Moon Talk

I am so alone this night.
I hold a conversation
with my old friend the moon.
I whisper to him.
I feet so incomplete
how can all these years pass by
and leave me such a partial being.

My supportive friend answered me
I an seldom complete
sometimes waxing sometimes waning.
Sometimes hardly a flicker of a smile
Sometimes a ghost of a sad mouth.
Remember my human friend
You don't have to be
complete or full to shine.

He always makes sense
I guess he is wiser than humans
after all how many
millions of years old is he.

Then he gave me
the answer I needed
he mused softly.
His voice so magical.
So philosophical
I love him in this mood.

But when you are
feeling full or whole.
That is the time to shine.
To light up the world in the power
of your reflected completeness.
That is when you
will have the power.
The power to effect
every person on earth.
And Move the oceans

Photos, they say that a picture worths like a thousand words and that's
the reason we take photographs. They can capture a moment so much better than words.
If life was an album in time, how can we know that the best of them aren't captured yet.
If life is a test of multiple choice, in what quantity are the choices our own
and how much are they depended from other people choices?

In dreams we see
A lot of image like
Movies but
We wish that
It come true
Dreams are things we like to
Happen in real life
Some dream are like nightmare
We get dreams when it is
Full of imagination
To show us that is a micarle
Dream is everything
Included love and compassion
In your dreams.

                    By K-mari ©2016

Quiet the mind for a little bit longer
Intend on noticing the end and beginning of each breathe
Stop controlling everything for a little while longer
Focus intently on extending and nurturing this thought
Expand it to include yourself and others
Reincarnate into the interest of the other

Separate yourself from your own understanding
Play with the thought
that this might be the most important thing ever said
Let go of the reoccurring disappointment
Notice your standard
Destroy it
Notice its inherent importance
Expand it to include yourself and others
Look up from writing
She is gone

I always write my poetry
on grey rainy days.
when the paper catches
the ink from my quill
like teardrops.
And even the clouds weep.

I remember when we first met as children,
we would splash in the puddles
with lime green rubber boots.
I knew even then I would marry her.

Our hearts sang together in the rain.
I have lost her.
she is now beyond the clouds
that bring the sweet rain.

Now a lifetime later
Even when the sickness came
and her last day called to her.
She asked me is it raining my love.
I said quietly yes my angel its raining.

Take me outside
I want to feel the rain
for one last time.
I carried her to the garden
and the pure misty rain
drenched our clothes

Dance me in the rain
she whispered’
I held her like a baby
and carried her in a dance
the rain pattering its gentle rhythm.

Now even after forever.
When it rains
I sit on my covered porch
and read my poems to her.

And I know in a far away
place that knows no pain or darkness
her fingers are pressed against a window pane.
Outside the scene is olive green
and soft gentle rain falls forever.
and my poems are playing in her heart.

Is it bad?
If I'm happy when you're not here?
Is it bad?
If I don't want you near?
Is it bad?
If I don't care?
Is it bad?
That you don' t play fair?
Please tell me,
Would it be bad?
If I didn't love you?
Anymore?