God Within

Time is a circle
Time is not a line
Time is our feelings
Love we call - divine

Time loops and loops
and loops and loops
No past
No future
Nothing in between
Everything just is - waiting to be seen

Time and time again, the life we live is – his
We are born, as we lay dying
Mad as hell crying, shamefully lying
Euphorically beguiling as our lives can be
Naturally, flawed, mankind is.

We wait for some release
Wasting our days, not his
Fussing and cussing at the gate
We finally let go of pent-up hate
Desperate for eternal bliss
Hoping for a divine kiss

We take the bait 

(Captain ill-equipped)

There is no escaping fate

Life is real, when our senses feel

Life is compassion

Love is real
We are irrational, emotional, and still
Love is all we take with us

To that undiscovered country …
that is - us

The Answer Within

~  The only thing we take with us is love   ~

"Can you hear it?" he said, placing his child's little hand over his ailing heart. "Great men do as they feel. It's there, all the time. Listen." 

As a child, Julius was unable to understand his father's dying words, but on this cold December night, a glimmer of light fell upon him when he found himself standing in a sad pool of regret. A rich man, with the world at his fingertips, Julius never listened to his heart. Now that it was time for him to enjoy life, there was nothing he could call his own. Clutching the railing, desperately holding onto life, he understood his father now. The voice within is the messenger of all. Foolish, irrational, even reckless at times, life is about moments. The cold air fueled his lungs as he stood suffocating, soaked in confusion. Warrior ways about him, ready to fold the battle of brutal stagnancy, he had no moments. He had everything, yet he had nothing of value in his life. It was not his father's voice he heard. It was Louisa. She stopped him by placing her delicately sculpted hand over his aristocrat thin long fingers and gently moved them from the railing, looking deep into his eyes. As if she heard his thoughts, as if she heard his cry, Louisa said: "Things are not so bad." Denial is neglect of self, ignorance of soul and a blatant disregard of man's greatest gift is the choice to be kind. "The answers are within, he said. Should I tell her how I feel? Louisa, I - " 

- from my novel Spring Time Among Ashes
(based on true events)

Laudanum

You soothe me, blanket and appease

You comfort me, when I'm not at ease

I’m coveted, riveted, forever teased

Pleasures of heaven dipped strawberries, I'm drowning in bliss

Two halves become one as we consummate in relentless kiss

Bleed into me, my Adonais!

Underneath the coral reefs

Come to me! 

Flow through me!

Penetrating, eternally, deeper than the vast blue sea

@2014

Only Fools

His freezing heart in silence deeply bleeds
she never loved him, never understood his needs

She broke his heart, when twice she cheated (so he said)
she left him
- gone
his empty heart never resurrected
- dead



She -  gave up, finding him too vain
Never be able to explain why she doesn't miss his love, his touch, his kiss ….
In her unblemished pure existence, she is thriving
She remains at peace, while he's surviving

She ruined him for everyone that follows
His mind, depression bound
A deafening silence, piercing through his heart (now hollow) screams in place of every sound

Sinking to nothing, as you have my dearest love, worthless, unable to apologize
Don't worry your pretty little head
I am fine
I'm over your mesmerizing big brown eyes
I would be unhappy if I stayed
You just keep on singing that ol' tune
Little dreamer
Mr. Lonely
Making up mad lies underneath the moon

Empty

EMPTY

by Marika

Your self-inflicted wound will never heal if you keep my heart at bay 

and yours in chains

You really think I don't know how you feel?
I know.

I feel everything you're feeling

I heard the unspoken words within
I hear it all

All, but your thoughts

Yet, words are only words
They’re not enough
Honor me, my soul that is your soul

Show me love

In your cloak with a dagger you dig deep into your pain
Carving kind words into your flesh

Why can't you say them?  

You refuse?
When you punish me, you punish you

Sinking into your filthy swamp of strange abuse

Your love is heavy, as is mine
Yet, sometimes in shades of deepest blue - I'm fine

There is no tomorrow, 

There's only now
My lungs are empty

My heart is hollow

Still, I try to breathe somehow

Interstellar

Under the starlight in the deep blue sea
blue stars are made of you and me

Two old souls ...
I knew this when we met
We are centuries old and we can't forget that we come from stars There we shall return!
Life is just a quick blink of an eye

Earth is our sojourn

I'm operating in disbelief
I'm awake when you're asleep
I'm malleable, you are stiff
I mourn the silence of our sky
Tears I weep, become my sea of love
I am your darkest cloud
a loss you can't deny

I descend upon your world demanding that you think, but my echelon of hope now springs with the last lonely dove that flew the coop
Only to avoid a brutal truth:

My sun will shine

when love is all I feel

when love is returned to me

when love is real

Glowing

You were on Broadway when we met

I ran with the dolphins

you wanted to

I remember love was not for you

Your desire was not for me

I never believed it was meant to be

I am set in my ways

I know me now
I ignore yesterdays

yet, you're back somehow

You hypnotize me with your sky blue eyes

it is no surprise I am mesmerized

now the same dilemma in my lap
Is this a choice? or just another trap?

The echo in my confused head says - yes, but my heart thinks 'be like water my dear friend'  

I ask you, tell me, what comes next?

You bow your head, not knowing

Once again, I chose to float away
Eternally peaceful
Glowing

Gill girl

Part of me is dead

your emerald cage broke open when the tired sun has set

Oh, how we idolized sweet love!

I am gill girl, coping, wondering … is any of this real?

Your smoldering love failed connecting, when you couldn't tell me how you feel

I stopped expecting

What now?

Our love has come and gone

Sinking to the bottom of the ocean and from now on I live wet

On dry land you die, lamenting all alone

As I hit rock bottom soaking to the bone

What I've got you haven't got

I'm home

I told you we are not like everyone

I told you we can not remain the same

Love changes things

When I let go, you let go, then, we're really done

Love isn't easy

Love is not a game

Darkness

A sad hickory cloud hovered over me
I lay still never to be found

Proudly, I suppose, I stood my ground

When the air tightened up around me with the atmosphere gone
darkness found me
Floating on a winter river's run
paralyzed by cold, grasping for breath, which I had none
I gave up on this meaningless abode

Quietly floating on this thrill
my self assurance died.
No!
It was killed.

My cold saliva turned to ice and I felt nothing. Nothing, but the chill ...

I endured each and every lash.
Whips and scorns showered me with pain and crucified, like Christ, but not insane I lay misunderstood, floating, certain nothing much could ever break me, although, my blood soaked body dared to ache me with the weight of the world sitting on my shoulders and his harsh betrayal echoing in my head. Numb, I wondered, am I still alive or am I dead?

As a yelping shriek of an abandoned banshee rides into town on her crimson tidal wave, my crushed skull spilled open in it's creases with hot blood melting away the early snow.
This dandelion flesh turns work of art, conquering his fragile little heart, tearing mine into a million little pieces with one blow
My fire made his dim.
With no aid to his defense, no one to  hear him scream
Only, love made no more sense

Men are ruled by stars, so stars they seek
Gods reward the weary and the meek

There are things I will never forget
Some things can never be undone
There is someone for everyone, I thought
A free spirit, reflecting on her life, I handle pain
Love is now my drive

When I placed a dark shroud on my head I waved good bye to false love
I let myself be dead
Defenseless as I was, a woman scorned, his promises meant nothing, they are gone
With tears in my eyes, my mortal tears eaten up by the busy waves
I'm counting hours of my life, lonely hours instead of lonely days

The truth is I died long ago, when all I hoped to know once came to me in a strange, very vivid dream
I realized it was my faith that rescued me
What I give to others I also give to me
Now Love is my religion
Now that I can see

I have no more tears to shed, no eyes, no hands, no body and no head
Floating above my winter river bed this wretched little soul and words inside my head
I lifted up without any wings
I become one with everything
I found a place where only love can find me
Pain erased, bright light head, darkness far behind me

The river engaged in her fancy trip by a bent oak tree that ripped my stiff cloak off my naked body giving it another ice cold soak
side to side I dipped in, then once over
my mind someplace else examining the rainbows, wind chimes and colors never seen
I was working on my afterbirth, but as soon as my face touched the water, consciously revived, I tried to scream  - Noooooooo! No words came out. I couldn't comprehend why my ordeal found an end.
I was happy there, astonished by the things that I have seen
Yet, they removed me from the river as my blood soaked body entertained some men
pulled me back into my body from the wonder world where I have been

Street lights …railing …. remembering the crash …I heard a voice, then with a rush of images I pulled back into me
A voice said: "This is how it has to be."
It wasn't my time, I get it now, I do
Love is everlasting, that is nothing new, but I also learned that life is about overcoming fear
and that death is a transition.
Love never disappears

Love is not a thing I need, yet, love is what I want
The kind of love where I can barely breathe
I really thought I knew me with the old, but finding love again, somehow, love is void of pain
and on my mind are his hands, his lips, those brown eyes that pierce through me ... melting!
Of course I never know me!
It is a kind of love I never felt.
Now that I am grown, real love found me on her own  and it's the kind of love that feels like home 

I act, therefore, I am

@2008 - original poem about acting, please don't reprint without permission



In ancient festivals of mask and horn
In rivalry and peace, the first actor had been born

Many since have followed, even more 'arrived'
some, on money borrowed, others just survived

Not one, but many has the little bugger bit,
when they hurried up to wait, to make their home on stage
as one brave actor made his pilot role a hit
another worked a stage role for sad pocket change
but we stand united floating on that raft
that developed our poise from spectacle to craft
we walk the footsteps of oh so many greats
from Hemingway to Shakespeare
Bart Simpson, Norman Bates
in hope of bringing joy to someone's heart
we proudly stand before you
representing art

I work to fill my desperate need to give
when they pull this curtain once more to a rise
for an actor only though his art can live and his reward is in the audience's eyes ....

In a beastly rage I proudly entertain
In everlasting prose I speak of love
Yet, in my spirit ... all remains the same

I am an actor, who can never work enough! 

Stardust

When God decides it is time to die

each one of us becomes a star


Another realm
from where we come
life ends
where it once began💞

Everlasting

Hydrogen
gravity
matter of clumps
illumination
In a fiery blast, a star is born
Red giant
Darkness  
Love remains
~ everlasting

My Summer Sky

by a fairy, to a Siren

Tell me, my sweet butterfly
Am I special in your eyes?

I love you, do you love me still?
If not, I will disappear!
I will never, ever, reappear!

Was it true love in your eyes?
Solstice, moon and fireflies
When out of sight
When out of mind 
Your everything shall change tonight!
My summer sky will set things right!
What love was dim, will now shine too bright!

I am still

There is nothing I can do
The way we see the world is a vision split in two
Sometimes I wonder if you still
Sometimes I wonder if you will

Thoughts undeserved
The way your lips are curved
That twinkle in your eye
 …  a love I can't deny

When the raindrops fall

What we want
what we need
cuts my heart until it bleeds
I remember everything, but
I would rather let the raindrops sing
Without a doubt our hearts have bled, but don't forget to love instead
When heavy rains pound the fragile leaves
Our Eden fills with salty tears and I rejoice in disbelief that a love like this ever came to me
Effortless, as if meant to be

In dreams ...

In dreams, my heart betrays me
My days are not yet done
Wherever life shall take me, I haven't lost
I won

What I see speaks to me

It tells me nothing new

Your sweet, delicate words of love are not the very thing you do

Sentimental days are a thing of our past
To cherish love, one must love
Making sweet love last

The last I dared myself to see terrible shame came over me

a day after I gave thee thanks, new bodkin raised old painful ranks to simply unacceptable
You are unbearable, incomparable
My discontent I can not hide
My reply to you is  - nevermind

Where the heart is, there is poetry

Please, I ask you reach inside your heart to grab a feeling you can share
Trust me, you have feelings
you're just unaware

Love isn't something that you get
Love doesn't drop down on your head, like a giant cow
Love is when you care for someone else instead

Love isn't something that you need
Love isn't something you can write or read
Love isn't something that you do

Love is being a live for someone else  - forgetting you

Ying & Yang

Love is when you look into my eyes and you see everything you need

When the air is sucked out of the atmosphere, but somehow we can breathe

I am day and you are night

Your yang is black
My yin is white

Everything is wrong, but feels so right

When the pale moon throbs with the shining sun

I become your everyone
 All I see is you

love finally feels true ♥

A love sonnet, by Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments.

Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds

or bends with the remover to remove.

O no
It is an ever-fixèd mark that looks on tempests
and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wand'ring bark
whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken

Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

within his bending sickle’s compass come

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks
but bears it out even to the edge of doom

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved

 - <3 Shakespeare

( born and passed on April 23 )

Stone cold

You quote to relate your feelings and your thoughts
long ago someone forgot to care for you
back then your feelings didn't matter
now they do
but now you are stone cold
I think I hurt you too

If you can't feel, I will feel for you
If you can't heal, know that I am true
If you can't speak, I will speak for you
but please, don't be weak
weakness kills me too



Let it be me, let it flow through me ...
Until you hear the call of mind-blowing amazing love you can't resist
starving for that never-ending must have kiss

When you crave me like you never have before
when your very soul is aching to the core
when passionate dreams control your mind, pumping divine bliss into your every part ...

When you listen to your heart and you give in

when your every thought of us is wrapped in sin

remember, there is no such thing as a stone cold heart

if you can hate, then you can love
stop tearing us apart

Here is a Heart

Adelaide was a rock star. Boy she loved to play! She wrote a new song every single day til one night, when she reconnected with her past, forced to face a love she knew would never last, Adelaide became unhappy. Entangled and upset, feeling somewhat strange, her frustration grew, but no one ever knew how bad it was for her. The situation rearranged her life. Love felt like a sharp knife cutting through her heart. In many ways she wanted to escape to some wonderful other place, praying for much better days to come.

Inside her head the band played on, boosting the same old crap on her brand new gramophone, but to her great surprise, Adelaide came to realize she was glad that song was over. When it finally played out, Sonny came along one sweet December night. They wrote beautiful songs together, but somehow things weren't any better, because Rocket refused to diminish, crawling his way to the finish, searching for a way out of his hole, squeezing her heart like a f--ing  a--hole!

Caught in a trap, everything felt wrong and nothing
right; Adelaide couldn't concentrate on songs, day or night. Sonny thought everything was fine, but she needed a lot more at the time, thinking everything she ever heard from men were lies.... in her eyes flirting became weary. Adelaide, prepared to say good bye, had to end this, because she couldn't live a lie. That's when their cheery song turned to a drone, a classical piano tune went all trombone and harmony fell out of tune. Soon, there was very little left or not enough. The room fell silent to an accidental theft of love. Sonny totally freaked out (convinced the moon, the stars and planets were designed to dance around his grace), so romance went to hell (now Sonny says Adelaide's new place ) and squabbles killed the song writing, which brought on massive nail biting and serenades became grenades. Adelaide broke her gramophone, screaming she will never write another song, but not long after this she realized, the coolest thing about love is the surprise, not knowing what comes next ... the spaces in between the scribbled text... being true at heart and never fake..... that kind of love takes the cake!  

Touch

There are no coincidences

Everything is mathematics! Math is our universal language (understood even by E.Ts)

Life events are mathematically predetermined. Even the fact that some couples look alike is pure math. There is an old saying that 'opposites attract' but that is not true at all. Not in my book. In fact, the reason why we seek symmetry is because like attracts like.

Opposites do not attract; they seek to become whole. They are chemically compatible to become one.

Another fact - every action is followed by a reaction. 

The Buddhist belief of cause and effect is based on this fact. Each action has a reaction. The Law of Attraction never fails.
Your thoughts become things. If you want something good to come your way be grateful for what you already have, then ask the universe for what you'd like to have and "yee shall receive" 

Put action into motion.

Kabbalah talks about this as well. Ancient Chinese proverbs refer to an 'invisible string' a connection that fulfills some predetermined outcome. Only sheer ignorance would contest the golden ratio.
Go a head, if you dare
Leonardo Pisano Bigollo – known as Fibonacci, was a mathematician. He saw the beauty in nature and found proof the grand design, which is all around us, which is also in us is proof the future already is even while we're just experiencing the past. Some people were not designed to live ordinary lives. They were born to inspire, guide and to help others. They are strong beautiful creatures and more often than not they flock among likeminded (often attractive) people. They better themselves, continuously improving and inspiring others in the world. They have an incredible drive for success. These people are in fact what one would call 'angels'. They are able to flourish in midst of disharmony, act in heroic ways, when most people would hide and these traits are known and shown as early as during their childhood.

Our genes decide what we look like; it's also by mathematical design, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder, because what we're attracted to is plain old mathematical configuration.

 

Logic can't be dismissed, it must be acknowledged. The basic principle of universal law is that like attracts like. 

To save ourselves a ton of wasted time in search of the perfect mate, we best understand symmetry. Symmetrical individuals are more likely to be a match.

If your mate's math doesn't match yours you may not be the right fit for one another. That doesn't mean you can't be together, it only means you will have to overcome a lot - in order to stay together.

Phi people measure approximately 1.61803'- phi' all over face + body Mathematically beautiful creatures are desired by all, because they are designed to stand out. 

However we look at it, a 'phi' design individual can get anyone and can away with a lot, but only for so long. After a while beauty fades and if the personalities don't match or compensate to make one whole (lack of physical beauty can be matched by a brilliant brain or petsonality (proving what is on the inside that really counts) the relationship will fail.

A thousand years

A drop of ice

Diamond tears
I'm afraid
I'm kind of a bait for your revenge
too far away ...

To be your love, all your love, all devotion

I break away, steal away

Drink this potion of my memory

Tell me how it's going to be

In the end

I realized, I'm not afraid
Whatever will be is not up to me
Intoxicate me 

Now you see, we

Break away, take away, all emotion
Steal away, run away

Every motion makes new memories

Tell me how it's going to be

A drop of ice

a crystal clear diamond tear
I'm never afraid
never a bait
I'm too far away ....

Life is a maze, love is a riddle

Mayans believed time is round
when humanity is heaven bound
five minutes remaining on the clock
time ticking way
I'm at the dock
dipping my feet in the winter river stream
testing the water
before jumping in
I will not scream, I have no fear
knowing that our end is near
I tried, perhaps, with some regret
to lose my pride
now wide awake

With a second chance I must be true, in life, as well as in romance

Before I knew me I was blind, but my eyes have opened
now I see fine, just as you see through me, easily

We are nothing more than a human stain in wild dreams of hope and pain
 Like you, I learn from every moment, everyone I meet and love

I learn to love and how to be loved, I believe in destiny

Perhaps, in some silly way, it's my own personal victory

One

Zen Buddhists practice zazen, a seated meditation. To achieve a sense of oneness with the universe, one does not need to practice Zen Buddhism religiously and still be able to absorb the benefits of zen meditation. We are all connected. We are one with all, vibrational beings of light and sound.

We perceive ourselves to be physical bodies, yet in truth every cell inside us, and everything we touch, see, taste and feel is in constant motion.
We are not solid entities. We are fused with the environment as well as vibrationally connected to one another, however close or far we may be from each other. For some, zen meditation is religion, for others it is a form of relaxation and for some it is a way of life. Meditation is a path

Waterfall

for my daddy ♥ 

( February 13, 1947 - September 1, 2004 )

Lost in the world
feeling all alone
aching, for his will is gone

Cancer strikes
I say, battle on!
You're a strong warrior!
You're a champion!
Drop the iron-clad linked chains! I recognize your sacrifice, but hope remains where sweet love rains...
You gave me my big beautiful blue eyes
They wish to see you smile again

As I come to realize
I'm an immigrant child in paradise, kneeling, humbly I dare to pray
confused about what to say, I ask, soaking in guilt
thriving in the world he built, stay, please stay
I'm thinking back to when my life was fair
the woods, the rivers … our precious past
our joyful days
sweet memories that last…
I can see, how much he longs to be, 

the way he was, when young and strong, 

a gushing bull of energy

Standing tall, I understood, why once an oak, he now barely could
why his rivers turned a waterfall
why I long to love him after all
Perhaps, this very quiet night
reading by the lonely light
he’ll take me back to what I miss
when wrong made good with a simple kiss

Perhaps, he'll think about that time
when the world was his and he was none, but mine ❤️
RIP daddy, I'll stay awake as long as the candle light

Not In English

SK



If we could just be
if we didn't ask or say
If we took what we need
each moment, every day
no manipulation
no explanations
no expectations

If we could just do hands and tongues
me and you
hearts over beating
lungs barely breathing

it would be true, it would be fair
If we could kill this stupid heartache we can't bare
prove we care

we would just be
_            _            _

Ode to John Donne

I think I should include poetry from my favorite poets on Sirenprose as well. I love Shakespeare, but my all time favorite poem is this one, by John Donne. Two people as the arms inside a clock, a circle, the only shape that is perfect, tick tock like a heartbeat, and if one gets too far the other follows... what's not to love about this piece he wrote for his wife.   A VALEDICTION FORBIDDING MOURNING.
by John Donne

AS virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
"Now his breath goes," and some say, "No."

So let us melt, and make no noise, 5
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ;
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.

Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears ;
Men reckon what it did, and meant ; 10
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.

Dull sublunary lovers' love
—Whose soul is sense—cannot admit
Of absence, 'cause it doth remove 15
The thing which elemented it.

But we by a love so much refined,
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assurèd of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss. 20

Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to aery thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so 25
As stiff twin compasses are two ;
Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th' other do.

And though it in the centre sit,
Yet, when the other far doth roam, 30
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th' other foot, obliquely run ;
Thy firmness makes my circle just, 35
And makes me end where I begun.

from
Donne, John. Poems of John Donne. vol I.
E. K. Chambers, ed.
London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1896. 51-52.

Resurfacing

Letting go, the water carries me

at peace with what I know is true

Diving deeper
 seaweed buries me

discovering where merit be

I'm resilient
like a fish
underwater, I turn to me

Resurfacing
only to lose myself again
I am made different
love remains the same

Rewind

Stop and rewind to that time

sundown, sunrise, heart of mine

Erase bad nights, turn the page
elegy of solid mind

kick the rage, say anything

stop and rewind if you think

it's the only solace we can find

a deep breath in, then, rewind
sundown, sunrise, heart of mine

Fire

A tiny spark

glimmer of a light

flames explode 

everything turns dark

Dimmer of a light with a thinning fume 
oxygen depleting

strange perfume

words exchanged, misleading

killing all desire

broken, but still breathing

I start another fire

never mind my burns from that awful night

it is how I learn to make things right

Poésie de l'amour

A bientot mon amour

ce n'est pas facile

vous etes toujours dans mon coeur 

surtout très fragile

Deux petites oiseau nous sommes

voila, ce sont nos chansons

toujours chantons a matin

dans le soleil aux printemps
et jamais oublié

bellow from Verlaine: 

" The lonely soul aches with a vast ennui. 

They say bloody battles are being fought down there.

O lacking power, so feeble, such tardy prayer

O lacking the will to embellish reality

O lacking the will and power to die a little!

Ah! All is drunk! Bathyllus, life yet laughed aAh! 

All is eaten and drunk! No more to say!

Only, a slightly foolish poem that burns well,

Only, a slightly errant slave who neglects you,

Only, a kind of vague ennui that afflicts you!"

Doomed

His venomous poison

Her deadly sting

A ring of fire with wild furnishings
Her alien eyes
His desperate cries

You turn me inside out, he lies
I am so confused
I don't recognize myself
feeling sweet Sangria high

when muddy rivers truth will spill

my pretty clouds will disappear
 icy chill will steal the room
 I will die

I know this
I am doomed

Let it go

If something feels untoward

 it isn't just a phase

If things weigh heavy on your heart

put them in a vase

Purple roses, yellow satchells, poetry of mind

bottle your pain in a crystal vase

let the world unwind