Posted on September 12, 2011 by
~ L.B.Nelson
Mellow-strange it is at first.
Choiceless soul enwrapped
Within the surreal, fleecy blanket of grey clouds
Crocheted loosely.
Here-and-there
Golden, sun-glow threads
Woven throughout;
Beautiful-sobering;
Oddly serene.
Seemingly infinite textile;
Dissipates slowly, then scatters;
Now-and-then sparkles
Left behind.
Great mercy
While stepping through
What is left for us to do.
Posted on November 30, 2010 by
~Jessieca Cervantez
I sit
and wonder, why?
Pessimism is the only route he sees with his eyes
when his plans don’t go his way
I tell him everything will be okay
Yet he can’t feel the hope for his brighter days
I push him to move on from the past
but my advice he chooses not to grasp
accept the Now and all of this shall pass
regardless, the negative energy he emits causes the universe to give it all back
effecting the events throughout his present lifetime to relapse
I have a feeling he is a lost soul who doesn’t believe he can progress
and I’m afraid these hard feelings he’ll take with his vessel till he lay down to rest
Though I will not give up, I still want to help, and I have tried
but first, it’s up to him to allow his EGO to die
Posted on November 30, 2010 by
~Jessieca Cervantez
Our dear mother earth is filling up with great pollution.
We all have to group and
Come up with a solution.
Humanity, lets tie up all these loose ends.
You see,
Crisis ignites evolution.
And evolution gives rise to revolution,
Leading to spontaneous evolution.
Providence is waiting for those who seek it.
Let’s speak benevolence to all those who need it:
You DON’T have a soul.
You ARE a soul.
You have a BODY.
Some societies think they need all these,
Hard evidence and cold keys,
In order to explain the unknown probabilities.
Listen, I can be your guide.
Just for a moment, have an open mind.
Please.
Understanding, comprehension, and will is what we need.
Fiscals, false idols, and fear is what they feed.
The good season for true reason.
Will shine upon and we’ll soon get even.
My whole meaning is to rid of the evil being.
Dear human race,
Believing is seeing.
Posted on April 18, 2010 by
~Jenuine
I am the mother of my poetry
for each new poem is a labor of love
each one is conceived
and woven together
in the womb of my soul
each one flutters and kicks inside me
dancing into being
and when
each one is pushed forth into life
there is pain
there is rending
there is a grueling labor
and then
there is
joy
sweet
ecstatic
euphoric
bliss
and wonder–
the kind that lets hours escape
while you gaze upon that
which is made up of the very pieces of you
the kind that makes you weep at what beauty
can come out of such a dark place inside of you
and is brought to life through such pain
the kind that erupts in irrepressible smile
out of the blue to daydream how
this new creation will move through the world–
I love my poetry
with a conviction I cannot comprehend
with a loyalty I cannot name
with a tenderness I cannot explain
other than:
I am the mother of my poetry.
Posted on April 10, 2010 by
~JLC
She did a damage
to your soul
made you bitter,
turned you cold.
She did a damage
to your ego,
crippled it
when she chose to go.
She did a damage to your pride
and you chose her
to be your bride.
She did a damage
I can’t undue
to forget that pain is up to you.