A beautiful rose grows on a grave
It is cared for by the caring
Watered by heaven
Raised by the sun
Given rest by the Autumn
Reborn by the spring
Under in the rich earth
The life that is just sleeping
Just waiting
Offers life into its roots

Another Me

Today
Is over
Once again
Tomorrow 
A new one 
Will begin
How many more
I wonder now
Before
The sun is new
And the day
Is different
Maybe 
More moons 
Maybe  less
How many legs
Will I have
A hundred
Ten
Or one
Or none
Which label
Language
Will I learn
How many days more
I wonder
Before
There's
Another me
For me
To be

Sean Hunt June 3rd 2016

as quick as it began
it ended
i left for sure
a blackness unlike the dark
it was a spacious energy of pure
mountain tops overlooking
valleys and rivers and seas
i stood at the edge at the highest point
and breathed in deep
i exhaled
and felt my wings
looking down there wasn't fear
only peace
i sat and smiled
i wasn't alone
but it was me
and i was free

pushed back into my being
with tubes and wires and machines
i heard the rain
i heard the thunder
and knew God let it be
a new day
a new life
a rebirth of all things

I'm a man but also a boy.
I'm mature but childish.
I'm stupid while being quick witted, a fat man with the confidence of one perfectly fitted.
The rebel fronting as a prep.
The smile covering the fear of death.
The frown covering the happiness of life while my shadow can eclipse the universe of all light.

I'm free now but more trapped than ever.
It's ended, gone and over.
My heart is crushed, beaten and slower.
Four years of hard work commitment and pain, my skin showing those scars to show my shame.

I'm a liar, a badman, I'm to blame.
I try to much or to little its never the same.
How can I ignore them when every year I have to write, speak, and hear their name.
I will never understand how our strength turned me lame forcing me to learn that the fight of my life was a game with nothing to gain.

I'm a man....but sometimes I feel like nothing.
Shattered dreams of feeling love and a part of something.
How do you go from the loves of each others lives to feeling nothing but sadness and resent inside.

I'm a loveless romantic.
All the tricks I know love I can show but all I ever get is we are done and you can go.

I feel so used.
My soul is abused.
I knew everything when I was with her... now I'm scared and confused.

I'm the one who was trying to make it work.
I'm the one who is shedding tears and being hurt.
How come I'm the one who feels cursed?
Always came second never came first.
Maybe this is the time I'm giving up the search.

Morning comes with fear tow...
with what light bears to all unknown.

Had last night forboding dreams...
Hear the water of trickling streams.

  This calls away the night concerns...
to what there is this day to learn.

What riddles does this day in store...
soon thoughts of life return once more.

To hear the distant spring Birds song..
and dawns that bird- been gone quite long..
with the croaking frogs down by pond...

Now back at home where they belong...
these Sounds the Farm's been waiting on.

So smiling in her stoic way-
Now looking forward to this day..
it's time to shelve her timid thoughts- instead sets mind to things she ought

Put on boots this early morn'- as Mother's calf just newly born.
A baby sprung-  internal nest..
now lays down beside his Mother's chest.

Life on Farm starts out Anew with thoughts of hope and joy imbued.   

            All Rights Reserved * 2016 Cherie Nolan

Enter in this journey.. embark on something new.. but be sure to change your path. Make it your own truth. Find something bright. Here.. Walk into the light... Step out of the shadow and turn what's wrong into something right. Rise from the ash. and into a meadow.  That smooth eastern breeze.. It's as if the morning was saying, "hello". Now your on a beach.. The sun rays so elegantly rippling off your soft smooth powdery skin... You're free... fall. sink. and let the cool liquid pressure consume you in. Open your eyes my love.. focus on your fate. Focus on Love.. not hate. Can you handle it? it doesn't matter. Because like it or not, change is imminent. Mad as a hatter? or as wise as an old man, your future is your permanent. Your path is but your own. So do with it what you will... just be sure to remember your way back home.

XoXo

I found the dog with a newborn bunny in her jaw
I demanded that she lay her down so I could pick her up
She was shaken, traumatized, bleeding internally with bite wounds all around her two inch body
She was beautiful
She could not yet open her eyes for she was so young
Abandoned by her wild mother perhaps
I wept as I held her close to me
I felt her terror swell in my heart
I touched her once, she flinched
I touched her twice, she slowed
I stroked her baby fur with the back of my first ******* like wiping away tears from a child's cheek
I felt her heartbeat align with mine as she burrowed undeneath my breast, above the space where the edge of my hand pressed against my body
Searching for her mothers comfort
I loved her, I wanted to keep her, to raise her up and watch her grow
To save her
But they told me she was suffering and needed nursing to continue living,
To put her out of her misery
So I did, I captured her, she captivated me, what a life she was
I laid her down in a hole the dog had dug beside the garden
And I left her there with peace in mind.