Can't Break Me Down

You can’t break what’s already broken

You can’t take what’s already been stolen

You can’t

You can’t break

You can’t break me

You can’t break me

You can’t break me down

You never could.

When the head hangs lowly

And when comfort’s gone astray

Just remember, it could not have wandered far from here…

And when you need it,

When you need what’s inside

The heart will find,

The heart will find it there

And then, all things

All those dark clouds and shaded smiles,

Will become those shapes, the epitomes of clear

You always knew, exactly what to say

A Prayer for Inner Peace

Hopefully everyone has had a very peaceful New Years so far.  And on that note, Mary is tending to tonights Poetics over at D'Verse, where she's discussing just that, Peace.  Please do stop by, read her wonderful article and check out what the other poets have shared.  

And while you're there, may you be filled with both inner and outer peace.  May you find yourself a sanctuary, a respite, from all that ails.   Reflect upon all the things that make you whole and bring you calm, delivering you to your center and all the peace it therein spawns.  

Then, as you stay basking in your blissful glow, if the inspiration finds you there, inhale, take it in and let it grow and grow.  And if you so choose, please do share, for the peace you find, may it find others as well.

I can't tell you how nice it was to find this topic today.  I've been kind of in a certain mode all day, where but only for an hour or so did I make my way beyond the confines of my bedroom walls, only to let the dogs outside and for a few other times of necessity. 

While this hibernation of sorts was certainly a consequence of a massive wave of exhaustion, and while the plethora of sleep it spurred was dearly needed, there's a sense of lost time, wasting the day and sorts that comes with it.  

So, for the past short while now I've been awake.  With the waking grogginess still fresh, I had felt a bit down that I did indeed accomplish nothing whatsoever today.  But, with opening up D'verse tonight changed that mindset simply by seeing the word peace.  

That word, and all it can encompass, instantly brought a reality forth.  Briefly, for the past 20 hours or so, I've been disconnected from everything: light, sound, television, internet, radio, books and magazines.  I only had a very brief conversation with my family earlier in the day. And while I did have my dogs with me for most of the sleeping hours, I was truly apart and away from everything.  

It matters not that it was not by my own choosing either.  This getting away, while revitalizing the body with the rest needed, also, now that I can truly reflect upon it, also provided the mind a sorely needed revitalization of it's own kind.

So, I didn't really have anything prepared to write for this theme tonight, I thought I'd share this story, as it obviously relates, but, seeing this is poetics I thought I'd put a short poem together as well.  

Please, please, please

Let me close my eyes

Please, I beg, please

Let me awaken to

A peaceful serenade,

A Shangri-La, in gentle sway

to fall into

Please, please, please

Bring me love and bring me peace

then, I'll pray, then I'll pray

that I’ll know its face when you do

on that day, and I’ll reciprocate unto

Never letting go, never letting go

Always, forever, always and forever

Having something to hold on to

Embraced always, always embraced

Forever—a warmth, a warmth revealed, 

a smile sealed, embraced and healed,

embraced and healed

Tangent Away

listen to ‘Tangent Away’ on Audioboo

Brisk flashes, suddenly appear

from the vale, they shutter

they jab, they prod, they spear,

Distorting hues collect their mirage

from distant skylines, here

we dodge, in a myriad of triumphant shades

Corruption has a face, one

we’ve all worn, that can still, even to this day,

be seen, if you only stop and stare into memories well

Fate is like a twisting, gnarled root,

always seeking and searching, for the

nourishment found in an ever expanding route

Whenever the weight pushes down—in

ways that you can never properly explain—where pressure mounts

heavy, leaving breaths aghast, just remember….

just remember, that, in all your many unsettling gasps, with every frightening tremor felt deep inside, when overpowering swirls of distress alter your sense of self, bringing nothing but damaging pictorials of imagination…just remember….

Just remember...

you’re only ever a tangent away

from a more compatible shade of day

(Un)

Unemployed
Uninsured

Yet

Unimaginably

Unabashed

Understandably
Unhappy

Yet

Unabatedly 

Undeterred


Uniquely Unimpressed
Uniquely Underwhelmed

Yet

Unanimously

Unwavering

Until

Undiscovered Unwillingnesses
Undistractedly Undermine
Unyieldingly

Until

Untold Unpleasantries
Unravel Unctions
Underneath

Until

Unsalvageable
Underpinnings
Unveil

Yet Until

Uncurable Undercurrents

Uncompromisingly Unbend

I'll still believe

Unceasingly

Happy Gravesites

Hearts in a hive,

those stinging bites

once made of flame

aged down to stone,

anew—in part—

enough of you—

returns—

every second’s an hour—

every hour, days

Hearts in a swarm

That tingling bliss

Sensation, bleeds plush again

With Each nibble, the more you leave,

happy gravesites—artifacts—

of what used to be—intact

and no longer can the cold of stone,

affect the warmth inside. 

A Disconsolate Turns to The Dark Arts for Emotional Support

Tranquility harnessed, by the reigns of fatigue

Birthed by void, cold and terse

Inner-cynics, sparring foot and knee

Balance wavers, so moves forth this curse

Of vapored redress, dark clouds disperse

The covens held, in primal view

A razor shakes, verse to blackened verse

Scratched tongues affirm, each the fears are true

The cauldron’s bewitching path

Its secrets revealed at last

 In highest boil the water finds

Prophecies, both cruel, divine

And standstill you become, paralyses renew

As stake-laid fibers rise again, turning circles will the rope

To tighten knots secure to throat, letting pressure guide its noose

Upon the stains of past, memories faucet empties hope

Paler does the skin then cry, fraying urge faint to cope

As suffocation screams for air, fastest ever beats do start

Strain to push blood’s flow, in this, life’s final trope

First the limbs lilt in languor, and then cede does the broken heart

I thought about composing something especially for Valentine's Day, but instead went this route.  Stop on by to D'Verse for their weekly Open Link Night, read all the great poetry linked up and even link up one of your own.  Pub opens at 3pm.  See you there.