JUST (unfinished poem)

12/28/2012

JUST

Just let it...,

If it were meant to be it would be.

Trying to force it,

Only frustrates you and frustrates me.

(this is unfinished, but I have nothing else to add to it yet)

Peace & Love

IN THIS MOMENT

IN THIS MOMENT

11/17/12

photo by - Far From Perfect

You say that I don't care.

It's not that I don't care. It's just that I have already learned long ago - that nothing is permanent.

Not by choice.

By loss.

Of course I care.

That is why I love what is right in front of me with all my heart. That is why every moment of my life I take in, breath in, see clearly, touch, taste, hear every detail.

My heart breaks open and pours love on exactly that moment and embraces it.

And then does the same with the next moment.

To fully feel each moment in front of me.

Because I know that I only have so long in that moment and then it is gone.

So when you come to me with your regret and I just shrug.

Then you turn on me that I don't care, because you are living in the past or the future.

It's not because I don't care.

It's because you have not yet learned how to live the way I do.

I shrug. - 

Because after that moment you've told me I don't care - I am on the next moment - taking it in - and you are on your past or future worries, regrets, and fears.

I hope one day to see you........

in this moment.

.

MY FRIEND - (A POEM)

my friend

sometimes i lay in bed at night and our memories come to mind

i can't remember what your voice sounds like anymore

it's been so long since you've gone our memories are like trying to look through a fogged up window

you came to me in a dream once

it wasn't a memory we had ever had together

i prayed to see your face in a dream

i was walking down the stairs and you were walking up

we passed each other and i said you're name

 i stared at you and began to cry

i told you i missed you

all you said was you missed me too and i hugged you

i awoke knowing that even though you're not here

you are with me

PEACE & LOVE

~Far From Perfect

10/14/2012

POETRY PARK

INVICTUS


Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.


In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

~William Ernest Henley

POETRY PARK

Like a lovely flower,
Bright and fragrant,
Are the fine and truthful words
Of the man who means what he says.
Like garlands woven from a heap of
flowers,
Fashion from your life as many good
deeds.
The perfume of sandalwood,
Rosebay or jasmine
Cannot travel against the wind.
But the fragrance of virtue
Travels even against the wind,
As far as the ends of the world.
How much finer
Is the fragrance of virtue
Than of sandalwood, rosebay,
Of the blue lotus or jasmine!
The fragrance of sandalwood and
rosebay
Does not travel far.
But the fragrance of virtue
Rises to the heavens.

- From the Dhammapada part 4 as translated by Thomas Byrom (via dhammanovice)

POETRY PARK

No sun will shine in my day today
The high yellow moon won’t come out to play
I said darkness has covered my light,
And has changed my day into night, yeah.

Where is the love to be found?
Won’t someone tell me?
Cause my life must be somewhere to be found
Instead of concrete jungle
Where the living is harder

POETRY PARK

I can make the earth stop in
its tracks. I made the
blue cars go away.
I can make myself invisible or small.
I can become gigantic & reach the
farthest things. I can change
the course of nature.
I can place myself anywhere in
space or time.
I can summon the dead.
I can perceive events on other worlds,
in my deepest inner mind,
& in the minds of others.
I can
I am
" Power, Jim Morrison

POETRY PARK

Stand still. 
The trees before you and the bushes beside you are not lost.
Wherever you are is a place called Here, 
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers, 
I have made this place around you,
If you leave it you may come back again saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.

David Wagoner

POETRY PARK

SUMMARY
Every love's the love before
In a duller dress.
That's the measure of my lore-
Here's my bitterness:
Would I knew a little more,
Or very much less!

POETRY PARK

MY OWN
Then let them point my every tear,
And let them mock and moan;
Another week, another year,
And I'll be with my own.


Who slumber now by night and day
In fields of level brown;
Whose hearts within their breasts were clay
Before they laid them down.

POETRY PARK

THE FLAW IN PAGANISM
Drink and dance and laugh and lie,
Love, the reeling midnight through,
For tomorrow we shall die!
(But, alas, we never do.)
~Dorothy Parker

POETRY PARK

Pastel: Masks and Faces

The light of our cigarettes
Went and came in the gloom:
It was dark in the little room.

Dark, and then, in the dark,
Sudden, a flash, a glow,
And a hand and a ring I know.

And then, through the dark, a flush
Ruddy and vague, the grace
(A rose!) of her lyric face.

~~Arthur Symons

POETRY PARK

I am not a beat
though I have performed
with them all etc.
I am an electronic
multimedia Shaman,
a Naga Hipster, an Akashic Agent, an Outlaw of the Spirit
I am the One out of 
a Hundred
I am the Bearded Iris, the flower of chivalry
with a sword for a leaf
& a lily for a heart
I am the Rainbow--a hybrid of celestial
hues
blue in the end, a message between Gods.
I am your shadow in the 
darkness,
your reflection in the
mirror
I am the Jack in your box.


~~Ira Cohen