A beautiful day
of a soul swirling summer
under the blazing sun
with the lost mind
Not so far from the
or lost in between
I let the drowning eyes seek for
the peril on reality
where to meet
the end of the journey
I set my voyage through the
thoughts, whispering wishes
I can't count the days
But I touch the moments
Holding the innocuous thoughts
Will I hate to be the beloved's memory of touch ....
The frigid rocks beneath my bare feet
on the green mountain paths
tumbles like my forgotten dreams
I trust in the journey
holding my each piece of learning
Sometimes they are noisy
Sometimes they are more likely the
peaceful ambiance of the graveyard
or the alluring song of the blue bird
into the empty sky!
"In the future there will be flying cars! World peace! and we must work today, to create that tomorrow!"
is this the future
where all is broken and crumbling down
is this the future
where everything is coming to an end
at least on the inside.
the future we dreamt of in 1986
but now our houses and hearts are made of bricks.
is this the future
or is it the end
is everything so perfect
or is it all pretend.
my hands and heart are calloused
from writing out our story
from living out our story
i breathe so much love for you
and it lives within me
and right now it's messier
it's jaggedly soft and a whispered
are you there?
my love, are you there?
you may give up on me
but my knees are scuffed
because i've been praying
that never used to happen before
i've this carpet burn
from sleeping on the floor,
because the bed
is a mocking reminder
of the softness of your skin
of you love
i'm a sinner, and you know it
but i felt so holy
when your lips touched mine
the way they did
i miss you
like an ocean misses the shore
i will always be trying
to reach you
my heart's still in your hands
it's in your hands
i always melted in your hands...
Whoever said love was a beautiful, easy thing
Has obviously never been truly in love
For as beautiful as the bubbly champaign is
When one is infatuated with another one
The cold reality is
One cannot live off of bubbles or bliss
And infatuation does not create
Lasting love like this
And the bread we life from that we are needing
Don't come without a life
Of hardship and bleeding
True love is a job, a rime
An occupation that takes a lifetime
One does not fall in or out of love
Love, true love, is not emotion
But is action and reaction
An action that says,
"You are not perfect,
And nor am I
But I will work for this
Until the end of time."
I want so much to find life again
to feel the joy of sunshine and wind
to know that what is here that is me
will not come to a tragic end...
I have lost so much of me
the inhumanities around the globe
and so close to home
that I am unfortunately privy to see
haunt me from morning til night
and I wonder if ever
I again will have the fight
that it takes to make it on through
to reach out and touch this world
I no longer belong to--
so many are dying, so many are tortured
so many are hated
just for their beliefs, their skin, their
and their inability to win
in a world full of hate and disgust and
intolerance surrounding them and me--
do I even belong in this world
where love is no longer what sets us free?
©Pamela Rae 08.17.2017
When inspiration strikes!
And cravings of satisfaction bites!
I know you through and through,
Its to the end with you!
I growl out of my fingers!
Its strange I know,
But your just so damn inspirational
I hear the waves crash back and forth, synchronizing in perfect harmony. The winds whisper my name. My heart beats fast.
The sky hangs over me, and the waves come near;
I’m pensive, self-absorbed. I walk alone, my soul uneased, searching for all the answers.
What’s there waiting for me, at the end of the ocean shores?