Category: Poetry Corner

This is Your Healing

Cry
fall and break.
Lie still and shatter
but keep going.
Wallow in the mud
so you don't drown.
Never stop swimming
you don't need fins
not wings
you just need to keep moving.
missteps do not dismiss
your steps.
Get it together and wipe your tears. 
Then go again.

Four Seasons

Four Seasons

September is when I, 
find myself.
October is when I, 
know myself.
November is when I,
 establish myself.
December is when I,
Commit myself.
With each season
a little more
I Am myself.

Freedom

Freedom

What does any of us know
about freedom?

Have you felt high
knowing no fear.

You walk down the road
with steps light like the air.

Have you felt the wind
sweep you along.

Knowing worldly cares
do not belong
where you are.

Freedom is the treasure
when you have nothing,
owe no one
and belong to no doctrine.

Freedom is a fat camel
that glides through the needle's eye:

unbothered
unprepared
but unencumbered
by Life's cares.

Freedom is losing it all
but knowing finally
you have gained your soul
by breaking through life's prison walls.

Blessed Life

 Blessed Life

Everything worthwhile is up hill
and the Son shines there the brightest.
A blessed life gives life,
abundantly,
continually,
without fail.
A blessed life lets you follow
a stream of comfort when you are low
and makes your faith grow and grow.
It lets you leave the darkness behind
to follow the light.
It takes you from the end
and brings you to a newness
you could never comprehend,
unless you had seen it.
Your problem meets your best life,
with your blessed life,
cries with joy and surrenders all.
At the core is the source of all life
and whatever you lose
will come right back to you.
That is a blessed life.
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Stuff

Stuff

Stuff's just stuff
nothing much
can be realised
with stuff.
More money, cars and so much stuff
just not enough
to keep you satisfied.
Stuff gets damaged
stuff gets destroyed
stuff doesn't matter
when they become your toys.
Stuff is a choice of whether you have enough
Stuff are just stuff
in the end,
they do not matter.

Revolution (I’m Willing to Fight)

Revolution (I'm Willing to Fight)

All the way up
I' willing to fight.
Who knows what's right
When it's your very life
at the stakes.
Death seems a shadow
vanguisehd by the light
that suddeny
bursts inside your head.

Fear is dead
in the fight to thrive
in a system that seeks
to lock you in
landlocked.
The enemy is within
your own camp.

Must I draw my weapon
show you my mettle to tear
you down?
After all, you don't care.

Wait

Wait

Now wait.
Wait,
wait the livelong day,
the steps may be shorter here
and you may fall.
you may be tired
but wait.
it's hard 
when the way is cloudy
and everything seems in vain,
wait.
The waiting is hard
but wait.

You move premature
grab at straws,
fall,
into detours
that make you obscure.

Wait,
and while you wait,
pray.