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Absolute Heaven

Folder: 
Simple Thoughts

"Again, 

again, it's been so long, 

yet the feeling still runs 

deep inside. 

 

As though not a second 

separated this and the last, 

my heart racing 

my fingers fluttering. 

 

To spin a tale, 

weave a rhyme, 

picking up a rhythm 

lost to time. 

 

The reason? 

Inconsequential, 

or unimportant, 

rather. 

 

It's been so long, 

it seems, 

but currently at ease 

letting flow out 

 

what some call the soul, 

others call just words, 

or poetry. 

The goal 

 

in the end is to spark a flame, 

light up a mind 

with imagery. 

Personified, 

 

the thousand miles 

traveled, 

just to have another light 

come into my life. 

 

Again, 

the slow boil of the machine 

turning over to toil 

and burn and smoke 

 

and chug along the engine 

of mine, 

the mind 

that writes. 

 

Taking corners too fast, 

imagery still spinning 

left and right, 

picking up speed 

 

and becoming a runaway, 

such mass and inertia 

turning energy 

into nothing less than unstoppable. 

 

To write again, 

to sing, or dance, 

to do what you have done 

because it is who you are, 

 

it's every fiber of your body, 

every sliver of your soul... 

is intoxicating, 

gratifying. 

 

It's heaven, 

absolute heaven. 

 

When you're below the beloved Ocean 

of Life, 

it's waves and currents 

holding you underneath. 

 

That moment you see the surface, 

the ballet above 

of the light dancing 

and beckoning you up for air. 

 

That moment you swim up, 

the sun becoming brighter as you draw closer, 

the cold water becoming clear,

you're so near, 

 

the warmth of the top 

felt through, 

but you're not quite there yet. 

Swim! 

 

Swim harder, 

reach for the surface, 

because that exact moment 

you burst through, 

 

inhaling that open, 

sweet, succulent air 

of inspiration... 

filling lungs, body, 

 

mind and soul... 

it is 

absolute heaven; 

to be inspired again. Gorgeous."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It is great to write again. To be taken serious again.

*Treat Today Like There Was No Tomorrow*

 

 December.3.2003

 Trisha Barrek Hopkins

 

Live your life there is no time for sorrow

Is what I use to tell myself to believe

But then I realized I have little time to borrow

As God will always protect me

So I can live another day

So I can be here tomorrow

So I can live my life free

And each night I pray

To the lord above

To protect those That live so far

To whisper "I'll be okay" to those I love

Because we share the same sky

The same star

Let them know I have a long time before I die

 

Don't get lazy with yourself

For one day when God wants us

We will eventually have to die

And the angels will lead the way with no fuss

The ones left behind can do nothing but cry

So this I do say

Treat today like there was no tomorrow

Because you never know

When your time may come your way

And that bright warming light

It will show 

Gods angels in sight 

 

First thing to go is your sight

Then you frightly gasp for air

As forever will be night

And even though you past

People will always reunite and care

Because the feeling is still there 

It will always last 

 

So when you are here on earth alive

Your goals 

Go for it don't let it pass you by

Because you could be the next to drop

And your unfinished business

It won't get done....right there it'll stop

The things you wished you've done

Your chance for that you'll miss

Because now God with your soul he has won

So before you're a distant memory

In a persons mind

And your name is put on a stone

Treat your life so kind

 

Be gentle be kind

Love those you secretly love

Before they are left alone

Because you're on your way to God above

Treat today 

With respect

And thank God your alive another day

Because you may no longer be here tomorrow

You just realized that time you had

You no longer can borrow

It's really not that bad

Remember live your life like it's your last

Because before you know it 

You'll end up one day in the past

And a candle will be above your grave lit

 

Copyright

Too Bad

I speak my mind.

Don't like it?

 

Too bad.

 

I bear you my soul.

Don't like it?

 

Too bad.

 

I believe that all beings and 

life forms are all the same, 

and different, 

at the same time, 

and that we are slowly losing 

our connection to this concept 

as a species, and it is destroying us.

Don't like it?

 

Too bad.

 

I believe there is a sanctity 

that lies within each individual,

every animal,

every life form.

Don't like it?

 

Too bad.

 

Don't like my

style of self-expression?

My authenticity?

My 'attitude'?

My disgust with closed-minded people?

My honesty?

My truth?

 

It's just plain too bad.

I love yours, and I hope 

one day we can meet halfway.

 

 

4:20 PM 6/28/2013

 

 

©

 

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zIW8qDPhos

 

 

.........

Author's Notes/Comments: 

"too bad"

Whispering Alliance

Folder: 
Nature / Folder 1

Weather, pressure, hot and cold,
Swirls around in the heavens until it gets old,
Tumbling down across rivers and streams,
Through mountains and valleys, canyons, ravines.
Painting the clouds with a paintbrush unseen,
Whistling and howling, of where you have been,
Of all of the elements, I've always loved you,
It's because of the unity you often imbue,
A thundertorm isn't the same when you've left,
When you're there all the poise is indeed so bereft,
But gusty, blustery, flustery wind,
When you strum up your fury,
We best not be thin-skinned.

Copyright 2013

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I love the wind I love the wind.

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Blind love~realized disguise~rap of life~line~time

aches & pains sever the line.

the train i've been tryin' to ride,

came off the tracks.

so here I am,

i'll just sit back on this dirt ground,

the air is thick with fog, while the sky cries,

there's a blue & black cloud bringin' me down..

 

money burning all around, while you starve & whine-

out of food now.. without love you've spent too much time.

i'm not a mother fucking slot machine,

so quit shoving in your two, three, four, five cents,

i'll spit it right back out!

 

while you're at home, feeding your addictions..

greed, alcohol, drugs & sex.. 

i'll be taking care of all these convictions.

you're not good at fuckin manipulation,

cause in your words I can taste it,

the lies you've coughed out,

fucking corn syrup, cough syrup,

preservatives, fucking sick shit. 

disgusting scent, you reek of dishonesty.

 

I never believed in you, cause you never believed in me.

i'll be gone before you can count to 3.. 

never again will you see me..

 

blind, kind, innocent blackness seeping into your mind..

darkness consumes, your night is full of gloom.

into the heavens you cannot see, 

because the pits of hell have taken over,

run away, lest it devours me.

 

sorry I couldn't help you,

the rope you tied around my neck got worn & broke.

so to this i'll take a toke, 

the sheets were torn,

your eyes bled melting plastic,

& your heart withered in scorn... 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

unusual of me, but I was really feeling some rap music today... & felt inspired. so here's the product. not that great but it speaks for me.

4.11.13

Not Landing

Do you really think that I'm scared to die?
Go ahead and shoot me through the eye
Do you really think I'm afraid to live?
Giving into everything that I can give

Death is nothing more than an open door
Life is a journey and nothing more

Cracked but not broken;
Shattered by words unspoken;
Glued and tied back together;
By myself, friends, and whoever

Do you really think that you can hurt me
Yes you can and that's a guarantee

But do you really think your bruises will last forever
No, NO, they NEVER!!!

Do you really think that I am weak?
All the shit I've been through, dare I speak?

Bitch, I'm still standing
In the air and I'm not landing

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"Orphanne' "

Folder: 
My Work

“A crippled; crawling, curious girl,
stumbled into light.
Her fractured, hopeless, dreary world,
is given second sight.
Her heart hardened and doubled;
broken now, into.
Her manic thoughts so troubled,
daily now, renewed.
As memories mirror an attack,
by tragic childish fears;
the smile you see is now unmatched,
caressed by happy tears.
The enemy of stolen time,
now it’s become best friend.
The youth she had to leave behind,
has been restored again.
Her faith though kept still; shaken,
grew higher than the storm.
The nights that had been taken,
now feel so safe and warm.
A life of bitter ashes;
replaced by dreams of dare,
the sorrow of the past has,
vanished into air.
From believing no one loved her,
to convinced that Some One does.
From accepting she must suffer,
to receiving special love.
From cringing in a cold cage,
to soaring high and free.
From leading lady, on a stage,
to praising out of key.
The mask hiding the glow,
has fallen to the ground.
Revelation knowledge flows,
peace can make a sound.
This change came slowly,
and remains a mystery.
He forever Holy,
searching for..just…me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The transformation of a heart.

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It is Cold, in My Room

It is cold, in my room.
Cool air circulated by fans
caresses my body.
It captures my warmth
and slyly carries it away.

It is cold, in my room.
The air between my roomate
and me is frozen
We refuse to talk about
the elephant in the room.

It is cold, in my room.
The temperature drops
degree by degree.
The breeze is strong,
causing me to shiver.

It is cold, in my room.
Silence fills the space,
cold politeness is false.
We now dislike each other,
she makes me miserable.

It is Cold, in My Room.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 4/19/09.  April Challenge Day 15: change a title and write a poem to it.  The inspirational poem was "It is Night, in My Study" by Miguel de Chamuno.

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