lyn-geist
American
*Poetry is the music of the soul poured into the mind of dreamers* / / I have written poetry since the day I learned to write. I am passionate about offering others a view of the world in a different way. I grew up in Minnesota but made my life in Northern California. I keep busy raising two teenage children and a puppy and write whenever a moment presents itself. I also have a blog that I full with a little bit of this and that. Vintage photos, poetry, and a good quote here and there. You're welcome to visit, the door is always open. Leave a comment to let me know you stopped by. Happy writing. / / http://ljhgeist.wordpress.com
I’m told there is a purpose
To every failed try
A meaning to be found
In every tear I cry.
And yet I ask in vain
To make that purpose clear,
But I see no answer coming
Before faith disappears.
I hear another calling
Another desperate plea,
Another stranger in the dark
Longing to be free.
Release me from the power
Of that which holds me down,
And offer me another way
Another trip around……
Around the plaguing questions
The pain inside my soul,
Around the poor made choices
And The promises I broke.
My life has been for nothing
And there’s nothing left to give
Nothing to be proud of
A life I can’t forgive.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 12:29 PM UTC
I can hear the sweet whisper
Of your voice,
It smells of whisky and sunshine
And I float
With drunken bliss as I feel your
Kiss upon my lips.
That old country road
We traveled
Ended at our picket fence
Where we built
Our lives together.
Young love
Euphoric and rich.
I see so clearly
Those still summer nights,
Time was talking
I wish we would have listened then.
Youth and wisdom...
Contradictory entities that blind the eyes
Of worldly knowledge.
We see what lies behind us
After mistakes are made.
Retrospect is of no use when
Damage is done.
Now I sit in the car staring down
That old country road
Past that white picket fence
Wondering yet again
Where we'd be if only I knew
What I didn't know then.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC
Dry eyes
Pink balloons
Satin sheets
Nothing is related to the other.
Nothing makes sense.
A thousand words are written
A million songs are sung.
The days are slowly churning, tic toc
Here comes another one.
Hello was for a moment
Goodbye will last forever
Yet inside this spec of time
Your face I still remember.
The way your auburn hair would fall
When you just arose from bed
Or how your smile lit the room
We had so many years ahead.
Staring down upon this stone
As the sunshine warms the day
I relive every moment
All the silly games we played.
Inside I'm numb to everything
I can't help but wonder why
We didn't get to live our life
Or why you had to die.
Teary eyes
Blue roses
Teacups
Nothing is related to the other
Nothing makes sense.....
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC
You will remember me the way you left me,
Sobbing as the wretched heat blistered my eyes with sweat.
Desperately searching the shadows of your face
For an answer that wasn't there.
Afraid to be alone in my world of darkness,
I begged you to continue to share it with me.
After all it was you who poured the sadness into the sun.
It was you who leaked anger into into love.
It was you who stole the smile from my soul.
It was I who let you.
You will remember my tears and frustration,
My sorrow and desperation.
You will remember me cracked and broken.
You didn't see me mend, or come to life again
Without the pressure of your stone upon my heart.
You took the darkness with you when you left
And the glittering sunshine in your wake,
Momentarily blinded me.
But as the day grew gentle,
and sweat and tears no longer burned against my skin,
I saw the smell of the sunset and heard the beauty of its color
In that whisper of a moment I was indeed alive yet once again.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
*In the misty morning air
The click clopping of shoes
Upon wet cement
Sets my mind
into a musical cadence.
Each drop of rain
Lands in perfect rythym,
Every swoosh of a tire
Lends a crescendo.
A song heard
Time and again.
Born of the monotony
Of one day into the next,
Of one foot in front of the other
Of stories told and retold.
In the shabbiness of the
Morning air
The sun tries
to b link through the clouds
So it can burn through
The frozen humanity
That no longer
Gives a scrap of bread
To a stranger.
I watch as silhouettes
Dance between rain drops
Then scurry into shelter.
The click clopping of sboes
On wet cement has faded
To a stark and silent
Breath of time.*
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
*Illuminate my life,
My world, My soul.
Upon forever dreams and desires reside
Then ride away
On the sunset of angry loneliness.
Circular searching for A little peace,
a corner of the table cloth,
A breath of significance in your world.
Darkened days become darker nights
Another chance at hell on your way to heaven.
And When the bitterness decides
to seep from the soul
And the anger leaves its place
Along with it will go
The memory of your face.
Standing on the edge of goodbye*
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 11:32 PM UTC
When you see her cry
you get a rag,
a gentle delicate cloth.
Lovingly grasp her hand
and dab its tip;
dry each tear as they come.
And ask each drop
why it'd leave
such beautiful eyes.
If she wishes
to be in the sky,
tell her to go.
Take the sun ransom,
and replace its shining
with her own.
So you can see her every morning
and wish for her
return each night.
When you see her scars
both visible and non-
touch each gently.
And remind her
that each and every hurt
she has survived,
has only made her
that much more unique;
that much stronger.
Show her that she
is a special person
and is worthy of love.
That she deserves the love
she fears to give...
show her so that
one day after you're gone
she can find the strength
to go on without you.
Tell her that while
she might not be a goddess
far above worldly desires,
that she is amazing,
for just being herself
for being that beautiful girl
who thinks herself damaged
when in truth she's just
a different kind of beautiful.
And finally, love her.
Like a boy loves a girl
Till she finally remembers
that that's what she is:
not a scar, not a goddess,
not a star. But a girl.
That deserves to be loved.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC
*She lies in a tangle of blankets,
breathing in the scent of sadness.
The sounds of desperation within the dark
Leak pain into her soul.
Burdened by the years of standing tall,
crushed by the loneliness.
She believed the strength inside
Would carry her beyond the emptiness.
Yet into the darkness the light of her soul creeps,
Moving endlessly, recklessly.
Predawn light brings her no peace,
Feeling instead the fear of facing another day.
Sighs and cries and moans of despair
Leave her lost and broken.
Dreams abandoned, choices made, time past.
She feels the regret,
That familiar ache that brings the weight of anger.
And there she weeps for all she missed
and all that could have been.
As darkness makes its way once more
She smells the scent of sadness...*
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC
I passed you on the street today
Like all the days before this very one.
Glancing side ways, I saw
The sun stream through your hair
And smelled a hint of lilac in the air.
Captivated by the sound of your
High heeled shoes on the pavement,
I paused for a whisper of a moment.
And feeling that pause,
As though I had reached out to you,
You stopped.
Time stopped.
My world stopped.
Inside that moment
Another was created.
That creation began to flow
Then form into a life of its own
Only to dissolve amongst
The fading sound
Of clip clopping high heeled shoes
And the dying scent of lilac in the air.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 8:31 PM UTC
The years have passed
And Loves faded into gray,
That's the way it happens,
At least that's what they say.
But in the first light of the morning,
When I turn and watch you sleep
I can't help but still remember
The way you looked at me.
Am I still the one you're wanting,
The one that's in your heart
The one you want to hold you
When your worlds been ripped apart?
I close my eyes and see you
Dancing in the street
And feel your kiss upon my lips
And your body next to me.
I know that times were simple then,
We were just so young
And maybe you're still wondering
If you've left a song unsung.
But am I still the one you search for,
To find shelter from the storm
Am I still the one you long for,
When the summer nights grow warm?
Can you love me like you used to,
Or is it time for me to go
I can't stand to lie here wondering,
If our love has been outgrown.
No matter what you say girl,
I'll love you anyway
Just the way I said I would,
Back on our wedding day.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC