Time ~does not wait
Nor stand still
Holds memories of our past
It is not ours forever
No one knows
How long it lasts
It's often watched
By all of us
It leads all
By night and day
It's a gift
We have been given
Use it wisely
In every way
Respect each waking moment
Fill as much of it with -~love
Until your cup is empty
And you return to him ~above

Allure to me with your bonescent,
sweat stench brought me closer.
Bone structure kept you here.
In my radius you stayed.

So nearly an artist, fickle.
Dearly departed, I miss you.
Brittle.

And I just kept saying no;
I couldn't handle you.
You must've miss understood the tone;
outspoken through the mandible.

Now I was out of my mind,
Insane at best.
Out of the body experience from inside the mind of the cranium.
Actually you were caught in cult of her anatomy.
First born in the ossification of you.

The next time he spoke,
awoken a sentiment.
The exoskeleton protected what was hiding inside.
And we decayed decayed.
His skeleton exposed; he grew on me like bones of a child.

And I've known his scent still sticks to my shell.
Under my skin and underground,
in the catacombs.

But only bones sent me here.
Just to snap back to reality

In the blush of youth
It is easy to believe
In fairy tales
That a knight in
Shining armor
Will rescue one
From all their sorrows

In the Autumn of life
One finds that love
Is not always about
Happy endings
Love must come from within
Not from without

Self-love if often
Difficult…
I miss the love that
Is right in front of me
If I do not love myself
I end up rejecting the
Gift of love

Love tries to welcome me
And sometimes…
Sometimes
Love seeps in
Coloring my world in
Many beautiful hues
And I find acceptance

A beautiful gift is before me
For the taking
If only…
If only I would embrace
This precious gift everyday

Kelly Rose
© December 22, 2016

embrace the stones
that obstacle the journey,
gather them in, together keep,
for they are the markers,
you have used,
you have been,
you have exhausted,
so long after the body ashed,
these words will trace for
those that follow the path
you marked with
these same stones
you gathered in
olden days of
simple joyous embrace

You have given my life grace and beauty
Offering your light when darkness filled me
Never has your love felt like some duty
No, you have filled my life with joyous glee

Offering your light when darkness filled me
You gave me courage to discard the hate
No, you have filled my life with joyous glee
Always, you make me feel lovely and great

You gave me courage to discard the hate
Allowing me to discover my way
Making me feel like your wife and soul mate
And always meeting me more than halfway

Allowing me to discover my way
Is a gift beyond compare, truly
And always meeting me more than halfway
You have given my life grace and beauty

Kelly Rose
© December 24, 2016

She says she wonders what's it is like.

She says she looks at the stars when she thinks about it,

And then I remember

                 I know this is a dream,

                  I know I am else where sleeping

I let it carry me ...

Trying to pay attention

here where it is mostly ghostly

wisps of emotions - wildly feeling,

the ocean within me now

It's connected to everything somehow...

                   and I can sense that all of this is a lesson

how lucky / how loved / I must be

for this gift -- given a peek

through the curtains... The shroud between...

~~

Suddenly there is only blackness

                 The flash of loss and thunderous pain

As I find myself

Inside myself, in the blackness of nowhere

Yet / Of my own mind

                      (But there is no retaliation or karmic return

                       Of my earthly deeds...so instead...)

I am shown what it must feel like

                        I can feel Time beginning to speed forward

                       And at that same instance - slowing down /backward

Splitting into :

            I am that moment in that moment

Stretching,  my very being, my existence

Slowing backward into the dark-before

Rushing forward feeling life / light / thinning

Years of mine of no consequence

Until I'm split in two

Snap! Clap!

A whistle...

             Now, I wake up

I did not get to see what else was beyond

but now I know

There is nothing (at all)

To fear

Of Death...

It is only a matter of time

Until we're split into...


*(Light and dust and supernovae- nebulae)

I recall quite accurately the day that I died
I caught a mirthful conversation between sibling
and parent on how ugly I was
It was in April around two o'clock on a Saturday
Other children were playing
I chose to stay upstairs , confined to my bed
That very day the music claimed my head
It filtered the good and the bad
The sad turns to song
'The wrong' settled in my fingers
Digits struck strings , crimson melody left the body
The hate trapped in sound mercifully went away
It continues to do so to this very day* ..