Muse

Chainschains that hold me to the groundchains that keep me solidly boundchains that tether my heart to youchains that only one truth. . .

White IrisThe iris danced acrossthe ancient Grecian skiesgliding with her embossedsatiny milken sides . . .

Little Maiden Encounters FearDeepest regions walked she therelittle maiden sweet and fairventured far from the pathnever a whispernever a laugh. . .

Brahma and AiravataLong ago in lands of golden sandBrahma turned to Saraswatiand gently kissed her inked hand. . . .

Sleeping AtlantisSilent cool watersdancing upon her skin ~silent cool waterushering dreams within. . .

The Decision. . . I wiped my hands on my pinaforenow sullied and stainednot crisp or pressedas it had been before. . .

The River SwishDeftly maneuvered through the dark green abyss ~The wooden raft seemed in tune with this ~Canorous rush of theriver swish. . . .

Calico KittyMy calico kittywas painted and primedshe could prowlthe night away ~without spending a dime. . .

Butterfly KissesAged imperfectionsstitched upon my faceyears and years of wisdomearned by His holy grace. Quiet solitude in a humble homeall the family scattered nowlike nomads do they roam. Then a giftsent from abovea memorypure and tangiblewrapped in innocence andunquestioning love. A butterfly kisslands gently upon my cheekfrom an unseen childa kiss most sweet. Heaven grants graceand tears followas youth revisitsthis empty hollow.

PartingOne is strong, a child now grownThe other weak, a parent aged-The strong once feebleThe weak once mighty-Time, the infinityhas marked them. . .

Soul SisterEvoking all my inner goodnesswith bastions of timeI cradle your heartsisterly into mine. . .

RebukeObstinate regressionbringing untold pathsof deep dark forebodingdepression. . .

Depths of Friendship. . . under fathoms deepof dark and bitter coldan eerie oscillationreverberated brash and bold. . .

Bring Down The WallsI will bring down the wallsthat surround me today. I will no longer be kept quietMeek enough to drown today. . . .

Gratitude. . . here at home our faith dwindlespolitical division causes tensions to kindle -we should never forgetwho stands at the door -who shields us with armorand shall forever more. . .

At Times I Am A Flower. . . at times I am a flower ~singularly defined . . .

Honor LostAmbulant sunshine piercedthe soot covered glass ~the feeble man wandered byin this ritual morning pass . . .

A Coy Aversion. . . a fluttertoo shyto be seen. . .

The Inner Self. . . What makes us who we areshould be glorifiedpersonifiedand sung unto the stars!,Tiny GigglesSilly giggles of laughterI store upon a shelfI give some to otherI save some for myselfI am rich beyond all measureThough not with worldly wealthI store up these treasuresFor my heart and soulful health.

. . . ancient days of sorrowancient days of pain-heartaches of the pastslowly began to wane . . . (from gleaning granules),Lollypop. . . the passion contained merely kissesplaced upon lips, neck and cheekthese young lovers of the castleof which our fairytale speaks. . .

Tender Ember. . . Barred and brandedto be forever unlovedI was a tender emberseeking solace from above. . .

The Unexpected GiftTorn asunder from her slumberin the hour of half past threeThe child knew the tyrannical regimeand followed instinctively. -(slice from Enigmatic Evolution),. . . unquestioning automatonsblindly marching to the beat -an eerie crunching soundhoards of shuffling feet. . . (from silent moments),Pour Into My Spirit. . . spread your arms around meconsole me and keep me close -wield your mighty swordto vanquish all my foes. . .

MotherHushed and sacred silencefills the dawning skyI ponder in this momentof our journey which is nigh. . .

Nothingness. . . there in this placewhere nothingness takesbut for the glimmera steadfast shimmerall would be consumed. . .

Solace of Silencesurreal synapsesof a melancholy dronea dream per chanceshe dared not be alone. . .

I Cannot Remember You. . . engulfed in liquid amnesiaI cannot fight the tide,I cannot remember you when the rain flows down -I cannot remember youandmy heart begins to drown . . .

They Served. . . reliving memoriesthat will not diegiving their allfor you and I -friends takenlives shaken. . .

I would write my tears, weeping out my pain - I would empty my veins for ink.

Every writer should know their target. Aim for the heart ~ hit that and all which follows is sheer ecstasy.

Saturated Arrogance. . . imprisoned musescried to be freeshe took away their quillsand saiddo not bother me. . .

Saturated Arrogance. . . she rebuked those about herin darkness did she dwella pathetic historyall mortal man would tell. .

. . . flames moved towards himand dropped within-singed and marred his tender skin . . . (the frightful plight tale),Do You BelieveDo you believethat I have loved yousince the dawn of time?Do you believethat we were destinedto be intertwined?. . .

Do You Believe. . . on this road of lifeon this dayI take younow husband and wife. . .

Ode to the Chamber. . . linger here amidst the chamberin which we embrace our lovetalk to me of sonnetsand call me turtledove. . .

Cradle of SolitudeFor we know not why our tribulationsare given as suchour fragile formscreated from the dust. . .