Sanctuary is here; hiding in plain sight Bedimmed beings step into the light Stumble upon you may; hear us you might All is welcome; no guard dogs that bite
Step inside, matters not armed or unarmed Come as you are; steady or alarmed Sip and drink from our collective fountains Rest your eyes on our self painted mountains
Come on close and meet us all Under shady trees or beyond the knoll Some of us don masks or hide behind names Some come ***** but we're all one and the same
See our lives, spun from heavy layered bales Woven intricate telling fantastic tales Weavings we let fly, to catch each other's fables and stories We admire them for what they are and the seed each carries
Be aware... Should you not understand We may bear similar signatures but wear different brands We, the people, trade in euphemisms Broken sentences and long forgotten idioms
We are weavers, dreamers and scribes Pouring here the outside world we imbibe We are unguarded hearts speaking in metaphoric tongues We provide safe haven for bruised souls with punctured lungs
So welcome traveler, shed your load You might like it here in our coveted abode Revel in the monochromatic sights you see Where freedom of thought is revered in this here Sanctuary...
As the ripples trace my skin, the circling cyclones of my crown lull and quell with my sinking breath.
The deepness of the blue guarantees my sanctuary. I swim and swim until I am free.
I've always had this almost supernatural connection to water. I adore it with all my heart. Whether it's the sea or a pool, I'm instantly at peace when I'm near it. The only time I can be truly happy is when I'm swimming. I live by the sea, my ancestors were pearl divers, water carriers, coast guards.. the list is endless. Even my name is derived from water. It just seems like a sign that it's where I belong.
She had been so busy locking away her feelings, She couldn’t see her mother’s concerned face. Or her boyfriend’s heart shatter at the sight of her in that body bag. She had given up in everyone and wouldn’t let anyone in, She got to the point of taking her own life instead of losing someone else. She had not thought of how it would affect them. She thought she would be forgotten but wasn’t.
A memorial was placed for her inside her own home. Her own front porch, Became her mother’s sanctuary. In days time her family's lives have been turned upside down. Their little girl gone. Without a trace of what caused this. If only someone was there when she needed them the most.
While standing there, In her clouds, She falls to her knees, Broken in the afterlife. Who would have thought that this jewell had a devilish mind of impure thoughts. She knew the feeling of regret but never fully felt it until then.
“It was suppose to relieve me. Not hurt me in the long run.” She cried out. “Mom I’m sorry,” She looks at her boyfriend from up above, And cries out to him. “I’m sorry i’m sorry! I never meant to hurt you”
She laid there crying for hours, Until she could no longer breathe. “Doctor! Doctor! She is waking up!” She opened her eyes to find herself in a hospital room. Monitor at full working rate. Her boyfriend who has never looked so pale raised his eyes to meet hers. She was weak and couldn’t say a thing. But he knew exactly what to say, “I love you”
Motherly earth you are beautiful. With your green pastures. And your crystal blue waters. For the living creatures, you provide sanctuary. A place to call home. From the dangers of the world, you provide a sheath of protection. With your winds acting as a weapon. You are beautiful. With your divine skies, It creates bliss. A feeling of gratitude. For you give us everything. We owe you nothing but our thanks. For we will continue to care for you. Even though it may not seem as so. We owe. For without you there would be no home. No living creatures, that you behold. No precious flowers. Or the fresh air, that comes from your trees. There would be nothing without your beautiful existence. Thank you, mother earth.
Occasionally, I seek Sanctuary In a place where the Life Force glows. No rush, no clock faces; with time just a gentle flow in space, Time to nurture, heal and grow, In a place where the Life Force glows.
Occasionally, I seek Sanctuary In a place where I lose my ego. Listening to make my body loose, Releasing feelings, space for growth, Uncoiling my body and energising my core, Brings awareness to tenseness that serves me no more.
In a community, I seek Sanctuary Where gentle open people flow, Authentic, selfless, caring folk with hearts as precious as gold. Shaking off trauma and sharing universal truths, Clearing our monkey brains ancestoral wounds. Vibrationally protected. And intensely connected. In a place where the Life Force glows.
I took a trip I took a look That tree could read me Like a book And open me Like a library Cipher in the Sanctuary Deeper Still deeper Inside the place Where secret Knowledge hides The twin snakes ladder Necklace chain Make life by any Other name
Darling, who ever told you that home is made out of bricks? Home is whenever your heart feel at ease and be at peace Home is whenever you go to places and in love with the streets Home is whenever you listen to the music and jam to its rhythm
This two-story building made out of bricks, is a place that shouldn't be burden off your shoulders is a place that should you reminisce in joy instead of grief is a place that should be a sanctuary rather than asylum
Darling, who ever told you that home is made out of bricks? Home is whose eyes were jet black with a heartbeat Home is whose smirks feel like summer in winter days Home is whose touch melts away even the toughest iceberg
"Well", you said, "this two-story building made out of bricks, is a place where I hear more yelling than laughter is a place where my dreams died and buried deep is a place where I used to shamelessly call as home"
O fast day that trembles at the sight of Moon - when will your warm arms bend again the night's thick armor that shades the world of joyous muse?
It is most facetious in its illusion, that renegade of pale indifference, when daylight dwindles and leaves more to imagine than can be seen with ***** eye.
Beneath the gaze of Her taunting face, people do not walk as done in light - suddenly, trudging and stumbling are hip styles of mobility. Everywhere faces covered in guilt, remorse, fatigue - all things the sun can wash away with a simple, lucid grin.
If brightest light were set ablaze in the midst of night, would not the people be plucked from false sanctuary which darkness so convincingly provides? In that case, many a lost mind could be free; if only to see clearly through effervescent haze.
O blessed Sun! With your arousal, Truth and Freedom will also reprise - until again that blank, daunting stare casts its malevolent glow on Delusion.
i was told not to read that book it said right there on the cover that if i did i would become a scourge like a hidden genies dagger the sight of which would terrorize some and draw others to me those strange few who cry to feel it wound their flesh and crave its rupturing cold edge an obsession in motion demanding they lose themselves in the rapture of dangerous weapons of pleasure and pain their kiss an obscenity
sure i thought
and as i read it anyway it's words where like a cocked gun blasting a slow-motion bullet like a bomb in the skull shattering brains with a storm of licking tongues and kicking feet
my death scattered me into a great light that casts a long shadow of headless prancing nymphs their menstruum, kaleidoscopic winding red ribbons fruits of both heaven and nightmares like a river of elastic mouths shifting form like chewed gum
thunder filled the house a dark paradise found lost in the realm of the senses quaking and torn from this gleaming blade
its caress a sanctuary pulled tight over searching fingers that roam for damp places in a flickering daze hiding a frozen scowl in impossible times
I have a perfect lunchbox mom Crusts cut off She leaves me love letters on my napkin So that when the bathroom stall became my cafeteria I wouldn't be so lonely I have a perfect marathon mom She runs to the beach and back just to show that she can. And when she says she's all gross from her run, she somehow still smells like fresh air My mom is fresh air, She fills my sister's lungs with life And every exhale is love My mom is fresh air. She is a sanctuary, she is a nest She is rest I have a perfect lunchbox mom, A "Honey, what's wrong?" mom An "If you're not here, the day's too long", mom A "Wonder if God knew what He gave to Earth" mom I thought God kept track of angels She is everything