Deep Poetry for Saturday, May 14, 2011

Be still Be calm Shut out reality Let the cleansing waters of meditation lull your mind Be still Be patient Breathe in goodness Exhale all the sadness Embedded in your pores Be still Be quiet Drown out the voices Expell the harshness and cruelty of the tongue Be still Be healed Embrace the warmth of the sun on your skin Be still Be you Empower your soul with the peace that solitude brings Sign in to see full entry.

Here in this darkened room Everything is a wonder No walls, no ground, no roof Just hands, a pen and a paper The idea is to bloom, When all words join together Lifts me up to the blue moon A kind of “self-chase matter” I’m gonna cry very soon For my soul can’t take this pressure Tears will be shaped by the mood Then all things will be clearer Sign in to see full entry.

The heart of a city is sick and blue. Its streets are stricken with arrythmia too. The beats are uneven from lack of grass. Its grates on cement walks seep out gas. The high rise scrapers hide the sun and its bleeding heart is on the run. But it can't escape. The smog's too thick. It's falling apart brick by brick. The heart of a city is being squeezed and it cries aloud for it can't be eased. Sign in to see full entry.

I could sense the imminent airy spirit when your lips came close to me literally engulfing me and putting me ablaze I never thought that epiphanic moment could encroach upon my illusion. Sign in to see full entry.

In the beginning it was never questioned, what it was, it seemed harmless enough. This thing of thinking in words, this self talk of the mind, a discipline which is tough. Mind ranging all over society for that matter all over the land. Australia with its diverse multiculturalism and ethnic diversity to understand. The mind and the words, never ending words, mind ranging all day. Nothing is like this mind self talk with its agility, speed, its abstraction to play. Flying around inside ones head... Sign in to see full entry.

Some days seem short, some days seem long, Some days don't want to end... Then we feel weak instead of strong, No longer to pretend. A sudden yawn, a droopy head, Then heavy eyelids prove It's time for us to go to bed, While we've got strength to move! So up the stairs we plod once more, A second yawn to share, Perhaps to kneel upon the floor To offer God a prayer... Then all at once, the lights go out And forty winks begin Beneath the blankets all about, Wrapped tight to keep us in... I need my... Sign in to see full entry.