Mothers

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Do you believe in Angels?

 

Not the kind spoken of in fairytales or myths

I speak of the Angels in direct charge of our spirit

Burdened with the task of seeing us through it all

Guiding us over every self imposed obstacle

Pointing in one direction or the other ever so subtly

Letting us believe that free will led us to where we stand

 

Do you believe in Angels?

 

Those with very specific knowledge of our individual needs

Ones that would go to war with a myriad of Demons

Before letting a dark day turn ominous or oppressive

Angels that have walked alongside us from our beginning

Oftentimes holding our hand or providing a pleasant whisper

Just to make us smile inside and out with comfort and joy

 

Do you believe in Angels?

 

Celestial providers of divine direction straight from above

No proof of their existence but for the warmth of the sun

No voice to give them except for the familiar tones of childhood

Much like the soothing voice of our Mother as dark clouds rolled in

I am convinced that this is exactly who our Angels have always been

Just as I am certain there are now two in direct charge of my path

 

I believe

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Territorial

tumblr_mn1xacvvNn1rnrss4o1_500Move hastily any and all who dare

Swim in the deeper darker waters

To leave no trace and make no sound

Guarantees not your safe passage

 

Arrogance and egotism splash wildly

As retribution breathes deep far below

A silent yet stealthy killing machine

Firmly dialed into it’s predatory pattern

 

Make no mistake regarding who belongs

This possessor of such powerful elegance

Perilous adjudicator of unpredictable force

Shall enforce it’s rule swiftly and silently

 

Return to the land from where you began

Not so long ago as to know timeless survival

Look upon these scars earned throughout aeons

An infinity of war stories told upon leathery skin 

 

The safety brought about by man’s sheer ignorance

Does not exist beyond the buoys of private beaches

 I warn you to speedily make your way to shore

Or realize the metallic taste of territorial justice

Beneath The Surface

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The struggle to stay afloat churns the surface

Drawing the attention of mindless man eaters

A strong will to survive and stamina to endure

The constant rise and fall of this ravenous tide

 

Air to breathe and bright sun keep hope alive

As a menacing intensity drives the undertow

Gravity pulls downward with weight of despair

As sharks start to circle in hungry anticipation

 

Strength renewed could easily see you to shore

While the spirit within provides limitless fight

Yet a peaceful realization takes hold of the mind

While surface waters rage in aquatic turbulence

 

The perils to avoid most certainly reside above 

While the surface hides perfection in quietude

A calm like no other can be found in the depths

The most beautiful rays of light can be viewed

 

From Below

 

 

 

 

Journeyman

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Poised and proud in his daily progression

Ready to leave behind every transgression

All new paths lead to his future unknown

Mists of doubt and cold shadows are shown

Light breaking through dark curtains of rain

Maybe just lightning, new infliction of pain

Carefully he treads through ominous places

Noting grim dispositions on everyone’s faces 

Though he grows increasingly weary and weak

He only hears the voices of his guardians speak

Onward as he carries his heart on both sleeves

His spirit rises in the night as he truly believes

A better place has been saved for him to reside

He quickens his pace and lengthens his stride

Moving away from physical things left behind

Watching his past, present, and future unwind

 

Surrealife

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Colors vibrant within each moonlit night

After sundown such beauty to behold

Twilight paints life in brilliant light

As we wait for grand mysteries to unfold

 

Tricks on the eyes eternally  played

As spirits in the wind come to dance

The palette of Mother Nature displayed

Through silver light we are held in trance

 

These same things never seen under sun

Dreamlike visions disappear at dawn

Daylight chases as apparitions turn to run

Mesmerizing specters return once Sol is gone

 

Bathing in the beauty held inside the dark

Colorful abundance in vast and vivid array

Whispering voices in the breeze hit the mark

With the silent sound of color to portray

 

In the light such sights are impossible

As reality is bleached by suns beams

 The night makes all things so believable

Illuminated truth as Luna’s light streams

 

Inside each night is held new optimism

So we return to our Mother Natures stage

Gazing upon miracles cast from her prism

In hopes of glimpsing keys to a new age

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I so anxiously anticipate her every arrival

Once again she has returned to my sensibility

To haunt my nights and fever my dreams

Holding me captive under her wicked spell

 

An exquisitely mysterious spectral being

Casting shadows upon my weary mind

Replacing sunlight with her dreary grays

She keeps them in abundance just for me

 

I watch her spin and twirl under gloomy sky

As if a ballerina were possessed by the night

She tells her tale thru fascinating movement

Entranced by the haunting beauty of her sway

She keeps me mesmerizingly spellbound

 

A myriad of shadows follow her every move

As every silvery shade comes to life above her

Occasional azure hues bring tension to the fold

As she twists and drifts throughout my thoughts

 

The cold she brings is a welcomed shift in climate

As it passively tempers my often fiery recollections

There is an ominously stormy reality to her presence

Yet I find much comfort in her intermittent company

 

She never ventures too close to the veil between us

Her otherworldly existence keeps her out of reach

I am captivated by her terrifyingly strong charisma

But fear the consequences of breaking the invisible seal

So she shall remain beautifully yet undeniably elusive

 

She will be gone again soon….she never stays for long

And once again I will be left alone in her absence

To ponder the meaning of her existence in my life

I know one thing for certain though…..I shall miss her

 

I always do………

 

Life Sentence

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Miracle of birth as the clock begins to tick

Every breath leaves us one less until our last

Sands of time sifting through hourglass existence

Shifting, drifting, casting future into past

 

Unknown end meets definitive continuance

As survival happens without clue to duration

Living in uncertainty, traveling hand in hand

Without knowledge of each date of expiration

 

Unpredictable end should bring urgency to life

Leave no stone unturned so others walk your trail

Forge new ground leaving distinctive telltale sign

Monument to your presence recognizable without fail

 

Make haste and do these things as quickly as you can

Waste not another single second on your useless crying

Leave a lasting testament to your enduring legacy

For truth be told….As soon as your born….you’re dying