Poem 10

Just Dance

Drummin base
A familiar face
A twirl around
Moving with sound
Drummin base
A stranger face
You all are me
Alone and free
Each so different
Each a heaven's scent
We are all the same
Just in a different picture frame
You are all just like me
You all just need love
Just like me
And there is no above
Rather within us each
One united soul to teach
Detachment from the box
Acceptance, you too, are the fox
You chase the hare
You chase a care
When there are no worries
Nothing to fuel furries
Only one common love
No push comes to shove
Anytime close your eyes
And tap into the wise
Dance your heart away
Until you meet it across the way
Drop the base
And drop your face
You are all just like me
You all just need fun
Just like me
What would Jesus do?
He'd get it down on the dance floor with me and you.

Dedicated to Joana O - thanks for the fun dnb luv

Poem 9

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A Blissful Place

Inspirational Photo #1

Playa de Los Cerritos, Baja California Sur, Mexico

Poem 8

My Love

I could not say this word enough to truly account for how I feel.
Deeply I do adore you, and you are my closest friend.
We both say this word but fail to prove it with consistent action
Only because we become victims of nuclear hysteria.
Poisoned by the brainwashing potion, they must put it in the water.
Those life sucking leeches, the loveless take from the rich.
We are truly rich at heart, and they just greedy corporate drones.

Try not to forget yourself, your spirit that resides in nature,
Your god at sea luring you to play hooky with me and catch a surf.
Not long now and our time is near to escape to nirvana.
The schools of fish have something to teach us to stick together.
For we are safe even in the abyss, as we began in the ocean and to it return,
Again and again, whenever we wish,
It's both far and near, but it is always in reach.

Even when flat, somewhere it roars, and inside
Waves you control, create, and those you may let crash over you or ride.
When you ride them with style, my love, you always look so naturally native.

Poem 7

Noose
Cut Loose

A true story, a la poem

Walking along Grace Street
Feeling used up and alone,
Caught a glimpse of happy
An innocence I'd once known.

He smiled from ear to ear,
Silly noose around his neck.
I should have read the signs,
But I was a total wreck.

Measures I had taken
To start my life anew.
Moth leaving his cocoon
Restraints for him were few.

I'd been open-minded
Willing to try new things
Until I'd had enough of
Experiential stings.

I tried to warn him not
To go so far so fast.
His guardian, I followed,
Fell deeper than my past,

Near to lend a saving hand,
Far enough to keep my ground.
Careless and rebellious,
He had lost what I had found.

He held a knife to his throat.
I placed a kitten on his shoulder,
I pleaded love's sweet case,
Lit up the eye of the beholder.

Always living on the edge,
He ignored my basic needs;
Ogling female druggie cohorts,
Steeling cards and other misdeeds,

Overstepped my generous line.
Took five long years to be healed
Of my own color-blindness
That kept the red flags concealed.

Having believed in him in hopes
Of instilling some belief in
His worth, living, loving,
I longed to restore his playful grin.

But nothing that I ever did
Brought him any happiness,
And I lost mine in the process.
Put in my all with no success.

Had enough, I parted ways,
Briefly I crash dived.
Years have passed, by God's grace
We're both alive; I survived.

Poetry by Khalil Gibran

Here are some of my favorite quotes by Khalil Gibran, ordered as such quite appropriately. Enjoy:) some bliss!

"I purified my lips with sacred fire that I might speak of love, but when I opened my mouth to speak, I found myself mute."

"I sang the melodies of a love I did not yet know, but when I came to know it, the words became a muffled whisper in my mouth, the songs in my breast a profound silence."

"Will you not tell me what is this fire kindled in my breast? It consumes my faculties and melts my emotions and desires."

"What are these invisible hands, soft yet course, that grip my spirit in my hours of solitude and loneliness? Into my heart they pour wine mixed with bitterness of pleasure and the sweetness of pain."

"What is this wakefulness that encompasses both death and life and molds them into a dream stranger than life and deeper than death?"

"Who among you would not wake from the sleep of life if love were to brush your spirit with its fingertips?"

Poem 6

I wrote this poem a very long time ago. But since I am handicapped with writer's block at the moment (well poet's block actually, since I still can write;), here is a wonderful poem I hold dear to my heart. It makes me happy to read this again and to share it. I was in a very tragic place in my young adult life when I wrote this. If I could find joy then, I can surely take notice now, that my friend is right here with me, always has been and always will be.

The Return of the Prodigal Friend

How long has it been, my friend
Since we laughed and played together?
Where have you been all this time?
You've been here by my side.

And I have not noticed, so caught up
In my self-induced mental agony and confusion,
Running after purpose, only to watch it
Disappear as I think I'm getting nearer.

For you, my purpose, are already here
Awaiting my acceptance. If only I would look
Over my shoulder to see your loving eyes
Begging a smile and quiet my own cries

To hear your still small voice.

Listen, my soul, to the birds singing
And the wind rustling through the leaves,
To the tears of my forgotten love
As they fall softly against the windowpane

And follow these sounds as the call of a childhood friend.

Look past the window of yourself, my soul,
To the irrational joy that lies beyond,
To the sunshine that shared so many a day
With my friend and I as we would laugh and play.

Soul Sucking Society

So I am here to fess up that letting things be the way nature intended and finding bliss are much easier said than done. But the purpose of this blog and my writing is to celebrate those moments we do feel bliss, and to celebrate the simplicity and devotion of it. I truly believe as stars will always light the sky that bliss is a natural state that will always be there for us to enjoy. Society has removed us so far away from our natural state that often it is very difficult to be yourself. For me the last few days have been so stressful from the moment I wake in the morning until I fall asleep. There is just so much interference caused by all the disgruntled people around me that insist on voicing their feelings loudly and continually to the point where I have no time to think or be myself. I only have time to hold up my shield as the swords are flying at me. Finally, I make a moment when all else is asleep around me. But I am so used up that I can not find my creativity, and I am just too tired to try. Is this writer's block? Maybe so. But it is far far more than that. It is what I so hate with what has become of this world. And hate is a strong word, but I hate the ideal, the construct, of modern society. Computers were supposed to make life easier for us all. They have made it harder for most. Computers are not to blame. Society is to blame. A greedy few run the world now, and the rest of us are work horses. And the work has gotten faster paced, longer hours, more stress. It is unhealthy, unnatural. I will continue to shield myself as best I can and to draw from inner strength, because I know for a fact it is there. With all the stimulus our physical bodies are distracted by, it is easy to forget the invisible fortress within. That fortress that is home to mystical creatures and every delightful thing the imagination and heart have secured away for you, secured from the dying world. It will not die with it. It will always be there as the stars will always light up the sky. Good night and the sweetest of dreams:)

Poem 5:

Today

Twas a hectic day
Not just for me
But for all they say
Time for free
That's how it ought to be
My time belongs to me
That's what I always say
Tomorrow I'll play
For it's a new day

It's up to me

To make it that way

To set today free

To be

Poem 4:

Perspective

Glass

Half Empty

I must go searching

Until I find more

Trek

Over Mountains

Desert sands turn time

But the sun stands still

Heat

Suffocating

I must do what they say

Until I succeed

Man

In the Moon

The one I am too blind to see

Hands me the Universe

Press

Rewind button

On the control over time

Back to the Beginning

Glass

Half Full

My thirst now quenched

I need not more

All

Was right there

Beginnings happen every day

Half full like yin and yang

Poem 3:

Aqua Aura

The ocean sings to her butterfly’s wings.

Newly transformed they flutter in fear.

In faith, a new faith in things once unknown,

Now known only enough to be considered unknown.

Like the surfer in the swell who stares in wonder

As the biggest wave he has ever seen greets him,

Crashes and shatters figments of his reality

Lifting him to new heights, dropping him to new lows.

The ocean sings to her butterfly’s wings

As they quiver in awe of their majestic surroundings.

Ocean sprays invigorate them from beneath;

Sunrays highlight their beauty with devotion.

Wind moves them with the ambition to fan the whole world;

Waves dance with the wind’s gentle guide to the sun’s beats.

And the butterfly gets caught up in this hypnotizing orchestra

Doing its own dance in contrast with the greater movements.

The ocean sings to her butterfly’s wings,

“Aqua ocean, aqua sky, aqua butterfly”.

She speaks of how they are all of the same color

For each emanates from the same divine source.

And within the space each sees itself to habit,

Each is just as mighty a force as the other.

The butterfly flies through the sky over ocean

Until she falls tired, then the ocean waves carry her.

Poem 2:

Interference

Break lights, tornadoes and heavy rain pouring down
Loud argumentative interupting voices
Server down, power out, people scrambling about
Thwarted thoughts flood rivers of audible noises
Distractions loom everywhere space is left open
Detached allowance for coexistence is key
Challenge ignites evolutionary process
Vision improves the more obstructions overseen

Poem 1:

The Music Never Ends

The Universe is just One Verse,
This Symphony, a Mystery.

Time flies through still Existence
Creating a Whirl of Worlds.

Love Shines Brighter than Earth's Sun
It's the One and Only Source.

All Waves Travel at Light Speed
Along the Circle of Life.

With Each Round of the Circle,
An Ever-Changing Pattern,
The Infinite Space is Full.

Just Attentions to Detail,
Like the Composer's Music,
Fills us with Inspiration

To Trace Each and Every Note
For Self-Realization.