Monday, March 29, 2004
Sometimes I wonder at the loneliness
And I have this strange and terrible feeling
That no matter what I do it would never go away
And even with an eternal companion
I would still wander restless
Look out at the stars at night
And wonder if this is all there is to life
And now I realize
That this is not restlessness
Nor is this loneliness
Yet it is some combination of the two
And it is yearning
Yearning for what
I do not know
But I wish to find out, to know, and to quench this yearning
Or suffer this thirst of longing forever more
And I have this strange and terrible feeling
That no matter what I do it would never go away
And even with an eternal companion
I would still wander restless
Look out at the stars at night
And wonder if this is all there is to life
And now I realize
That this is not restlessness
Nor is this loneliness
Yet it is some combination of the two
And it is yearning
Yearning for what
I do not know
But I wish to find out, to know, and to quench this yearning
Or suffer this thirst of longing forever more
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
Swinging
Swinging on my big swing
Swinging up so high
I believe that my toes can touch the sky
Between the two trees
That hover before me
Back and forth
My fingers clasping the callused rope
The wooden seat my only anchor
Reliving old memories of childhood
Tall trees
Blue sky
Sand upon the ground
Yellow flowers amidst green blades of grass
Puddles on the ground
Like pools of dreamlight in the eve
Laughing
Remembering
The Past
Swinging on my big swing
Swinging up so high
I believe that my toes can touch the sky
Between the two trees
That hover before me
Back and forth
My fingers clasping the callused rope
The wooden seat my only anchor
Reliving old memories of childhood
Tall trees
Blue sky
Sand upon the ground
Yellow flowers amidst green blades of grass
Puddles on the ground
Like pools of dreamlight in the eve
Laughing
Remembering
The Past
Thursday, March 18, 2004
Imperfections
I have
Scabs on my elbows
My heels are cracked
My bod is imperfect
My hair is a mess
I am not intelligent
Yet I love freely
And I find that a true gift
I have
Scabs on my elbows
My heels are cracked
My bod is imperfect
My hair is a mess
I am not intelligent
Yet I love freely
And I find that a true gift
Friday, March 12, 2004
A dream
An illusion
A mystical mirage of something
Lost in the mists
In the desert
In the swirls of water
In the deep dark fire
In my heart
Love
In the end
Is all that matters
An illusion
A mystical mirage of something
Lost in the mists
In the desert
In the swirls of water
In the deep dark fire
In my heart
Love
In the end
Is all that matters
Monday, March 01, 2004
Departing
Look forward
Never look back
Trees
Receding into misty mountains
Like old and ancient ink drawings
Then a tip of white mist blurred at the edge of the horizon
Then nothing but mist
White mist
Then blue skies
Then sunlight hitting a plane wing
Then nothing but the sky
Leaving
Cup of tea
As I leave
The old country
Death of Pain
She lies there
half-dying
begging for mercy
Death eludes her
as Pain racks her body
She tries to close her eyes
But the darkness that envelopes her
Threatens to eat and overwhelm her till she is nothing
And she is frightened
Hating her reality
Afraid of what lies beyond
Can't go both ways
Can't remain here for an eternity
of pain
Can't someone help her
She screams
Let her live
A life without fear
A life without pain
It is the last thought that crosses her mind
As she closes her eyes
Turbulence
Turbulence lifts me up
And for a moemnt I am soaring
Until I'm brought down into my body
Spring
Spring
The wind blows
Through the trees
A sign of spring
Wind
In the end
THe only thing that matters
Is the perfect smell of the wind
Black and White
Black and white
Stones on tiles
Life and death
Earth and Heaven
Yin and Yang
Drop them now
And you will never have balance
Cursed
Cursed
till death
Of a heart
In the dark
Are you lost, young man? Come to the two hundred and twenty five thousand year old immortal and tell her what you're looking for. Maybe she can help you find it.
999 years have passed by and I am still waiting here.
Shadows Outside my Door
I imagine shadows outside my door
I imagine so many shadows until they would not come
My reality so different from my imagination
White and Black Shadows
White shirt
Black silk pants
Long tall height
Whispering through the corridors
In the dark shadows
of my mind
©all poetry copyrighted by marilyn 2004Look forward
Never look back
Trees
Receding into misty mountains
Like old and ancient ink drawings
Then a tip of white mist blurred at the edge of the horizon
Then nothing but mist
White mist
Then blue skies
Then sunlight hitting a plane wing
Then nothing but the sky
Leaving
Cup of tea
As I leave
The old country
Death of Pain
She lies there
half-dying
begging for mercy
Death eludes her
as Pain racks her body
She tries to close her eyes
But the darkness that envelopes her
Threatens to eat and overwhelm her till she is nothing
And she is frightened
Hating her reality
Afraid of what lies beyond
Can't go both ways
Can't remain here for an eternity
of pain
Can't someone help her
She screams
Let her live
A life without fear
A life without pain
It is the last thought that crosses her mind
As she closes her eyes
Turbulence
Turbulence lifts me up
And for a moemnt I am soaring
Until I'm brought down into my body
Spring
Spring
The wind blows
Through the trees
A sign of spring
Wind
In the end
THe only thing that matters
Is the perfect smell of the wind
Black and White
Black and white
Stones on tiles
Life and death
Earth and Heaven
Yin and Yang
Drop them now
And you will never have balance
Cursed
Cursed
till death
Of a heart
In the dark
Are you lost, young man? Come to the two hundred and twenty five thousand year old immortal and tell her what you're looking for. Maybe she can help you find it.
999 years have passed by and I am still waiting here.
Shadows Outside my Door
I imagine shadows outside my door
I imagine so many shadows until they would not come
My reality so different from my imagination
White and Black Shadows
White shirt
Black silk pants
Long tall height
Whispering through the corridors
In the dark shadows
of my mind
