Rebirth

A Dragon's Revelation

 

My wings were cut, torn and cast away.
Left for dead was I, wounded by the fray.
My only sin, to be a lone Drake.
I had no kin to call my own, to watch my back as I flew.
If only I had known the trials, if I only knew.

If only I had given in, to my stubborn ideals.
I would not be there then, bleeding as my wounds did heal.
A Dragon without its brethren is no more than a wounded bird.
Words I cared not to believe, tales I thought were absurd.

Shackled to the post of death, waiting for my soul to be laid to rest.
I gazed up to the sunlit sky and noticed something shine bright.
Almost as if it was an angel, to cast away the long night.
In truth it was not an angel, but more of a second chance.
Another of my kind had heard my cries, not giving my situation a second glance.
Stripped down from those shackles, I dropped limp out of the sky.
The other of my kind darted down, fire of passion burning within those eyes.

“Fear not brother, I shall free you and carry you home.” Were the words spoken.
“You were lost and now rescued. Let us heal that which is broken.”

So for days I flew with this fellow Dragon, resting along its back.
Thinking about my days alone, and why I never turned back.
I was foolish; thinking all I needed was my inner and outer strength.
As cliché as it sounds now, others were needed to end the strife.

That Dragon which called me brother, turned out to be a sister.
She took me to her kin, which accepted me under their wings.
I fly now with them as family, taking on together, whatever this world brings.

 

We are Dragons, ruler of the skies.  Hear our cries out to this world,

And know we watch down from above.  

We live together within our kin, and shall never be apart.  

Unity is our power, and it is never ending.  

Together we fly as one wing in the sky, a bond unbroken.

The Skull

Long gone is the gristle.

In its place, an impossible

white smoothness.

The maggots and worms

have long since moved on.

Jutting from its eye sockets

thorny stems reach skyward.

At the top sit a pair

of blood red roses.

The skull, once hideous and

holding grim memory,

has since given back to the land.

In return the land pushed up

two beauties, epitomes of grace.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by a poster gifted to me by a good friend of a white skull with roses in its eyes.

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The First Step Is the Hardest

The light on my face,

The sun on my skin

I start this new life

But where to begin

 

Do I walk a new path,

Or continue straight ahead

Do I carry this old baggage

Or walk empty handed instead

 

Do I shed this old skin

And toss it aside

Like a love I have once given

That’s withered and died

 

Do I again give love freely

Or hang on to it tight

Should I trust in my heart

To know which is right

 

So, until that day comes

My courage I must own

And take that first step

Into the unknown

 

 

 

 

(Epilogue)

 

 

 

I took that first step

Into the unknown

And the meaning of true love

Again I was shown

 

I chose my new path

So down it I tread

And chose to go down it

Hand in hand with you instead

 

I donned my new skin

And tossed the other aside

In the shadow of the past

I no longer shall hide

 

My courage in do own

And my heart I did give

With strength and with love

 

This new life I now live.

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Haunting Inquisition

 

 

 ■■■■■

 

And they wanted to heal,

But the requests were riddled 

In disguises,

With delusions of grandeur,

And hopes of great riches and fantasies,

And so the healer likened the journey to the deep sea diver,

Who falls into the water with arms opened wide,

And forges his way to the depths of the ocean,

Deeper, and deeper,

He passes the wreckage of lost ships, and human waste

Of days past,

And at times must close his eyes to the remembrance

Of pain too haunting,

Because he knows the journey to reach his "treasure",

his "core",

Is a merciless path.

 

■■■■■

 

And when he reaches the ocean floor, 

He does not stop,

Because he knows what lies beneath is what he must face,

And so he begins to use the tools he learned,

And finally, after chipping away for months and years,

he uncovers

The worth of his soul,

With great joy, he retrieves the lost and precious gems

Of his existence,

And he begins his hopeful journey to the surface,

But his suffering does not end,

Because the road up, 

Even more wrought with turmoil as he endures

The caustic resentment

From those with no knowledge,

And he is made to relive the loss of his soul treasure 

Over and over,

Time and again the relentless visions of pain and torment,

That satiate the hunger of blindfolded eyes and sullen, hopeless spirits,

Hungry for the taste of their own lost piece of life,

Lost in their lust for material gain.

 

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They cannot see his treasure is within,

The lack of "sight" for the divinity of his excavation

Into the "earth" within himself,

A common ignorance of human existence,

To be unaware of what one sees as 

"Separate",

"Derilict",

"Different",

"Ungodly".

And his plight becomes even worse than he could have ever imagined.

 

■■■■■■

 

But when he reaches the surface of the water,

This vortex of pure love for all humanity,

Created by and through his own wounds,

Lifts him over the water,

And only then 

He revels in the love meant for him from the beginning.

The hard work that could only be done by him.

No pill,

No man,

Woman,

Dollar amount,

Could have created it.

 

So you say you would like to heal?

 

■■■■■■

 

 

 

.....

 

 

 

 

 

essences

 

.........


honesty

can,

and

has

been

known

to strangle

***arteries*** 

bleeding of love 

♥♥♥that feed♥♥♥

♥♥♥♥beating  hearts,♥♥♥♥

♥♥♥but flowers ♥♥♥♥

that never reach 

their intended 

destination 

only leave

•their• 

scent. 

to live

half

of  

a

life 

is like 

not even 

living  at all, 

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

but  the seeds 

******of******

dying  flowers 

disagree


♥♥♥♥♥


© 


 

5:48 PM 8/1/2013

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City Hall

The City Hall in my heart,

Met last night.

Paper clips reside on caperillies.

Piercing silver glisten-

Pumping burgundy DNA.


Debates stir-

Circling through, cobalt arteries.

Cursive-

Leaning, persuading, updating.

The fatty interior-

My vital muscle.


Whispers of impeachment-

Began to fly.

Learn to live another,

Live another day without his smile.

Walk away.

Dissolve the fragments.

That once was.

No, don't fret.

For this decision isn't final.

Lets begin to check your vitals.


My cells begin to scatter-

Your departure is all that matters-

As I seek reelection to my heart.

The judges all agree-

You were not the one for me,

And the hall quiets down before the start.


They huddle, just for me.

Deflecting-

your make-believe-

With their golden harps-

Sweet soliloquies.

Delving and digging-

For what used to be.


Your endorsements-

No longer recognized.

Your messages-

No longer accepted.

Your campaign?

No longer coursing through my veins.

Your speeches hold no substance-

For my heart strings can function-

Without you.


So deliver your last plea,

While the courts-

Ignore thee.

And your words-

Echo through my veins.

My representatives-

Filter them.

Argue them.

Protect me-

From your deception.

They cradle-

Hold and caress-

The heart you deceived.


Please,

Let it be.

For this throbbing-

Is no longer for you.

Because,

Only my heart knows-

What I've been through.


So carry on-

My little darling,

And until then.

Your trial is over-

Before it began,

My heart is difficult,

To tame.

Buy for a change,

I'll be the commander-

Until I'm sane.


And as your campaign flyers

Rustle in the wind-

Remember, you once did win.

The courts did once agree,

You were the one for me.

But, 

The City Hall in my heart,

Met last night.

Abuhuiel

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Poetry

Abuhuiel;

Being reborn again.

Abuhuiel;

Cure my sickness...


 

Bring me back my psychics,

Abilities of old.

If I might forget,

Let me remember once more.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A prayer.

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Wildflowers

That which sits still

In between the meadow

Blooming pastel hues like

Pink and yellow

Have grown to fit

Their respective names

By fellows

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Redemption

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Nature / Folder 1

Most births I have watched,
Tiny bundles of love,
Arms outstretched,
Symbolic of our ability to give,
To receive love in the world,
And to fully live,
Etched with Divine Intelligence,
To embrace this world in eager anticipation,
The waiting is over, as the soul guides us
On the journey
Down the womb of it's choosing
We come to join the human race
With an open heart,
A mind thirsty for nourishment, the synapses begin to connect
As we are held closely
To the warmth of human touch,
The first part of the voyage is complete,
The exploration has begun,
With all that we need for what is to come,
Whether born into hunger,
Or a belly with nutrition,
All the soul askes will ensue to fruition,
Time nonexistent, pain has no meaning,
Til the weight of this material world
Becomes an albatross,
Senses blurred and hearts aching,
Burthen with demands to adapt to conditioning,
And what we call growing, begins to lose meaning,
Rips us away from the soul, 
Renders us incognizant of it's deeming,
But the tapestry is laid and course is now planned,
There is no turning back, not a one is unmanned,
A still voice within, so quiet and meek,
It requires your heart to reveal it's mystique,

 

Love and nature have the answers to all that you crave,
Reconnect with your soul, and together, this Earth we will save.

 

 

4:26 PM 4/23/2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The soul and the world. Regaining balance from man's demands for material greed.

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