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 May 2014 Lana
Meenu Syriac
I cast my eyes on to the shoreline
Allowing waves rolling in to wet
White sand stretching out almost infinitely.
Gulls flying off into the horizon
In a quest, mother nature set.

Dressed in white, sitting by the fire
The sparks fly out and meet the air.
Lost in the silence,  
Listening to the waves
Of the blue seas,
As blue as your eyes.
As the moon takes its place
On the night throne
And the stars align
As an ancient ritual,
The air gets colder
But warmed by the fire,
My eyes heavy,
To sleep I surrender.

I lay my head back on earth
And lose myself in a dreamscape
Where you fill a certain absence.
And into the depths of your eyes, I fall,
Spiraling,
Tumbling.
As I pick myself up
I emerge out of waters.
And like a powerful force
You, drawing me closer.

Waking up to a distant rumble of thunders
I look at the dying fire become embers.
Smiling to myself knowing
Today I'll come home
To see a blue sea
In your eyes.
 May 2014 Lana
Elaenor Aisling
"Am I fat?"
My little sister asks,
poking a delicate finger at her tiny stomach.

My heart sinks.

I stare at her thin limbs
well muscled from gymnastics
and playground antics.
"No. Don’t ever let me hear the "F" word come out of your mouth again,"I say.

But I know she will ask again.
She will ask herself when she stares in the mirror,
and will pass judgment on her thighs, her hips, her stomach.

Just as I
and nearly every other woman ever born,
asks the glass, permission to approach the bench
and the judge gives a final verdict— not thin/pretty/beautiful/skinny/fair/tan/ enough.

How ****** up it is—that we think worth is visible.
 May 2014 Lana
Meenu Syriac
Being a woman is hard.
Actually,
Being a woman
You expect me to be
Is hard.
Being who I am,
Well now,
That's really easy.

So society tells me
I should be thin
Maybe look like 'em supermodels
I guess since
That's not happening
I'll go drown my "sorrows"
In a box of ice cream.

Be beautiful
By putting all that mush on my face?
Sorry, no thank you
I'll pass.
I'll be me with all my spots, marks
Freckles and all.

Because you see,
What I am,
Well the genes,
Were handed to me,
By the two most beautiful people
In the world,
Yes, freckles and all.

I am independent
I am smart
I dont need to look like a clown
To please your senses.
I'm much more than
What's on the surface.
So if you wanna like me
Its a package deal,
Freckles and all.
Its very imperfect, but what the heck, I just wrote what came to my mind. This one's for the ladies. Yes, feel beautiful, be beautiful. Be who you are.
Have a good day :)
 Apr 2014 Lana
r
Home Depot does not sell azure paint.
No. They do have Morning Sky,
Tropical Lagoon, Morning Breeze,
Ocean Cruise, Cozumel, Empress Teal,
Almost Aqua, and Navy.  But no azure.  
No cyan, either. No plain ol' blue.
I will take my verdant money elsewhere.
Home Depot should be more poet friendly.

r ~ 4/29/14
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..and I have nary a thing to say, save for this:

Be
who it is you know
in your heart that you are
and compromise the spark
which kindles your fire
for nary a Soul nor obstacle,
for, in this mortal Life,
there can be no greater Sin
than to let it all go to waste
just to soothe the pain within.

The Obstacles in Life
merely provide opportunities,
to which one can rise
or in spite of which one can fail.

But,
though it may seem a losing battle,
there is e'er a way to prevail.

Perseverance
is the sound of optimism,
in the name of betterment:
Perseverance
is the cry of mortal Warriors,
battling 'pon this battleground
rife with Life's adversity.

To the victor,
the spoils.
To the defeated,
what they deserve.

Harsh
though it may sound,
truly what you get
is relative
to your chosen
perspective, attention and intention.

If you intend
to lose the battle,
it is already lost.

If you intend
to be victorious,
nary a thing
shall stand in your way
for very long.

Heed this, please:
I speak in mythic words,
metaphor, symbology:
battle not Others
for selfish gain
or in the name of demagoguery,

rather,
battle constructively
within your Self,
that you may harden
your resolve
and become truer
to your true Self.

In such a way can you transcend this mortal World.
In such a way can you be happy and free of it's tyranny.
In such a way have others pointed to Enlightenment.
In such a way be Heaven and Hell creations of our Selves.
Not really much to say
but what I feel neen't be said,
though it seems so obvious to me I opt to share it
in hopes
it falls not
on blind eyes
deaf ears
and numb minds.
 Apr 2014 Lana
betterdays
i want to bite
down,
on the word
and tell you the absolute
and dangerous truth.

that your bitterness,
has soured your
soul.

your famed stoicsism
has fled,
and most of
what you say, has become
a whine,
reedlike and annoying.


but i clench my fist,
against my thighs
and count to 97.

because,

you are my mother

and your life,
has been,
not exceptionaly
kind,

and at eighty five,
you may well be
entitled,
to luxuriate, in your pain.

but just,
sometimes,
could you do it  a bit
more quietly.
please....
i know i appear heartless
here..... i truly am not.
there is much to and behind these words, but then is there not always.
but sometimes it is difficult
and sometimes it just is what it is.
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