Sunday, April 23, 2006

rain's reign

there is no downpour more copious than the tears of a broken heart

Thursday, April 13, 2006

the little girl

the little girl stood on the hill

the air was quiet, the night was still

torments around her outside in

she had to run

internal din

she found a place cushioned and warm

where she felt so far from harm

it was a lake so deep and black

as she dove in she did not look back

within the liquid artifice

lost alone a place like this

and everytime the anguish felt

in these toxic waters

she would melt

 

 

 

my friend

my friend today you're feeling bad

you're in my life im feeling glad

you lend support you're  kind and true

wish the world had more like you

 

my eyes open again

in emotional contusion

isolation and sorrow

an unholy fusion

 

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

another morning i awaken

seeing steps i have not taken

moving forward pace is slowing

why is life such hard  hard going

head looking around my atmosphere

wishing i was anywhere but here

but here i sit inside myself

sadness creeping with its stealth

 

Saturday, April 8, 2006

drops

the rainlets fell upon her face

mingling with her tears

they found their place

Monday, April 3, 2006

the antidote to the aforementioned human state

for those of us who dare to surmise

that this path is not too wise

who choose to walk with awkward gait

hoping it is not too late

as long as we can breathe and live

we can find what life has to give

open heart and open mind

forgetting bad was left behind

love of all things matters most

sad memories a forgotten ghost

 

the human condition today's rendition

in today's edition of the human condition

we have a refrain of the old rendition

be careful outside dont let it slip

because on your feelings you might trip

lost in the trap self imposed isolation

soul depriving, intense desolation

walk this path of rocks and stone

destined forever to be alone

 

Saturday, April 1, 2006

the emotional map

human contortions

everybody' s crap

their bloated proportions

warped depressions

highs in their lows

just running in circles

got  nowhere to go

and never forgetting

you dont let it show

waking up to themselves

someone they dont know

hal

hal the coyote just wanted to live

didnt cause any trouble

no problem did he give

hunted down said he didnt belong

before he was caught

he was running strong

decimated by the hand of man

doing the usual worst it can

rest in peace wild thing of the night

where you are now, youll be alright

 

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i am older than dirt and proud of it!!!! i have managed to incorporate my eternal 60's nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga, the beach, waking up in the morning. i find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. i have added sketching, watercolor painting, and photography to my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from living with a chronic illness, i have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance. P.S. all painting, poems and photographs are my originals karen Lyons kalmenson