I'd ask thy forgiveness,
but I know thy disbelief of blame.

Though thy terrors be great,
thy bounty is much the same.

Thy systems be wiser
than many can fathom,
and for their presence,
I thank thee.

We have loved you,
respected you,
revered you;
but, then
we also
***** you,
plundered you
and forsook you.

Though we inherit thy Eden,
we voracious inhabitants
squander and profligate thy lush resources
in the name of mere money-
in the name of ourselves;
yet, I dare to reckon
better is deserved by thee,
o Mother Earth.

I hope we can eventually become thy apt sentinels.
I have been honored to be in thy presence.
Thank you for thy selflessness.

I am ashamed on behalf of my kind,
but I know you understand that we're still young.
We'll come around one of these days,
or, if not, I know we'll inherit thy wrath, as well.

If such be the case:
so be it.
I wish it won't come to that,
but, if it does,
at least some of us will surely understand.

I captured a dream
Of melodious seems
And put it in a bottle of glass
So that when I arose
The sunlight would pose
And the rays would begin to dance
I walked to a tree
Where the bottle would be
And saw a reflection on the grass
I looked to the sky
A bird flew by
And with it the bottle of glass
I searched for years
Wasted my tears
On the dream that now was lost
I walked through the deserts
Paraded the sees
And even scouted the frost
But alas the dream
Of melodious seems
Was nowhere to be found?
I looked to the north
I looked to the east
The West and the South
Then I had a thought
A revelation of sorts
On this dream that I wanted to keep for myself
That now far away
It would be found
And the dream would be with someone else

Bad spellers of the world UNTIE!!!!!

...yeah well I'm an adhesive sloth. It's a miracle that I even CAN type what's your excuse?? :P

~

I read your poetry
and I am taken away
to a place where my childhood waits

Those sunny summer days
when life was easy,
and pressure was only a word taught in school

I feel weightless,
as if I can fly
and your words are my wings

You tug at my heart,
tempt my senses
and touch me in ways I have not felt before

I read your poetry
and it is as if
I am talking to a long lost friend

Catching up on good times,
crying tears with you
and sharing every smile

Walking long paths,
waving good morning to each sunrise
and good night when it sets

Dancing in moonbeams
and counting shadows,
which always add up to two

I read your poetry
and I am in awe
of your amazing talent

and I think maybe I should
just put down my pen, for yours
*is all the poetry I will ever need

Come  unto my barren needs
     take these worn calloused hands
into your own, your softness manicured,
     kiss, and kiss again mine chapped
with those sweetness glossy pink lips,
     slow, or slower.
Place a glance unto my sorrow filled eyes
     my worry flush, with thy cheeks ****** blush.
Watch the woodlands dance and bow,
     as wind sings in the distance
into the heavens
      cries reaching to the universe
a symphony, my love.

I am not yet defiled; O hear me.
Let not the crazed hornets or serpents or ophidian or the
   buzzard bee come near me.

I am not yet defiled; console me.
I fear that the snake charmer may with rhythmic body clocks clock me,
   with predatory hissing paralyze me, with authoritative power anger me,
      on wicker constraints constrain me, in bamboo-patches pierce me.

I am not yet defiled; provide me
With beauty to free me, dressage to cover me, silence to come
   to me, souls to save me, charmers and angels
     in my wandering existence seeking fights to waver the war within me.

I am not yet defiled; forgive me
For the provocative glances in me, my presence when womanity holds me,
   my mythological beauty by deities beyond me,
      my head held high when they slay by means of my
         crossbow, my addiction when they poison me.

I am not yet defiled; rehearse me
In the dreams and the prayers I must take when
   art interrupts me, material disturbs me, splintered souls
     gaze at me, smiles fade at me, the knifes edge
       stains me and everlasting scars pain
         me to shame and the shames taints
           my skin and my heart abandons me.

I am not yet defiled; O hear me,
Let not Perseus who is warrior or who thinks he is King
     or a rival to me.

I am not yet defiled; O fill me
With gasoline against those who would inhabit my
  bones, would sink me into empty caverns,
    would make me a prisoner locked, a monster with
      blood dripping, a monster, and a passer of dis-ease
        who would execute my self, would
          flush me like ***** oozing and
            ***** and ooze and *****
              like alcohol seeping in the
                pores would drown me.

Let Poseidan not make me defiled and let him not **** me.
Otherwise **** me.

© Sia Jane

Come sew buttons into my eyes, and allow me to believe all of your lies.
For the beauty of love shall seep deep within; even if perception is fogged by your sins.

                                     Alysia Marie 2014 ©