Simply back away

When I am sensitive
To things others say
And the path I choose
Is not coloured my way
And the sky jagged with their red
But of my choosing deep blue
And life beckons things unknown
Discoveries to be shown
Do I continue with their say
Or just simply back away

Puppet Master

The strings
The strings
The puppet master sings
A little gift now and then
Words of love thrown in
He watches you dance
He expertly pulls the strings
You melt in jerking moves
Forever the puppet to be

Moon Shadows

Moon Shadows

Moon shadows fell across her arm tattoos
The writings in her diary strangely askew
Tears welled up soon to run down her cheeks
She pondered the mountains distant peaks
Would he return from feared far battle's quest
Or would she sit by his grave at his honored rest

Nothing

I found Nothing, surrounded by Something, I know it is there, trying to hide, but being revealed, by Something, It is beautiful , in It's quietness, wants to be know as, Unreal.

Billboard on the Moon

Billboard on the Moon

Where Goddesses once lived
And filled lover's hearts
And adorned the midnight sky
Is now a place where diggers dig
And plotters plot
Another billboard on the Moon

Ravens and Stones

Poem...Ravens and Stones

She stood frozen in the dark
Overlooking stones with names from the past
Ravens cackling at her fears and insecurities
She felt wings sprouting on her shoulders
Upward she flew into moons light
Ravens and stones dimming out of sight
As visions of what is to be
Surfaced from her Inner truths

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The ink of a thousand tears spead out across the paper, chasing words of darkness to soothe her tormented soul, but alas beings she could not see were driving her words into dark corners of her being

That day will come

That day will come
When Earth no longer turns
When leaves no longer seek the Sun
When your smile is written in the stars
And our hands reach across galaxies
To affirm our oneness
In dimensions we are yet to explore
And Time loses it's meaning

Poem....Just a Dream

She spead her wings, as so many times before, hoping to take flight, to that magical place, where love grows and blooms, and fields of flowers spread out, to endless horizons, but alas the chains on her ankles are too strong, made of regrets and disappointments, maybe it is all just a dream, and she will awaken to beautiful flight.