Blame is a corrosive projection of Ego.

We need to talk openly with and about our Demons,
'cause they're always whispering in our ear
and waiting on the tip of our tongue,
so I find it's better to take those dogs for a walk
at least once or twice a day, if not more,
than to let them destroy our mental furniture
and **** in the pantry, or the bed, as it were,
as we're so blissfully content
leaving our own Shadow unsupervised;
that is,
until we find ourselves cast from Grace
and play the victim, or create victims-
succumbing evermore to our Demons.

We have the Will to chose:
build pressure, or diffuse it.

Do as ye will,
but be willing to accept consequences
lest ye be a coward and a hypocrite,
as is rather in-style, t'would seem

Talking so often distracts from doing.

Truest Wisdom needn't advertise itself:
her Art is elusion; her mirror: all things.

Worthy are those aware of reflections.

If I was told to describe
What 
I felt for you
On a sheet of paper 

I would tear it up, burn it
And let the dust of the ashes
Cloud up my lungs.

Life is truly a potpourri
a mix of exciting, scary, inspiring,
painful, joyful, heartbreaking,
disappointing, at times, exhausting
these days, there is no longer fear
i shall not fight it, if i fall right now
for,
i am the bent amongst the young,
the straight and tireless,
i always wonder why,
when a strong wind blows,
i still endure, still am standing...when
turning around requires much effort.

But, I can't hide how this world surrounding me
provides me with such a lift
it opens my half-closed view
yes, there are the dying parts, corners
but what i see mostly are blooms of vibrant yellows,
greens, pinks, peaches, so mellow
lively colors all around me.
even the naked tree, towers over me,
and in its own way
indulges in all the grace and beauty
that render both of us
breathless.

I am, now, in a worn down state,
but I refuse to give way,
for, I see, I feel
i am very much a part
of this pool of energy
effortlessly
continuously,
contagiously
pulsating,
this LIFE that leaves me expecting
for more blue skies.

I am a kite set free,  flying on its own
i am a balloon, soaring, with no strings that hold
i am the old amidst the new
but,
i still am... a breath of life,

So...i struggle to live on.


Sally


Copyright March 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

Mix of blues
Oh so smooth
Flows eloquently
Strings of magic
Melody thrilling
Transforms
The whole scene
Dreams flow
Languid
Glide with rhythm
Feel the
Soft caress
Of the Blues
Heartstrings
Stirred slowly
Euphoric mix

May thy Friends be many and true;
thy Enemies: well-earned, yet few.

It has always had us
so very much more
than we can ever have it-
and it shall be forevermore;

so get over the Ego trip
and respect it enough
to be a worthy Harbinger;
reflect it as well as you can.

Just don't be bitter
when the times comes
to give back the mirror;
we have been It all along.




Nevertheless,
Mortality is one hell of a loan shark.
It is up to each and every one of us
to make the pain of Life worthwhile.