~I see what you have shown me
delaever sah noitiutni ym tahw ees I~I see what my intuition has revealed
gnilriws ssendas dna epoh ees I~I see hope and sadness swirling
tnetni dna esoprup a ees I~I see a purpose and intent
noissap degac a ees I~I see a caged passion
traeh a ees I~I see a heart
gnipeeW~Weeping
sdnah ruoy ees I~I see your hands
gnihcaeR~Reaching
seye ruoy ees I~I see your eyes
gnihcaeT~Teaching
ylfnogard ees I~I see dragonfly
?elihwa syats ohW~Who stays awhile?
ffo stilf dnA~And flits off
nruter ot ylnO~Only to return
efas s’ti swonk eh nehW~When he knows it’s safe
yats oT~To stay.
traeh ruoy ees I~I see your heart.
gnos ruoy raeh I~I hear your song.
thgilf ruoy leef I~I feel your flight.
ecaps ruoy hcuot I~I touch your space
ecaf ruoy ees I~I see your face.
uoy ees I~I see you.
uoY~You.
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 5:19 PM UTC
I am silent
Where white waters swirled,
Bubbles chortle between heartbeats,
Descending down.
Rising prayers
With silky breaths of love
Ascending into light,
Reverberating again
Into Cathedral Azure.
I Glimpsed Eden’s
Soft blue waters.
Farewell Chasm.
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 5:02 PM UTC
I know the song within a captured bird,
A melancholy, rhythmic, beating heart
A breathless sound; foreboding in its start
It carries on the wind yet to be heard
An octave high and down; the cage is stirred,
For all who’ve come to rest and soon depart.
The wing is clipped, to some, a work of art.
Within, her captive song is not deterred.
If flight returns and ever lifts the soul;
If morning breaks forever or one day
Her song, relentless in its reaching beat
Arise, it will, to take her on its way.
As feathers fade, the Spring must be consoled
With heaven’s grace, both bird and song will meet.
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 5:01 PM UTC
once, i loved you
so far from me
yet i loved you closely
with all i could be
once, i loved you
from across the sea
you touched my heart
and you set it free
once, i loved you
so far from me
i love you still
not meant to be
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 5:01 PM UTC
Before the rain comes falling
There is a breeze that always blows
And I sense a calm delivery
Buried deep within my soul.
Before the rain comes falling
There is a sound that’s heard within~
A silence of deep stirring.
It crawls under my skin.
And when the rain comes falling
To wash away my pain,
Each drop does quench my endless thirst
So I can begin again.
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 5:00 PM UTC