people always love the sky
whether it's raining, storming, windy, sunny, bright, dark, day or night
people romanticize the sky
is it because when when are under the stars the moonlight reflects his brown eyes?
is it because when the sun is bright and loud you can see the way her freckles line up against her nose
is it because all those night were you feel powerless and you scream into the sky hoping God will hear you?
the truth about the sky is it makes us feel grounded, like this moment, this place is where i belong
everything you love is present under the sky
every good moment you have ever lived through happened under these stars
someone somewhere is staring into the same sky as me
we breathe the same air
we romanticize the same sky
Slightly ajar
The door to my soul
Before, Slammed shut!
And now shaking hands with illumination
All too well do I smell hope
Blowing with a gentle breeze
Towards these feet that carried no zest
All too careful do I listen to this heart
tantalisingly tickling my ribs
And seducing my chest with each move
Up, and down it swirls.
An invitation to a play of life
Renouncing with each breath I take
Eternally I do not exist
But for now.
The wind is soon to pass
Over the greenlands of joy
Oh how too sweet it caresses my cheeks.
And makes love to my eyes.
I could give my soul to you
And leave the door open
Forever more..
Who am I to try to force anything,
Fooling my true self with illusions that separated me
From my own completion.
Oh how often I forget
When I'm questioning life,
To just let go..
Like the waves in the sea
Always returning to where they belong.
Here I shall find myself
With an understanding from a deeper place.
Oh how often I forget
That what is meant for me
Will always find its way to me.
Who am I to chase anything
In fear of it going away.
Forgetting that whatever is chased
Wasn’t mine anyway.
How silly I was
To lose trust in life,
In my destiny that’s surely on its way and is always there
Like the waves in the sea
Always returning to where they belong.
Now I've been reminded again,
From the depths of my own knowing
Initially showing itself as rejection,
Now transforming into so much more.
-Zowie Conway Writing <3
I awake to a new dawn,
In which a siren's smile is the bridge of my dance;
How I crave to fulfill my fate!
Between a caress and a dagger,
I can only die among my old ashes;
Between a candlelight and a shade,
I can only draw the flesh,
That is nourished by my whole body;
The hatred comes up when,
There are better ways to soar the sky;
In which the being gets linked,
With the red goddess,
In order to initiate a ritual;
And now,
Just an herald will be able to shout,
The new Heaven's pathway.
If I'm still swimming over blue flames;
If I'm still feeling the red desire that,
Will never stop,
To grasp my heart;
How may I not transform,
The wickedness into Purity?
If I'm still having joy,
Among the children of God,
In order to nourish my spirit,
For I'm called to fly through new lands;
How may I not write,
A new omen on my eyes?
If I've already acquired,
A new revelation for the Invisible,
And all that is holy and beautiful within;
How may I not dance on old graves and stones?
I only know that,
I will never give up on Eternity,
For I'm not another creature,
Whose is living to die;
Along many lives,
I have gone by,
To realize that,
It's not a sin to have joy for beauty;
It is a sin to pervert it.
I thought you were a beautiful woman,
and I thought that maybe we could fall in love and stand
the test of Jah’s sworn day.
But while I work this millstone my thoughts steer negatively about you.
I’m trying not to think about it,
and I’m trying not to let the Philistines see
the disappointing tear fall down my cheek.
But in this cell my thoughts of you has changed –
my back has turned on you, and
I should’ve known your back
was turned on me.
Pain prevented a normal departure,
Causing a delayed start in the race.
While the other runners were ahead,
Misery slowed down my progress.
When the athletes were moving with stride,
My pace was stalled as struggles mounted.
Challenging myself to complete the course,
No longer in a contest for time.
Trying to end despair on the track,
Attempting to sprint without discomfort.
Determined to reach the final destination,
Happiness prevailed as I crossed the finish line.
I could rest my head
On my deathbed
And say oh darling
I die more alive than ever
Resume!
I please to spend innumerable days
Inside this coffin,
As the gleaming sun shines
From my chest
And burns every bone
Tightly sticking
To this temporary structure
A million times! A million times!
I went straight to the bottom
Travelled the depths of this sea
And saw no more than solid darkness
Deafening,blind, heart-wrenching; hazardous
A sea of dead glee.
But a chest of untouched hope
The only treasure I stole
Emptied in my veins
Seething with my blood
As I lay in my deathbed
Tina RSH ©
12:15 PM
Eve!
Alas my vicious mind overrides this place
Of sheltered freedom and tacit grace
The magnificence of moments each passed by, poor
As a holy tidal wave,depositing debris on the shore
I stood aimless mourning over the bygone landscape
That in my head crumpled and slipped through a gape
A foremost scar on my veins, coloured black
An outraged bull, ready to make an attack back
Eve! O Eve!
Here I dwell so secret on a perished soul, withdrawn
From the miraculous bliss I found moments after dawn.
The Elixir of bliss slipped through my fingers to fade.
My weakened feet have no more road to wade.
Eve! O dear Eve!
Cherish this perished soul with your divinest love
Seal my eyes, heal my wound, and let me hover above.
As shiny stars are the jewel of night sky,
Give your love to make my heart glorify.
© Tina RSH