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TRIGGER WARNING: Baby Jail
Sketchy beginnings
The woman in the picture is NOT my mother. I don’t know who she is/was. The red circles are her knees.
Pass it onward!
A short chess match
Destruction, Chaos, Change
An imposter has landed
Call out the hounds
Pursue the deception
The betrayal of sounds
Call up the sentries
Alert all the guards
Let not the invader
skulk in our yard.
Silence the voice
their vows are all broken
revile the cursed breath
revere victory spoken
Pass it onward!
Walkers of the Sky
The Force was strong.
The pitch of cloudy moonless nights are harrowing
Despite the switch-back trail chosen to navigate
Maneuvering childish thoughts jagged and narrowing
You said, “Bring the child back home.”
The misty breathy wisdom cites a frightened wraith
With parental patient guidance blessed wisdom
Exhuming trust, from brittle bones, from a wild-haired waif
You said, “Return the child back home.”
With coward’s yellow pungent stench un-protecting
Winter’s breath of springing fallen truths disarming
The summer child sees comfort’s spirit connecting.
You whispered, “You’re safe. Come home.”
Pass it onward!
Life’s Storms
When thunder rolls across the sky
and the wind whips up your hair,
When lightning flashes in stormy skies,
And electricity charges the air
I am there.
When the waves rise up in fearful walls
and the howl of the wind crashes loud
When the sound of your fear is all you have
When you see nothing but the shroud
I am there.
When all seems lost and pain abounds
When no words can ease your pain
When hearts hurt so badly that it surrounds
When death is your shadows bane
I am there.
I shelter and comfort you, hold you close
I wipe away tears that fill you the most
I offer you haven in the holy ghost
I am your protector, I love you most.
Pass it onward!
Blind-sighted
I see you every once in a while in the Otherwhere.
The place that isn’t here or there or somewhere or anywhere.
It’s just Other.
Soul pictures
It has the pres(c)ents of Christmas trees and home cooked feasts.
It smells of beloved familial hugs, pas-s-s-sionately presented embraces
It laughs a babbling brook of foolish happiness punctuated with excitement marks!!!!
It offers kaleidoscopic shows of vernacular laced paragraphs with buntings of (these)
Still, sometimes, I know (though I don’t know), I see both you and me.
Not in the way that makes you triple check your doors; throwing the deadbolt
Not in the way that keeps you window to window pacing floors; with naked paranoia
but in the way that allows the meditation of the forest to seep into the spirit of indulging ideas
reaping benefits of beauty as only gypsy tribe of poets can explore it.
I see you every once in a while in the Otherwhere.
(inspired by: http://urbanpoetrees.com/2014/12/31/disciple-less-prophets/ )
Pass it onward!
GUEST POET: allegory of the urbanites.
You should click the link and explore this piece. It’s brilliant.
Pass it onward!
Release
I hope he never knows the pain he’s gifted me.
I pray that his life turns out better than any of my prayers could be.
My fervent wish from my bended knee
Is that his eyes be opened enough for him to recognize and see.
I hope he never understands an abused and neglected heart
I pray that his life is filled with every color of every art.
My fervent wish although we’re apart
Is that his grays fill in with rainbow light and from darkness he depart.
Pass it onward!
Transitions
Solemnity spoke
When death comes knocking at my door,
bony feet with dusting robes stepping on my floor
My fleshy shell will open to allow my spirit to soar
I will no longer look at the life of the living
wishing more time for regrets and forgiving
I will return to the spirit with thanksgiving
The height of my body will no longer matter
The color of my skin no longer the chatter
The question answered, my lifeline flatter.
I will gaze with love at those who surround me
with their beautiful faces weeping around me
and I will know that my life shined brightly.
As I pass from this life unto the end
In my very last moments I will attend
to touching your cheek and saying, “I love you, always, my beautiful friend.”
Pass it onward!
The offerings
Hands of Offering
Where there are tears,
offer relief.
Where there is despair,
offer belief.
Where there is darkness,
offer your light.
Where there is injustice,
offer human rights.
Where there is loss,
offer a shoulder.
Where there is a spark
offer to smolder.
Where there is plenty,
offer to share.
Where there is anguish,
offer repair.
Where there is emotion,
offer your being.
Where there are shackles
offer the freeing.
Where there is chaos,
offer a peace.
Where there is frustration,
offer release.
Mare Martell 