“If you feel lost, disappointed, hesitant, or weak, return to yourself, to who you are, here and now and when you get there, you will discover yourself, like a lotus flower in full bloom, even in a muddy pond, beautiful and strong.”
― Masaru Emoto,
Walking through the question marks
Where will I go in this dark?
With the light dimming behind
How will I go being blind?
Screaming in my head, holding the candle near
Where will I go from here?
The path is crooked with cliffs along the way
Fear says never to go but only to stay
When there’s no sight from lack of light there remains no assurance in the steps. My soul’s being torn between ravenous beasts manifested by my torment. Faith, will you save me now? Will you come on the white horse of sanity and redeem my soul? These wasps follow me, stinging me where ever I go. I can hear the buzz of their wings while I sleep. There’s no healing from the swelling injections filled with the puss of their rape. What parts of me have died or are dying? Why can’t I tell? I know that bricks are missing in my wall and deleterious eyes stare at me from the holes. With all of this hell raging in and around me, I call out, as we all do in the foxholes of life, “GOD HELP ME”! He will, but how, it escapes me, but when, it eludes me, and in this moment I hang to what I know from His dealings with me in the past. I know He’ll help me, I know He’ll come, I know I’ll survive and be stronger yet for the next wave of human devils and demon thoughts.
Bringing you to passions door
The flames burn hot and long
We consummate the lore
Together in universal rhythm we tread
Heat of friction driving your desire
Caught in throes, an endless sky our bed
Bringing creation to savor the burst,
I find you my sweet fragrance
Satiated with passions thirst.
Tide of lust breaking ground in blurs
Flamed tongues burn hot and long
Embracing you a yearning stirs
Crashing through passions door
Leaving you shaking in pleasure
Gliding on weakened wings we soar
When again on those heights we tread
Let the torrid heat drive our desire high
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repeated often till meaning dies
revealing my weakness for your body
are but an honorable mention
calling and seducing me to lay in your arms
carried you to me from afar
whose temptations take me from reality to fantasy
sung endlessly while children clap their hands
crashing your sexuality over my beaches
perfect beauty so many times compared
striking the lies of men and melting my soul to yours
the common seen on every poet’s page
possessing the beginning and ending of my life
Also published in Life As A Human Magazine
First published in Opinionsofeye.com
― Meredith Taylor
Walking in silence ’cause your wings are maimed
Nettle from the wings, wings without air.
Doubt resurrects, it’ll keep coming back again.
Also published in Wingposse, September 2012