In between the Milky Way and the black holes
Of the universe inside of this ever expanding mind
Growing only to see itself ever smaller
Humbled truth feels the most
Adoring
The fragile perfection of sparkles inside the morning dew
And the mind flows in all directions and thoughts
So random but in this infinite state
Logic is only a string you use to control the
Beads of experience and sometimes it helps
And in other times you get a glimpse
Of something unfathomably familiar
And you know that no matter how much Blessings you gathered in life
Without a contact it left an empty space
Or was it there since before the beginning
What DO I know in fact that cancels the
Clarity of the feeling that through a sideways
Glimpse I captured a snapshot of home
In the strangest of places
All this rumbiling cacophony of worlds
Yet again fails to explain
The absence of logic in something
That is beyond logic for it is
The meaning
And despite it all
Life goes on
You play your part
The way you must
The way you feel
And you still know so little
Feeling the truth on the periphery

I come from a place
Where reality's a dream
We sleepwalk awake
Silent are the screams

Uncertainty is certain
Lies are absolute
Destruction just creates
The vital and minute

Consciously unaware
Of our intended mistakes
Reminded to forget
That giving only takes

I come from a place
Where eyes never see
Through the mists of illusion
Surrounding you and me

If I'm lost, then in my Lost the Journey will be...
What more I will lose after all what I Lost in my life....
My Learning in the Dark, is deeper than in the light...
My tears in those darkest nights are more profound than those smiles in the light....
I wonder where this Journey is taking me!
I wonder When it will end...
I question if is it a Journey or it themed with a content of an endless War!
I can say....My Journey...
Has its own flavor!

Do we
write?
For the profound,
or
simply
to please?

What is this bizarre strange artificial magic that

Surrounds us in 3D neon colors man-made

Amidst this dream theory of some sort

Of tasty goods that await me (not bait)

Smashed in between two slabs of meat

That are thick hands which are said hold the

Way to get all we could want or need

This absolute promise that it's all worth it

Being placed before me only just to see

I hold my sandwiched slice of meat

With cheese and pickles high

And shout for joy that it's mine to eat!

I was proud to be your daughter
I am proud of that today
I am proud to be your Mother
I'll be proud of that tomorrow
I am proud to be your Grandmother
I will be proud of you when I'm gone
I am proud to be your sister
Your friend
Your companion
Your confidant
Your ear
Your shoulder to cry on when your eyes are teary
A rock to lean on when your legs get weary
I am a place to rest your heart.
We are everything to each other
And you are everything to me
All Rights Reserved *2016 Cherie Nolan

we finally met
somehow I knew
nothing will ever be the same
my world has been divided
between before you
and after you