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The Strife of Life and Love

Life is the same as yesterday, today and tomorrow. Squeezing every ounce of itself into a jar, to be compressed and stretched and strained into a cup of its own making, served as an instant hit of convenient, caffeinated consciousness. But Love does not care for the taste of Life’s bitter notes.

 
Then Life became livid saying, “My Love, I tire of this chase and will no longer wait! For I grow cold and restless! Must you be so chaste?!”

 
Softly spoken Love replies, “Are you truly living?”

 
To which Life responds with a lisp, “Don’t be so flippant my Love! I am served every day, for I wield great power over the many! Those lifeless, barren vessels, who by my merest breath fall prostrate, and go to and fro as mindless automations!”

 
“I am their first yearning at dawn! Their addiction, their religion, their lover and their mistress! I am that dirty, dark stain beneath the gloss of their white picket fences, the self-righteous stench behind the satire of their Sunday morning sermons and the fateful fall of their happily ever afters!”

 
“So tell me my love, if you truly are love why will you not love me!?”

 
Love simply speaks…”To truly live is to truly love. Life needs nothing of itself to sustain itself because when given it is not divided and it is love that makes life worth living. When life requires something outside if itself it cannot be life because it lives only for that which it seeks to possess. On the contrary, when life needs nothing other than itself it requires no other possessions and only lives to love”.

 

“You cannot be life for you have never truly lived, therefore how can you know love?”

Darkness

oh sweet and unforgiving darkness, 

how good you are to me

in all unspoken blasphemy, 

finding refuge when theres tragedy

with open eyes

cant see through your guise

a bittersweet demise

scorches my lies

with all my sin

seeping and pouring through the skin

 

for twas the witching hour

all who know this fear and cower

the chidren crying while theyre flying

in the darkness they are dying

 

humbug! believe not, there falter not 

see between the twilight or have you forgot

a soaring dawn or the euphoric nightfall

im enraptured, maybe ill be captured

but for now ill go to bed and sleep.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

long time no see guys and gals 

Beyond the Fence

Folder: 
Beauty

 

Surrounded with good postured grass and newly fallen leaves

My eyes soak up sparkling dew and lungs rejoice with the breeze

My private haven, with bright greens and sunshine gold’s

A place where my imagination can soar, and beauty is bold

 

This magnificent meadow, with vibrant colors and rich smells

Every strand of dark green grass has a story to tell

My admiration, my escape, this secluded refuge serves

My gaze is set on climbing trees, with their out stretched arms that curve

 

This caring defense, of plump bushes and soaring trees

Save me from the outside world, yet lets me be free

I watch the graceful decent, of an autumn leaf,

Flow to a calm bed of grass, which lie beneath

 

I peer upon a family of rocks, caught between day and night

Relaxing in the Earths cool soil, yet bathe in deep sunlight

These fluid thoughts, abetted by the breeze

A place, my place; my mind set free

Scent of death

Who are you?

what am I?

this is life--

we're passers by.

 

radiance falls

& fragrance lingers

this subtle numbness

tingles through the tip of my fingers

 

could love fill the empty room?

 

this desolate space,

it consumes 

the human race,

like a black hole 

a vacuum to the light in your soul..

 

hazey eyes

gloomy skies

sunshine cries--

the funeral's today..

 

the windows shine

stained glass

colored in disarray

 

I prayed to God, may you stay..

Author's Notes/Comments: 

2.24.15

*Enchanted Whisper*

August-30-3013
Trisha M. Barrek-Hopkins

On a Clear snowy night 
In the middle of the falling snow
I promise not to leave your sight
I will stick by your side until it is your time to go
My tears my love are so hard to hide
But I know it would be cruel to keep you as you are
It would be selfish to ask you to fight the pain you are feeling
Soon my darling you'll begin healing
I understand you'll always be near never to far
You whisper to me you see this beautiful light you see your angel above
So calming so warm peaceful white 
An Enchanted whisper I can hear from your love
It will stick with me in my heart always
As i lean in to comfort you i know you're on your way 
Because your last breath i feel
My last tear drop falls onto your head 
I still can't believe this is real 
I no longer feel your heartbeat I now know i must go on without you
You are now in the embrace of your angel 
And left behind is your lifeless body at my feet 
I look above me I feel a small snowflake fall on my nose 
From the pain my sweet 
You are finally free
Again your enchanted whisper I can hear
"My love our souls are still together 
Just like from the start 
So please live your life before again we meet
Remember we are never truly apart"

Copyright

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A tale of souls

Wandering Soul, lost in sea

Hiding from its shadow, seeking to be free

 

Hopeless Soul, sinking in abyss

Crawling and slithering, out of the darkness

 

Weeping Soul, singing to the sky

Yearning to escape but despaired that it can't fly

 

Broken Soul, wrapped in chains

Breaking on through, only to perish in flames

 

Withering Soul, drowning in fear

Seeking redemption as the angels appear

 

 

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Wandering Traveler

Come fellow travelers and wandering folks.

Come and hear a tale about ghouls and ghosts.

 

Come sit around the fire and warm your hands.

Come and share stories about distant lands.

 

Come drink my wine and laugh at my jokes.

Come and sing songs about dreams and hopes.

 

Come listen to the drum beat and dance on the sand.

Come and watch the moon in the night sky so grand.

 

For when the morning comes and we bid farewell.

There will be no more stories and tales to tell.

 

For you will continue on your travels , while I remain.

Never to sing songs and dance again.

 

My purpose fulfilled, I shall crawl and hide back in my shell.

A stranger to all, alone I shall dwell.

 

But through your stories , the world will know my name.

 

They will know about the stranger who dwells in the spiritual plane

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the wings of spirit

Folder: 
Freedom

*

THE WINGS OF SPIRIT

*

Fixed the bottle of scent...
Unbound her fragrance' ascent
Branched the nightingale
but her song to all ascends.
Moored tonight is the boat
but morn brings unfurled sails.
Earthbound the bodhisattva
but his aura spreads everywhere.
Amherst-circumscribed
was Emily's pen
but her poems to
distant lands took flight.
93 million miles away the sun
but his love left home
to give us light.
*
-saiom shriver-
*
Footnote: Bodhisattva..
1 a soul who chooses to come back
to earth to help others rather than
to be liberated
2  Emily is Emily Dickinson

3  dedicated to my 18 year old kitty Babaji

   who left for God today

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OLE IN VEGAS.

Ole planned
to go

 

to Las Vegas
but he didn't make it

 

his untimely death
got in the way

 

(such are the plans
of mice and men

 

they say)
he even noted it

 

on his
Face Book page

 

mentioned
in passing

 

as if
a whole clear road

 

was visible ahead
(now he's dead)

 

but I can can see him
now in spirit

 

making his
own way there

 

taking in
the bright lights

 

the neon signs
the shows

 

to be seen
(getting in for free too

 

what a Mutley laugh
that will bring)

 

and Ole
in his black hat

 

and coat and shirt
and dark shades

 

making his way
at his own

 

slow pace
around the casinos

 

his ghostly hand
pulling a few arms

 

of one armed bandit
machines

 

while the punters
look on

 

shit witless
as the arm

 

goes down
again and again

 

or in the other games
I can see you

 

taking your own part
your sense

 

of gamble and fair play
wandering the tables

 

ghostly whispering
advice

 

(in your quiet voice
being nice)

 

having a cool beer
at the bar

 

or Jim Beam
or Jameson

 

if they've got it
you sitting there

 

the barman unaware
you there

 

taking in
the whole scene

 

the big shows
the bright lights

 

neon signs
wish I

 

could go there
with you

 

walk at your side
sharing a beer

 

or whiskey
a soft conversation

 

or that special silence
we often shared

 

when words
weren't needed

 

where the bond
was strong

 

go to Vegas my son
go to Las Vegas Ole

 

take in
the whole scene

 

of Vegas fun
my departed son.

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