Before I start
I must apologies-for all the
     lies that lay within this
                         verse.

         The first sound rhymed
                        within.
Singular. Pristine.

          Captured in measure-
silence
            echoed into a void.

    There. Then there and there
everywhere within  nowhere

              In  Spaces within
the between
          - thoughts touch all.
Music ripples from sound
     alive and dying.

                                                     Temporary notes hover in flight
sourced existing, freely lived
inside the prison of the mind.

I find them and I
keep them when I
can when they die
can i find them again

words understand touch.

distilled poignancy

felt to agree

dust motes
suspended drifting
a breeze of past folly
unsettled settling
on sedimentary sentiments
that collect, congeal
under my bed
into monsters
of unstirred
intents

Her arms, her legs

that sometimes I could just make out

a response. I found flight I carried myself alone

straight, straight to you as you read the poem.

Cradled in her form, your thoughts remain. Your lips

are traded for faded truths.

Her voice echoed old within your youth find the words

first lost when you said goodbye to soon forgets the feel

of the sun to the day.

how the sea seems to float away

all awash under glowing rays. how she danced

up to me again, while I stood here with you

loving her.

 sometimes I could just make out
              a response. alone                                             
      flight  carried
alone
       to you as you read the poem.

Cradled in form, your thoughts remain
 traded for faded truths.

Our voice echoed old within their youth
 how we will dance

 together I stood here with you

loving

The wind whispers into my ear a secret never heard

Trees wave to it in greeting as it passes by

In a quick breeze, then there's silence

Throughout the mountainous regions that lie

Below my eyes and beyond

A leaf falls to the earth

The breeze weaves around the mountains with an unknown sound

Then it fades to a whisper

As the wind comes back with another secret to tell me

Music is the soul of a harmonic life

It fills your mind with positiveness

It gets your mind motivated

It releases the soul lying within you

Gets it dancing, gets it singing

The best song you have ever heard

The power of music, if properly used,

Can get your  life going harmonicly and your soul singing melodicly

A song never heard before...

The ancient lakes lie there

With their age-old waters

It rests on the mountaintops

Decorated with trees and rocks

They breath the breath of life

Which what the mountain teems with

Surely we know of no such place

But with the power of dreaming,

We can distort reality...

last night
in the break
of cicada chorus
a moment
of quiet
of peace
accidently
alighted
on my lap

i was still
when i
felt it
my mind
venus flytrap
slowly closed
around it
squeezed it
sucked it dry

nourished
grip released
mind opened
the dead moment
fell down
around my feet
blew across
dusty floorboards
under my bed

I'm going to post 3 poems that I wrote when I was younger.  The first one was written around 1987 when I was still a practicing fundamentalist Christian.  I was 22, married to my first husband and had a 2 year old little girl.  The basic meaning of the poem is true for me still even though my belief system has altered quite a bit since then.

My Life's Prayer--

I don't need riches

or famous name

for when life's over

they'll burst in flame.

Great Lord on High allow me

these three things, I pray,

and I'll try to use them

for service on my earthly stay.

The first of these is Charity;

Love, the greatest of three,

as in First Corinthians Thirteen,

this I want for me.

The second of these is Wisdom;

to know what's right and true.

Not only just to know this

but also this to do.

The final thing that I would ask

that you allow for me;

Serenity and Contentment

through all that comes to be.

Lord God if you would grant me

Charity, Wisdom and Serenity,

I would be most greatful

and Christ would shine to all through me.

Now I can't really remember the chronology but I am thinking this one may have been written around the same time.  I was pretty young when I wrote it.

--Ugly Duckling--

I'm an ugly duckling--

Can't you see?

Where are the others

of my family?

I'm an ugly duckling--

Have always been.

Don't fit now--

I don't fit in.

I'm a square peg

in a world of round holes;

A beautiful flower

in a garden of potatoes.

When my family comes for me

I'll fly away to join,

with glee.

I'll turn to the

world and say,

"Now, you see?"

I'm a lovely swan;

Have been all along.

You just didn't know

how to sing my song.

So flap your wings

and puddle in your pond.

I'm flying up

to where I belong.

This one I wrote sometime between 1994 and 1998 when I realized my first marriage wasn't working.

                                              --Empty Love--

                                       What is it you're thinking of

                                           when you're with me?

                                                Can't you see,

                                                  I want to be

                                                intimately free.

                                       But the barriers are too thick,

                                   and the false walls are made of brick--

                                                to tear them down

                                             would be a magic trick.

                                              Why did passion die--

                                                     Why oh why

                                                  do we live a lie?

                                                I'm not what you want,

                                                 you don't satisfy me,

                                                 yet we stay together

                                                     for propriety.

                                                    --Empty Love--

                                             What is it you're thinking of

                                                  when you're with me?

A thoat of the life in my night,
a thoat of the madness of the distiny,
a respect and a gratitude for all the knight,
who fighted for honor and dignity,
 
a feeling of all kind of emotion,
in depth ; a feeling of grace and beauty,
but the deception for those who spread that dreadfull poisson,
and changed the world by drawning in so much misery,
 
hate is a non sense word to me,
though, I wonders will I ever feel it,
a restless treason for been guilty,
and a willing to open that gate,
 
this word, this feeling was the one who made the history,
battles, war and blood were it crimes,
so many uncountable stories,
changed from innocence into a heavy storm,
 
could hate be more stronger than anger,
more immortal than love,
more cruel than hunger,
and so complicated to be solve,
 
a bow for your strenght,
a pity for my soul,
it is well written your path,
and mine shall end up in the court of law.

What can I say of the time I spent under your horizon?
Mountain meadows slide in rivers between our bodies
Flowing away toward restless sea's. Seperating me from your shore.
Trying to find some shelter from the rain falling remiders of your storms
Wind whispering canyons, echoing visions of you in my dreams.
Everything that sits in my path has taken on your shape.

I place my hand against the craking statue of your form,
my hand warmed touching the marble skin of your soul.
Listening for a murmering song beating inside of your din,
my imagination flows
within the dark streams of your hair escaping the memory;
I'm searching the black of your eyes.
I can still see the dying day disapearing from your sight
as you push away
from fortune,
returning to your night.

My heart left behind,
watching my sun break into your stars leaves the world an empty place
where strangers pass through your time.
Where nothing can take me away from the thoughts of your life.
Here is the silence where I listen for the return of your footsteps.

The ancient ponds cry out to us

Begging us to save them.

But yet, we still pollute them

Not knowing the importance lying within

Its polluted waters, slowly fading away.

Has the devil led us this way?

If nothing is done to this world,

How can they have another day?

Of harmony, of freedom

Of the fresh air flying past

But all these have been destroyed

By our evil hands.

But we still have time.

We can make a better world

Upgrade its works

'Till it reaches the point

Where all dreams are fulfilled.

tonight I left my poems
lying unfolded in the doorway

perception changed as I walked away
and I saw the world spinning away
into the untold. so I fell to pray

and I was filled. so
I let go

and everything fell away
into distant unknowns. There
is where I saw myself standing
in silent light.

an ancient minute with its rust-barbed seconds
wraps itself around a shard of last night's dream
so tightly that i must need soak it all day
in a slick bath of synthetic memories
release trapped archetypes for scouring, buffing and polishing

these i plan to retool tonight
refit them into the motif engine 
harnessed to my mind
possesing the power and force
to pull me kicking and screaming
into my next life of next week