Tick tock brain is always thinking Moving to some sound in and out of thoughts Though I'm never speaking Whispers inside my head seem to never stop At times I feel so strange like someone else exist within Trying to speak To be heard above the noise My brain is always making
Rest time becomes a conversation To the silent person within Eyes twitching Moving in all directions Too much energy within Existing in two worlds as nothing is real Just my brain and its imagination.
Standing in stillness Stood a weeping stranger Tears rolled down her face within the great cathedral Hymns echoed through the stillness She took my hand with no words spoken
Service ended Squeezing my hand she let go Saying thank you in a soft whisper Walking away and out of site
Out of my life
In that special moment God touched a soul Through a troubled person Who for a second became whole Light shown through dark spaces Gods love came through in a lonely time Healing and connecting two broken souls
All who came to church that grey day Seeking light Being in Gods house found joy inside the tears Healing in dark places
Here I am Lord It is I I have heard you calling me in the night
Through many stone faces God entered Changing darkness to light and warming all those cold faces.
You'd be shocked to know that I call my nightmares dreams Because to me, the nightmares are all I see The fire and brimstone is to me, my hearth and when I was handed that pomegranate there was no hesitation in that first bite The cold souls huddle on the shore pressing close I, the mother of these ghosts, stand with arms extended to hold them in my icy embrace Did you hear of how Hades took me and made me his own? Homer would never tell of how I went looking for the shadows, and how the King of the Underworld spurned me at first until he learned to fear me, then love me Earth was dull and soft, when all I craved was edges and a sharpness only matched by my wit It is no mistake that my name means to destroy, and my blade wields judgement So those demons you fear, the ones named Hades and Cerberus? Do not fear them, for men are predictable and they were cast into darkness with no choice. Fear the Queen of the dead, fear the one who craved the darkness. The one who chose claws over flowers and ice over sage. The demons are mine, and the Lord of the Dead, he worships the havoc I create.
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful -- The eye of a little god, four-cornered. Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall. It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers. Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me, Searching my reaches for what she really is. Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon. I see her back, and reflect it faithfully. She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands. I am important to her. She comes and goes. Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness. In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
In the whisper of a song Listening of the wings of a bird in flight Butterflies in the morning on flowers near by Summers beauty rolled upon the ground Streams flow into deep valleys meeting at rivers end
Crows take flight from tops of trees
While many cover the ground in shadows
Turning the green grass black as there are so many
In the summer tones Life is beautiful
Where peaceful waters flow into the dense fog of early morning Life has begun for the day As night sweeps away
By Weeping willow 2018 ;-}
Memories from my mind as to how summer use to feel in the early morning light ;-}
Something I’m not sure I want has fallen in my lap Maybe it’s just my excuse? Because surely it can’t be mine? I never really wanted it But I’ve given in this time I’m afraid it’s just a cover up For what I really feel Even so I’ll walk the walk and talk the talk To beat down the regret I’ll just pretend it’s real