WINHA Poetry (12)

wild horses
are free to roam across the plain
wind whisks their pace
their open domain
watch them
they must move all the time
and search for the pasture
they graze and roll in it
wild children in laughter
so many colors so much power
as they make their way
across the border
i watch them freely
notice the order;
these wild horses take no note
of the time or weather
they do what they must to survive
they stay together
wild horses are running unleashed
alive and free

an echo
is a lonely thing
its just a mirror to another
its not an answer
its a repeat
its attractive to the victim
who thinks its an agreement
but its just fake
an echo is fine in the outdoors
where nature makes it so
as it bounces off and disappears
and has no power
but an echo to the heart or soul
an illusion of self
and on purpose to betray
is a lie with a thief behind it
predator and prey
its not pretty or real
and in time is found to be nothing-
as that is all it is
sad thing the echo
empty soul
empty heart
delivering emptiness
tearing someone real apart;

its your loss after all
my whole self was yours to take
but you played with my mind
and made demands
when i noticed you left fast
i cried a bucketful of tears for a few days;
then i looked inside
i found i didnt do anything to lose you
you didnt want to be had
or couldnt be
or wouldnt be
you had a different plan
in the end its your loss
you gave me up to chase a pile of cash
how long will that last?
how long would my love have lasted?

its called chasing the wind
you cant contain it
you cant keep it
you can feel it
you can find its direction
it can be a gentle breeze or a hurricane;
it is moody this wind
watch the water dance, hear the trees whistle, observe
the clouds in their traffic
this wind gives me breath
it takes my breath away
i can stand in it or run from it
once i see its whims and power on display
do i want to chase it and know it?
of course

the rose was beaten by a hurricane
all that was left was scattered petals and a stick in the ground
you came along and watered it
you fed it and went off
so there it stayed under the ground; mending
fighting its way back to life
its starting to grow up one inch at a time
a shoot here a branch there and a thorn
the rose is growing slowly
maybe you will look at it
maybe you will see it new- fresh and unspoiled
maybe you will smell it
once its open and back in bloom
maybe you'll pick it
and that will be the lucky rose

what is next in the sea of deception
what tricks must i endure
what lies and games will a man use
what bait will hook me tightly in the mouth
when he wants to reel me in
not for love and real life
just for him to win
for this is a game to him
he is a cruel predator on the sea
this little fish, so broken,
escaped captivity

a world of pretenders
they just dont get it
their priorities are reversed
they pretend to be someone they arent
they sell the dream
they take the cash
they go to church each week
and never pray
they talk a lot and mean little
not really anything to say
how i wish i could let them see
that spirit and soul
how much they matter
how much truth goes untold
while i walk alone on my way
and wonder why this is so long
forever is so much longer
and this day is short
i wish i could have someone who
really loved me and was whole
and not pretend
but it sure looks grim
time keeps on moving
and i stay still
hoping and not wanting to waste myself
on pretenders
if you are fake or want cash to take
find another pretender who may take yours
all i want is a good heart

before you get on the roller coaster
did anyone tell you how much it costs to ride
did they tell you what the feeling is
when the cart starts to slide
how the thrill of anticipation
the excitement climbing to the peak
takes a dive downward in crippling intensity
scares you out of your seat
did they mention your gut reaction
how your face would open then scream
while the wind tears up your cheeks
and no one can hear you
up the cart goes spinning around the breakneck curves
so fast you dont really know where you are
you are giddy and sick all at once your guts wretch
in a few seconds the ride is over
you look around, everyone seems fine
you wonder what the hell just happened
check your pockets and no more tokens
shake your head , start walking

gentle,oh how soft-
the airy promises which
vanish with a rain

my heart is a bottomless pit
its as deep as the sea
its as wide as the ocean goes
around eternity
how it swings with the wind
it falls from the sky
the stars cant count it all
the number is too high
my love is too great to hold onto
such is the love
i have in me
4 u
i dont even know how to say it
dont even know how to show it
cant think of what to say or do
its just breaking out everywhere
i am so in love with u

who he is no one knows; cant tell
he says the perfect words to get you under his spell
then he takes charge and makes you feel like he cares
then he asks for money; something you cant spare
so he steals it all in the name of love
and when you question his reality
he says you just dont trust
the ghost is not who he appears;
he becomes your fantasy-
he does have a voice-
he can be anyone you want him to be
then you fall and dont even know if he is real
cuz he captured you in your need
you jumped off the cliff, you wanted to believe
the sliver of hope and heart denied
now you feel kind of dead
must gather up the scattered pieces
have to look ahead

flip the coin
watch it spin
wait for the fall
and start again
heads you win
tails you mend
roll the dice make your bet
up the anty start to sweat
winners take all
losers go home
flip the coin wait for it to fall
run to see
which way its called
sometimes on the edge
keeps you on the wall