A Thing Worth Doing

I watched as the day rolled silently past.
It didn’t invoke a thought, or elicit a response.
It didn’t speak as it arrived, nor when it departed.
It simply rolled past my window as if it didn’t know me at all.

You see, it didn’t.

And outside, the world rolled with it.
I watched all the people marching in droves – like lemmings they went.
Not to be outdone, vehemently they chased after their successes.
And me behind the glass, having none of my own to claim.

All I ever wanted was to know real Love.
To paint in black and white the human frailties.
But the world does not stop its hungry pursuit for such triviality.
Not even the crashing glass or bloody shards could sway them.

You see, no one even noticed.

To grasp the human heart of stone with fleshy blood drenched hands!
Words of fire spreading; Awakening the weary souls to things unseen.
That which causes them to be Loved, and to Love.
Now that would be a thing worth doing!

Frankie

I have a dog named Frankie
He is a wiener dog
His coat is brown and silky
His legs are stalky husks
Like rotten toes his breath does smell
But Daddy’s toothbrush cleaned that up
And now my Frankie’s breath is sweet
But daddies breath smells just like feet!

~~ I wrote this poem for my daughter years ago when she was a little girl and we would read it and laugh and laugh! Oh, The Joy! ❤

Vision

I’m already there, in that place I’ve envisioned, sipping tea
whilst waiting restfully for my restless self to arrive.

Thank you, Sammi! That was fun!

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2021/04/24/weekend-writing-prompt-206-restless/

The Second Coming

I came to the wide and open space of darkness
Which for a millennia I had feared
Touted as a place of death and destruction
Very few ever even neared
And it’s true I died there in that place
So many ways in which my ego seared
A hot and burnin hell consumed my creation
‘Till underneath the god in Me appeared
For all beliefs that hid Me from this Knowing
That dusty casement of illusion disappeared
And shining there in all My reigning glory
I saw that All was One to be revered

She Haunts

Yesterday I saw a ghost!
Her eyes where streaked in bronze,
and her thick shining locks were copper –
A blazing gold! Even in death she
radiated beauty – and the heat of anger
at being dead – for she knew she died
far too young – and blamed me!
I DENIED IT! Did I kill the infant in
her crib – Or the angsty teen – or
the fiery woman whose tongue charred
like lightning (she might still be around)?
No! Time was the Killer, not I – I exclaimed!
But she was already gone.
For though she fades, she haunts,
and I may never see my youth again.

The Healing

The cloud enveloped me
A milky white encasement
Drawing out the darkness
In swirls the shadows withdrew
Dissipating into the outer body
My essence embraced those sorrows
The immeasurable fertility of pain
Supercharged my Being
As the body succumbed to the healing
A wave of white energy covered All