awakened
in the silence of the night
unable to return to sleep
i sat listening
as the stars taught me
unheard messages
delivered on a shimmering moonbeam
tho' i did not intellectually understand
i intuitively knew
what the starlight was saying
then sleep returned
and upon awakening
my intellect seems to have forgotten
the message
my heart now knows

©2016janetaylor

walls closing in
no where to turn
in this dark room

blindfolded
four corners
sealing the cracks

determination
being cautious
closed doors

lost thoughts
cubed inside
frustration

four huge walls
must get out of
this locked box

Crickets' song is tickling my ear
As I immerse myself into a
Humid warm darkness
This star filled splendor
Embracing my every cell
So inseparably containing
And I share it with all
That is alive
I inhale the experience

We're all in a sea of souls
Struggling to survive
It's hard to find much peace of mind
It's hard to stay alive
The water's full of monsters
For some reason they thrive
Wasps that sting, and poisonous bees
There are many hives
There are those who'd drag you down
So they can have "blessed lives"

Mermaids sing a siren song
Beside the whirlpools
There are wraiths upon the waves
Sea dragons and ghouls
Islands made of straw and grass
The devil has his tools
You could climb upon them
To sink like silly fools
You're in an ocean full of lies
Herein Satan rules

But there is is an Island
Made of rock and stone
You can find Safe Haven
You'll never be alone
Sandy beaches wash away
This you will be shown
On this Island there is a Fortress
He'll call you His own
He will help you weather storms

And he will take you Home


You can play a million parts
Be cast in many roles
Walk in boots with steel toes
But find they have no soles
Go to kitchens to get soup
And find there are no bowls
Follow all the precepts
And find there are no rules
You can climb on life rafts
And find they have great holes
Be lured to many beaches
Cast on many shoals
But there is just one way out

Of the Sea of Souls


SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/13/2016

The purpose of dreams is to inspire -
      inspiration for direction and aim.
They are meant to become memories,
      and not to remain

                                          in vain.

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The pain,
nothing there, emptiness, voided
feelings hollowed out shadowed
disruptions sitting in the darkness,
alone again and it hurts, god it hurts

That song,
melodic interruptions raining memories
from thunder head showers, down
poured sadness of minor keyed
choices played in you and me sorrow

This thought,
talking to me in whispered losses,
breathing my final words of non
seen poetic failures penned in desperate
ink, smeared by free verse tears

The end,
destitute caverns, deep, eternal,
carved in jagged emotions,
rough hewn outcroppings shattering  
because we aren’t, anymore

Above the garden
Clouds are forming
Nexts are rain
Then evaporate the odours.