A harrowing tale could this be, of a girl who gained her soul, but lost the world
all that had ever been believed in, all that had ever given hope
revealed to be false amidst the unraveling of the veil, into a new realm was she hurled
one where there is overwhelming pain, and hatred, no confidence with which to cope
her soul allowed her to visit Utopia, a dream as intangible as a wisp of smoke
all too often misunderstood, underestimated, thought to be entirely insane
her voice reaches some, but for many others, the message does not evoke
she finds that she has echoed too long, her own voice and thoughts become her eternal bane
swallowed within a truth that she has so long sought, viewed as a reality
in actuality it just is not possible, but what can a girl do when swallowed whole
visions of true love, coexistence, God, all lost in a moment of brutality
what does a person do when they lose the world and gain their soul

Whisper
just once those words
I long to hear

and I

will scream my reply
from
the mountain tops.

Mayans saw us
Not
beyond this point.

We map our extended calendar
with dreams expanding.

Soaring beyond mind
All that we are
Changing here
Creation
until now
Unimagined.

Reading poems today on Hello Poetry
This is what came to me as the Love
Mete with so much needs of ALL!!!

Desiderata

**Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

A well cured woman with
tied back hair and
a Mac for fashion,
with also a mac for all weather action,
sat across from me on the train.

Probably sexually active and
without a doubt physically attractive,
she wore morals not money.
PETA badges peppered her lapel,
as she toyed with the check-in details
for the Four Seasons Hotel.
Never will I forget her scent;
high class, high art, high culture,
all distilled within a single
sculpture of smell.
My word, how she spoke so softly,
on the phone or too herself,
even when she asked me for help.

Definitions aren't embodied
in a person that often.
Maybe ex-girlfriends define hell,
but sitting-on-a-train-Mac-user
personified beauty, love,
and the everlasting man seducer.