Peace Full...for Steve

Let my words rise in colors as the sun 
from my solar center....
peacefully
Flowing easily out upon a stream of
baby blue consciousness

My words wax as wishes.....

Pastel panoramic painted poems sent out

from my throat chakra

also baby blue

and adult true....Pieces of peace,

my words
are borne to be

For you, I wish them to wash you free.... as a river

of serenity flowing o'er you

May the vibrations of my truth rising through the
words I choose
comfort you, and perhaps, you too,
will share your words of peace
in pastels, pencils and paintings as they rise
of your sun center....
Peace full

Let us share the personal pieces of our

                     selves..... peacefully.....

                                                                                                     together

Weapons of Self Destruction

Invited to your personal war

I decline

Invited to a pity party

I decline

Invited to a battle of wits

I decline

Invited to an ego fest

No thanks

 

I choose to accept the invitation

from the peace of my

own voice

I choose peace and quiet

Stillness and subtle

yet profound counsel with

my inner peace monger

It's how I roll

 

You are invited to join me

However, you must leave those

weapons of self destruction

at the door

When you're ready, let me

know

Peace, baby

 

Fly Flags of Flowers

 

 

Hey, what ever happened to that

peace thing?

What ever happened to loving

your brother

ALL your brothers and

sisters?

 

Why do we still argue about

skin color

or ethnicity?

 

Why are some of us so

afraid of ourselves

still

That we will attack

another person

For any reason....

 

Hard to say?

Figure it out, friend

 

Whatever happened

to love

and caring and

feeding those souls

that starve?

 

What ever happened

to sharing

and not littering

the planet

 

Hard to say?

Clean this place up!

 

What ever

happened to

common decency?

 

What happened

to you and

me

 

Hard to say?

Where are you under all that

everyday damage?

 

Climb with me to that

ground high

Let us lift our voices

again

 

Hold my hand in your hippie

skirt and bare feet

Don your patchouli

pungent

Fly flags of flowers around

your neck

 

Love me free, comb my

hair...flowing

Dance in the streets in the mid

day sun

Take a day off work and

take a nap in the park

 

Fly flags of flowers from

windows

Hand flowers out to the wandering

strangers

void of beauty in their

lives

 

What happened to us

people?

 

Hard to say?

Make it easy once

again

 

 

 

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Silent Soliloquy

 

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Vibration

Correlation

Insubordination

Negotiation

 

Aria Sweet

Composition Complete

Revise....Repeat

Revamp...Retreat

 

Voices are energy

Thoughts their synergy

Met in synchronicity

My silent soliloquy

 

My voice vibrates best

In space.....stillness quest

The noise I detest

Life I must digest

 

My voice heard in silence

Needing no definition of science

My life knows no compliance

Of human ways denying reliance

 

Of nature to show the way

Of the night flowing into day

Of calm in the storm's relay

Of the beauty... the star's display

 

My voice is one of perfect harmony

For my voice is  simply just me

Speaking the truth of many connected centuries

Peace, love, truth... sung in silent soliloquy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Like a Promise

Night breezes blow in gently
tempting the morrow to come
and come it shall....
like a promise

Knowing the day will relentlessly follow the night
comforts her
Knowing the night provides the peace of respite
after the long days spent
chasing
and
running
Her anxiety adjourns
for sacred slumbered hours so pristine and  precious

Chasing what?
Running to or from....what?

Running to keep from standing
still
For in the still moments
she is free to recall
the past
the void
the ache
the sad memories...

In the chase, she moves towards an end
that never appears
In the fevered cantor of the run
she feels the fleeting freedom
she seeks so strongly
yet can not gift herself

Breaking the ribbon of the finish line
first, alone
puzzled to have reached it
once again
She hesitates... scans her sector
checks her pulse
ties her frayed laces and is off
once more
no one there to cheer her on
no one there
no cheer

no one

Running to the morrow
back in the chase
Seeking that promise of the
new day
Always seeking

Knowing it will come again

she runs....

 

The Very Thing We Sought

Ashes in the  dust

Love rapes trust

Inner struggle, inner war

Taking less while wanting more

of the very thing we sought

What we speak is what we create

Do we cooperate or do we compete

If we align and intersect

How soon until we reject

the very thing we sought

My voice vibes out into the waves

Telling a story about my days as a slave

To a bottle filled with guilt and shame

Inebriated and numb, dry and void of rain

..the very thing I sought

Inside the answers lie down deep

We shovel the shit on top of our joy... fast asleep

The joy bursting forth some how, some way

And you find yourself with a choice one day

To allow the very thing you sought

The spoils of my war is joy today

In your struggle you will find your way

The days deep become your best friends

Because you realize so deeply when the pain ends

Inside.... you always owned that very thing you sought