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I can't even begin to tell you what it's like

At the very age I met my groom to be

What shall I dare say?... 

Intrigue lies around the corner

Heart beating rampantly in my chest

A surge of exploding hormonal ecstasy

Panting frantically at the open door

Locked within.

Who pummeled?!

The nights of long surrendering, gone.

A mother, lonely grasping at straws to hold on 

to the last lock, the last locket. 

Curls cascading, past the frock.

 A windowpane seared upon opening. 

Popcorn tossing in the brisk wind. 

Pajama parties, searching, wondering

The last hem. 

Whom shall be beyond the very stitch? 

I've held on for dear life. 

Raised her from a filly. 

A colt. Blasting through the gate. 

I  can no longer contain. 

Youth and madness must circumvent.

Find a way to coexist. 

I'd give anything to take back the years

the locusts have stolen. 

But for now I will cherish 

Gain a new appreciation for fondness

Learn to rest my weary head 

And dream of what is never lost. 

Nothingness

For some reason I decided not to write.

There wasn't anything different about the day 

or the air.

It was an intentional decision

Poignant and from the heart. 

And I decided not to post. 

Many eyes were upon me and I responded 

To nothing no one and 

Nothingness.

Intentional 

Very intentional indeed. 

I parted a farewell

A very fond farewell.

It wasn't that I couldn't write. 

I knew there were words forming in my head. 

I just simply chose to not put them upon the paper. 

I walked alongside the ocean

And I heard the screams

Telling me to toss them in

Everyone of them

And I silently listened

To the roar and the pounding surf

And I obeyed to the christening of the folds 

And the panting of the water. 

As it beckoned me. 

I thought at that moment I would toss in the words

and I would never hear from them again. 

And peace enveloped my soul. 

Another season has passed 

And I am calling upon the words

The sensitivity

As I so keenly need to listen 

and hear them chant once more.  

What I thought I had lost

Has now remained. 

And I must tune my ear to the cry once again

The pounding of the surf

The sand beneath my feet. 

No more. 

Nothingness again is calling to me 

The Days of Hunger

 We exist in the days of hunger and revolution.

Viral expansions of those crying for morsels of warmth and justice

Tranquility yet to be mourned...

"A piece of bread would buy a bag of gold." 

Is it apocalyptic or a figment of the imagination?

Hearing what our itching ears want to hear.

Deafening and defaming the shouts of our children.

The charades continue in capitalistic

Labyrinths of humanity encircled by the mazes of our soul preoccupation.

Shall I dare ask for a crust, to dip it in the milk of mankind. 

 Gently awaiting the weeping and reaping of another, mangled in the excuses of violence and bloodshed. 

The moans of our saints lie in spattered streets while the sheets enclose the mutations.

Silence shall be broken.

We exist in the games of hunger and revolution

Silence the cries.  

Unfolding of the Journey 2012

To pluck or be planted

In the moist dry soil

Trodden

A seasoned

Time Under heaven

Through birth or death

To kill or heal

That is the question

As the dry leaves break down

Manifesting

The lack of crystals and emerald blades

Weeping will build

Upon the laughter of frowns

To mourn or dance

That is the dilemma

We shall embrace

And throw away stones together

When we refrain

We shall number the lost

Not keep

But purge

The sewn silence

The word of Love will be spoken

Not Hate

Peace

Not War

527,040

"Five hundred twenty seven thousand and forty

How will you spend them?

(Inspired by Ecclesiastes 3)

Happy New Year!

The Celebration of One's Mankind

Glistening glasses of  champagne bubbles.

Sparkling about.

Cardboard golden paper hats.

Flimsy and whimsical.

Noisemakers and tinny hollow sounds.

French Silk pie from Baker’s Square.

Shrimp and sushi as friends and family embrace.

Meaningless or mindful traditions?

Crowds packed in frigid weather just to see the crystal fall.

Another year passing.

The culmination of good and evil.

Wicked smiles and joyful grins.

Streamers floating about.

Littering the streets.

People pounding on stainless steel.

For what?!  What does it mean?!

Another year wiser?  Another year of uncertainty?

Children’s delightful laughter.

Prancing about.

Couples sharing a romantic kiss.

Others alone in an empty house.

A time for vows and resolutions.

To be fought.  To be gained.

Auld Lang Syne.

Memories fleeting by…

On long cold cobblestone streets.

And clock towers.

Ringing the chimes.

A celebration of one’s passing.

And one’s beginning.

A new start.

A fresh awakening.

A pouncing of the old ways.

Lessen the stagnancy of tomorrows.

Lost letters,

Unreturned correspondences,

Broken promises.

No longer!

New caresses.

Lighter steps.

A welcome glance and dance to the day.

A scattering and smattering of one’s thoughts and one’s dreams.

Upon the concrete walks of the morrow.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind….

( a re-posting...Happy New Year...Lorely)

Starbucks

I don’t even like coffee, not really

yet the warm confines speak to me.

They welcome my soul to a place of solace and comfort.

Sienna tones and cinnamon frothy smells

seduce me away from the daily drudge and grime.

Learning what is good, what still remains,

as this world slowly solidifies away.

Sip by sip.

Listening to the dusky sounds of Mahalia Jackson,

escaping from the harried shoppers.

Hurry, Worry, Panic, Shop!

Who has time to listen to the silver bells?

To take in the brisk air of a live nativity scene?

Christmas, what is that really?

How does a baby’s birth speak to our planet?

Who has time to listen to the baby’s cry?

To envision his sacred mother?

O Come let us adore Him…

Are we adoring Him?

Or have we become one of many who scurry past the bellowing symphony of a Holy Night?

Not even hearing it’s reverberations.

Yet everyday, opportunities await.

A cold person yearning for shelter.

A widow or widower in distress.

A child spending another night in fear.

A young man fighting his addictions.

A person looking for acceptance.

How do we break out of our warm toasty homes?

to welcome the prodigal ones?

Tis much more pleasant to sip creamy coffee and watch the world go by…..

This season may we take a moment

To hear the baby’s cry amongst the crowd, the sacred.

And stop and reflect on God’s goodness.

His first gift to mankind.

To see his face in the glistening ornaments hanging on the tree.

To pause and be thankful.

“O come let us adore Him…”

Affirmations

There shall a star from Jacob come from

and a sceptre shall rise out of Israel....

Sometimes the greatest of gifts remain untouched

remains lying in a vacant cluttered cupboard

crumbs spilling about...

The empty hollow taste,

the touch of a friend's attempt,

a glimpse of but a shadow of the past.

Our lives are filled with crumbs and palate and empty morsels

mostly given from the heart.

The question is what to do with the particles that remain.

Hide them under a bushel ?No!

Talents which lay unspoken can be brought about

just by the faint affirmation of love

Holidays escalate the clatter

the loud din which occurs in whispered corners

and kids frolicking about...

A manic pace rushes in to absolve of guilt

"This little light of mine....I'm going to let it shine, let it shine, let it shine, let it shine..."