Marchmadness03 Poetry (41)

I am simple yet complicated with an intellectual soul yearning to be understood and not easily forgotten.

I am a person who appreciates different perspectives even if they do not fit into my idealistic reality.

I can mutually share with you the shortcomings and triumphs of life and not succumb to the pitfalls of judgment or competition.

I am romantic, I like to walk under the moonlight and dine by candlelight.

I like to watch the sunset and gaze at the stars at night.

I like to feel the sand under my feet as I walk on the beach.

I like to smell the ocean's breeze.

I like to stare at the clouds with a blank mind.

I like to walk in the summer rain.

I like the rhythm of music flowing through the house.

I like to see flowers in the garden.

I like to see leaves in autumn, snow in winter, and all else in between.

I like to sleep early and sometimes late.

I like to wake up to the smell of a fresh pot of coffee.

I like the metropolis of a quiet uncluttered life.

I like the fruity taste of sweet plum wine.

I like people who can laugh at themselves.

I like intimacy with a loving and responsive partner.

I like living life with few regrets, I believe in true love and I am willing to find it!.......

Hope is the birthplace of our dreams; it’s perched in our souls.
Hope sings an eternal song avoiding all impossibilities with a returning option.
Hope is like an undistinguished flame that shouldn’t ever fully burn out.
Hope allows us to not hit rock bottom when all else fails.
Hope overshadows doubt and validates our choices in life.
Hope sets the tone for us to move forward looking ahead.
Hope demands self-forgiveness with less time to look backward.
Hope helps us to maintain clarity for future events.
Hope does not manipulate, dictate or control.
Hope is not silent but forever withstanding.
Hope is our static emotions in wait to fuel our dreams and aspirations.

Oh, My Crippled Soul!
Abandoning the thought of love is like a pitchfork that pierced a heart that didn't bleed
That which became my enemy was twice as bad
I smile crookedly at life, unapologetic if I am scared and scorned
Oh, my crippled soul!
Life is a cruel defense of love devastated by fantasy and ill will
Why does one love...is it not a miracle cure?
The soul cries out but has learned to hide the glaring darkness of misery and pain
Anger is the enemy, indifference is worse so widely known and celebrated by many
Suffering privately in silence looking for a sign or anything to be gained, just see me
Oh, my crippled soul!
Sassing through life is no reason to shout, it feels defenseless and so narrowly contained no one is celebrating.
There are no harmonies fashioned by time, just the same cold play playing for a different audience.
Piles and piles of life's junk heaped upon us just waiting to be discarded but it can no longer be ignored.
Oh, my crippled soul!
How did we learn to survive this unplumbed plight, is it leftover indignities handed down from generation to generation?
We quiver with fear in the hallows of surrender yet we can't cry out, who is there to listen or wipe away my tears?
Can fleeing save us; or deepen the blow, where can we go when the whole world is watching, no one is willing to save us not even YOU?
Oh, my crippled soul!

When we have outlived the fantasies of life, we just live. We may not be among the chosen few, but still here and not there. No longer in the rhythm of a hurried life, but a life that brings forth its own season; memories fade and new adventures emerge; that's when we know we are among the living and not the dead.
Greater is the harvest for its long outcome, life does come to an end but the seeds planted are still reaping the harvest. The absorbent and fertile ground of young minds have substance, beauty, and charm, gently we must keep nurturing so they can grow and go.

Life's transcended past of experiences and acquired wisdom is earned and not taught, curves and bumps sometimes obstruct the view or force us to change our tide wind. We learn to celebrate and dance to its defeats and find the hidden message forbidding further flights.

The many paths walked and the hills climbed never makes us retreat, there are no limits only obstacles and they are few. Dreaming is a way of life but the reality is real and indispensable. Filling the dark spaces with hope, love and the warmth of light makes our light shine with rewarding promise and gratitude.

Not looking to exchange yesterday for today, but to sing new songs from a ranking tongue. Logic is sometimes misunderstood; change can be sluggish in movement, but old habits are hard to break. The streets of knowledge and wisdom are not overcrowded, be ready for its lingering under the blanket of which life falls and to all its dispensaries.

Never hidden in its conclusion; a life well lived always have meaning....................

Pause for a moment to detox; unpack unnecessary stress, toxic relationships, financial burdens, dead-end jobs, outdated wardrobes, and dead weight.

A new you is emerging, looming to go in new directions; exploring options that create choices it's okay to power down too power up, just know the direction you are going and be comfortable with it, perfection is not required, so don't judge yourself so harshly.

Explore the purpose of learning and expand beyond your comfort level without big risks and have fun along the way. Seek the understanding of supportive friends or a partner who can help you unpack the unflattering load and be just as excited about your transformation as you are.

Set no self-imposed rules or limitations unless you intend to follow them, leave the dictators on the sidelines they have their own unsharpened ax to grind. Stay on course, don't let your plans for yourself be hijacked by naysayers; those watching and waiting for failure.

Take an analytical view before you leap, don't let it be a feel-good moment laced with regrets later. Be flexible giving yourself time to reflect back long enough to keep looking ahead; it's okay to pause and refocus but never give up. Be willing to open doors to find your treasure!

Each journey in life started with the first step, trust the process and the progress, claim victory as you make your mark, homework, wisdom and past experiences are important markers. Don't drown in the expectations of others, swim to shore, and find your own landing, factor in the risks. If you cannot absorb the loss don't take the risk.

The road less traveled is not always the safest route, but give it some worthy thought! Don't get lost in the noise of the crowd, speed bumps are there for a reason PAUSE.

How long is too long when the journey seem endless
When the odds are not in my favor, but I keep falling victim to time
Patience and grace will test your ability to call a truce
Is there an end to my waiting or is it a callous to my compromise?
Staying seem pointless, I ask myself can humanity triumph over pain?
I get absorbed with the misfortune of waiting it seems like a waste
Time waits for no one and we can never regain what’s lost
Resisting the fate of loosing is weaving its destructive path
I’m haunted by smiles on your face and the frowns in mine
The truth lies within, so I must make a choice
When I find my way back from this time wart, I will find my way back home

Feeling hopeless and helpless caught up in an emotional state of love
Some days I feel like we should just ride the tide
The emotional current keep shifting
Sometimes being lost at sea and sometimes drowning
Some may think that the overwhelming feelings are just choices

It’s not so simple!
Love is love some might say, but when you are so caught up, you can’t decide
My conscientious can’t be my guide
The deeper the emotion the harder the fall
Love is a wrecking ball and we are about to collide

It’s not so simple!
When all was good we took this magical joyride
Now, there’s a shifting of the tide
How crazy it was for us to think we could just go for the ride
Did we see this title wave coming that would knock us off our feet?

It’s not so simple!
Sometimes it’s good to ask for what you want
We must trust the love two hearts can share
Don’t be a fool trying to live in despair
Life isn’t heaven but it doesn’t have to be hell

The Tree

As stately as I stand, I still fall victim to the axe
I think that I shall never see a hundred years and that's a fact
My leaves fall to earths floor to cover the past; longing for the sweet sounds of nature to guard my present
After all I'm just a tree
I line the forest and add shade to your gardens against earths flowing wind, I still want to be free
My beauty shines in all types of weather, still I'm a lovely tree
With roots running deep and leafy branches reaching for the sky
When birds sit on me I feel a mile high
After all I'm just a tree
All the birds and animals can rest on me
I stand tall and straight looking to the heavens on every sunny day
Winters may be gloomy, but I still stand and look forward to May
After all I'm just a tree

I have become an empty shell
Filled will heartache pain and despair
If I cannot praise you or raise you, who am I without whom I love
I must love myself then you
When I find my purpose, I will discover yours
No talent or skill puts me above you, no lowness will put you beneath me
When I find love within myself, I will find me and discover you
We must love to find love, when we do it’s a marvelous thing
When my empty shell becomes full, then I can help fill yours
Love cannot be measured or contained, freely you let go freely it will come back to you
Let your guard down submit to the will, love is knocking just let it in
Allow it to consume you while you drop your phony pride

Loneliness is silence in its loudest form; it lives in your head and your heart
Loneliness sits alone, it eats alone and sleeps alone
Loneliness is that thing that tears at your soul; it’s the heart beat of sadness
Loneliness is fueled by rejection just willing to be let in
Loneliness is the wonder if anyone cares
Loneliness is a hunger that needs to be fed
Loneliness is the pain that self pity keeps alive
Loneliness is telling yourself it’s alright when your eyes are swollen shout
Loneliness is drowning in your own tears
Loneliness is feeling worthless when no one knows
Loneliness is an itch that scratching can’t sure
Loneliness is knowing, you will face the same master tomorrow
Loneliness cannot wash away its own pain
It will be back tomorrow to taunt your lonely soul

Sitting in a steamy spa, my mind was firmly fixed on slowing down just long enough to block out the pain of loosing a loving friend. If you can imagine loosing your best friend, lover and partner for what you perceived as a life time; then you can identify with my loss. Colorful memories shaded my thoughts from picnics to parties closing in on such an elaborate sense of humor. Laughter always filled the empty space, being popular was not important being wanted was. A lot-ta time passed just searching for the right answers wondering why the groundwork layered was not tendered as fresh soil. The thoughts grew bigger as I tried to relax, looking around trying to own the space I was in.

Time and time again I fell victim to the memories and images etched in my mind like a scratched record, only they were real and turning the page would have been great....maybe less painful. Finding a reason to smack down my feelings seem so cheap. How do I catalog all the beautiful memories; how do I dress-down intimate moments; how do I play favorites when all of them were so carefully packaged? The truth is the truth and could never be watered down into just blocks of time....but I'm told time is a healer. I don't remember who won or lost an argument or who looked the most handsome, I do know I only have good feelings inherited from a true relationship.

Footprints were left on my heart that rolled down hill only to crash like an ocean wave, the loss was greater than a Tsunami's destruction. The feeling were so intimidating it crushed my spirit. I was on a reckless manhunt to find myself.....there was no boastful pride, I felt necked deep from within from my soul to my bare feet. The watering-hole of life I once stood in is now empty and shallow, padded with sadness and loss.

I swore I would never fall in love again. I find it hysterically funny and somewhat ironic that I am seeking love again.

Prejudice is generated thoughts given strength by a folly of feelings and actions sometimes confirmed by differences, personal experiences,fear and ignorance. Historically our differences has divided us rather than united us, simply because we lack understanding and tolerance. Misconceptions has fueled it's existence into long standing through, class distinctions, self identification, likes and dislikes and material possessions. As much as we can admit, we are bound by heritage and tradition.
Prejudice can be good and bad, it gives us the latitude of choice but it should not give us the power to hate, to transport or take away freedoms from others that they can't control. Prejudice is primary based on differences and disallowed concessions to embrace change and unlikeness. We sometimes unknowingly project our prejudices on others by being so stern or steadfastly rooted in self-proclaimed truths that restricts us from considering other points of view or to embrace differences.
Prejudice impedes our ability to reach higher heights of social conscientiousness to cope with visual, intellectual or physical perceptions engulfed by perceived thoughts of how things should or should not be. We all can be enriched by learning from others and by shedding inward and outer conflict when we dedicate ourselves to being a bridge builder. Crusader's chart new paths and bring people together nurturing them into maturity not to abandon self-characterization or identification but to understand others or that which is different.