Bad, Bad Poetry

[silver]

For Sean

[silver]

[silver]

He loved birds.

[silver]

[silver]

[silver]

[silver]

I still yearn to give you all that I can
even though there's no more you to give to.

It won't stop, I don't see how it can
I don't see how I can stop those feelings.

Each of us is a little whirlwind, like we see
on the city streets or in a field of green...

Here, for a brief time, stirring things up, ha ha,
dancing and singing; laughing and crying.

We give of our artistry from our hearts, our spirits
upon the altar of life itself, bowing, then looking up

and into one another's eyes with a gleam and a smile.
How can we kill the belief we will see each other again?

[silver]

I walked into my living room a little bit ago,
And there was a moth on the wall near the lamp.
I thought how odd to see a moth in the house.

That never happens here…
Well, you know, insects are often thought of
As signs from deceased loved-ones and it's not

The first time I've seen an unusual bug or butterfly
Show up at an unusual time and wondered 'if…'
Before, I would have easily swatted it dead

Without a second thought, but today I decided
To figure out how to get him safely out the front door
And on its way, so I took a styrofoam cup and easily

Shooed it into the cup with my free hand and let it
Safely flutter away outside my door, and that was that.
It felt liberating to do that. He had a mark on his back

Collar area shaped just like a shield - black with a
Small red mark of some sort in the center. How easy
Is that, to make up stories like, it was a message from

My dearly departed son, that he has been knighted
And given honor wherever he is now and stopped by
Just to check up on me. Love is crazy like that.

silver - 8/20/13

[silver]

If my Sean were still here, I'd teach him this song, no matter how old he would be - I know he'd sing along with me.
(This song reminds me of this place, Lol.)

[silver]

This one isn't mine, but it's not half bad.



A Tear and a Smile

I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
for the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes
to flow from my every part turn into laughter.

I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.

A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding
of life's secrets and hidden things.
A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and
to be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.

A tear to unite me with those of broken heart;
a smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.

I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than
that I live weary and despairing.

I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the
depths of my spirit, for I have seen those who are
satisfied the most wretched of people.
I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and longing,
and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.

With evening's coming the flower folds her petals
and sleeps, embracing her longing.
At morning's approach she opens her lips to meet
the sun's kiss.

The life of a flower is longing and fulfilment.
A tear and a smile.

The waters of the sea become vapour and rise and come
together and area cloud.

And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys
until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping
to the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to return
to the sea, it's home.

The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting.
A tear and a smile.

And so does the spirit become separated from
the greater spirit to move in the world of matter
and pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow
and the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death
and return whence it came.

To the ocean of love and beauty ...... to God.

~Kahlil Gibran

[silver]

To me, this is poetry ~ I share it with you.

[silver]

Can't Stop Me

You can take the truth, and make it bend,
train the youth, and tame my friends.
You can lie to my face to make amends, but you can never stop me.
You can intimidate the masses, and manipulate their classes,
to trap them for life with all your debt and your taxes, but that can never stop me.
What you call a free nation, I call abomination,
which you want me to fight for like a moral obligation,
while you wage more wars with no validation.
Selling freedom through citations, brushing off our accusations,
and forcing us to change when we don’t show our admiration,
but it’s hard to show you love when it’s such an aberration.
This is why you’ll never stop me.
You spy on my spine through each line, combined with my mind,
when I undermine lies and the facts you confine, so now you’ll try to stop me.
You can take my rights, you can take my breath,
then you can use my life to show them death. That’s when you think you’ve stopped me…
To the thugs in power, just wait and see, these words you read will outlive me,
and sooner or later they’ll all agree and live their lives how it’s meant to be.
Now ask yourselves, did you really stop me?

~helloevo (SpiritualForums)

[silver]

.......learning to be as free as a bird

[silver]

If someone drives you
crazy, it's a fact that they
arrived before you.

[silver]

Two days ago, I found a feather on my way into a store around noontime, as I was walking along right next to the building to avoid the sun.  I came upon this feather in my path...it was a light golden brown with faint white along the quill.  The feather part was pristine and the quill end appeared to have been crushed, possibly by a vehicle, but it was still intact...I picked it up and put it carefully in my purse.  When I got home, I measured it to be 16-1/2" inches long.  Yeah, that had to be quite the bird.

Moments ago, on the 'other' forum (spiritualforums.com), one of the members had posted a thread about finding feathers a lot in her runs and hearing a particular song on the radio more often than she expected, and wondered if there might be 'a message' or some significance to her, and she sort of jokingly passed it off as being temporarily in la-la land. 

I didn't recognize the song at first, but then I checked it out and found that it was, or I chose to believe that it was a sign for me.
We humans live by symbolism, I've found this to be true my whole life, but just like life itself, the symbolism is what you may make of it. 



^ ^ ^
There's the feather I found...




Here's the song.


All of these synchronicities touch me so deeply I cannot say.