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

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Pieces.

Torn in all directions.

Shreds. Rags.

Born unto faithless winds.

Lemmings

to fall

swiftly…(Or)

Lost in a wager based trigger-field

Lost in a wildly rampant vile view

Lacking

Losing

Self

at 

every

sensation

declared

incorrect

yet.   (Are they not still a part of you?)

The insider is not necessarily the smartest

It knows everything it sees

yet makes no differentiation

in regards to relevancy or correctness of manner

Solvency

painted upon an invisibility

you've come to caress

Superimposed

Images left out in distemper's wind

Atrocious behavior, atrocious behavior!  You hate with so much vehemency

Plagues spewed upon the screen

Disagree, disavow

Questions WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY

Then

you

closed

your eyes

and imagined

a less violent floe

where bergs are not as sharp

where waves do not flash-freeze 

where caverns are not composed strictly of leftover icecaps. Capitilize that, Capitlize, capitalize, capitilize

Did someone mention pride?

I'm not sure, I hear things sometimes, especially

when I try to trick myself into agreeing with those

things I'm completely opposed to….(THEN why AREyou?_)

It's a good question

It's fair, in every sense of the symbol of the word, it's fair

and

the answer is probably far too simple

for that I do dearly apologize…(There I've started already)

It's ...exhaustion... exhaustion…

I'm so tired of the wiggle room

I'm at that point

where I'll martyr some values

for a shot at peace

although….(And YOU HAD TO KNOW THIS WOULD COME) there is philosophy at play…when isn't there right?

Without peace, there is Eden.

Eden, however, some consider myth.

But, lets pretend you believe, if but for a second or two.

Then, you would know, Eden was destroyed

by man's own disobeying

Life is built on tension

Tension provides momentum

Tension stimulates the mind

Without it

with their only being peace

we would not exist

therefore

leave us

a little

perhaps

a smidgen even

just, don't take it all away

otherwise

where would we be?

Hmm… I just noticed I had this poem in my drafts.  Guess I never posted it, in which case I guess I never linked it up to Karin's Poetics from 11/10/12.  Actually turns out a blessing, as I really didn't have anything to write tonight.  Some Haiku, but that's about it.  So, I'll post this tonight for OLN, at D'Verse of course.

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A Spectre's touch

You aren’t like me

never have, not at all

It’s also true that you’ll never be

and that’s a truth I’ll happily call

The devil in a junkyard

His henchmen out at play

creepers lurking in the scars

scaring the lightning bugs away

Bone justice’s betrothed to us

Here now we’ve been wed; forever joined in vows just bled

Never strayed can we be, forever is not but a rhyming melody

What began as lust, now owns my unrequited trust

I don’t care about those painful words that they speak

I ignore the lies; I damn their pain

You’re the only one I’ll ever need; you’re all I’ve ever sought to seek

And if the truth aches deep in you, we’ll damn it all and start anew

you might strike fear within some,

seeing the ghost that you’ve become,

but I’ll never flee, I’ll never run

…and yes, it is true

You aren’t like me; you’ve never been and never will

For I’m dead to life, or so they say,

And you’re alive, living life through all I believe

A spirit resting peacefully still

Hidden from a world

Whose truth

Only you can truly see

What She Deemed as Independence

Fretting the skylark vignette, thinking

was it troublesome, I forget?

fragile, damaged—subterfuge

inserted through—detachers landing pads

abruptly fluttersome, this dark dove

of scarcity…crumbs…and ain’t that so so so so

Sweating the tough clues, brick

upon brick, soft at the mortar-side—

flashing incoherence, representable

detonation—of scoffed genuflections—

easily mutable are distractions—but—case

in pointed point presents the presences of pretension—sweeping through—a haunting dark—reefs broken by—all the everlasting—

freak flags glowing—bezerk—ghastly—cruel—but who knows the pick to blame?  and ain’t that so so so so

I’ve dreamt the same dream for decades now,

there I sat mountain high, observing as

colossal tides collapse, collide—into the low

craggy tips, barely breathing—there—above an ocean’s rising floor—draped amongst the plankton skirts and corral tees— the red, the blues—and there, I realize, I’m more own worst anemone.

 shine shine shine though, sparkly shine—the party beats still—expectations don’t surrender—must try, must try—then, there—without trying—a memory—how beautiful the ceiling looked—cloud covering fog below, the light shards pierce of select wave—It was beyond peaceful, beyond any Eden I could ever know—ecstasy until….”damn pills said I’d sleep through the night”

…and attrition reminds me—everything I had purposely ignored— while sleeping under stardust, coveting whatever the splashing leaves behind—

however –

neurons remembered the firing pin—and…and, the words were still there—as if they had never left—intact—survived—still remained—exactly where last placed—way back when—on that day—the one you called your independence— as you stood tall upon that reef, watching the schools swim so so so    

The Pigeon

From a row of cedars,

I, the wandering cynic, am now

Watching the last of the saved

Break bread

After rite is well past overture

I stand alongside the marbled walls

To which felt so smooth,

An impression ringing surprisingly loud

Something over me,

Happened then,

And I kneeled upon

The thinnest of carpeting,

Hands then met, in that certain way,

Head tilts back,

Eyes affix, at the disjointed portraits scaling tall

That was when I heard the call

A pigeon in the upper most arching beam

It was far, but it did seem,

This bird was scared, at peace, yet alone, without direction

The Plot

Alliterate beings bound about

Illiterate minds cast shade in doubt

Literary figures stand strong

In this day and those beyond

Flash. 

Flow of the cold winter air. Circulating

In weathered strips of fermentation, the tears oft get lost in the creases-

Freely the fear freckles form

Uncanny.  A familiarity still-

As you’re left staring up the hill

Stone paths pronounced the trail

To the chapel house:

Where blackened shoes make their mark

Where wandering alibis come for their own

Where the darkness forms a cloud of clothes

Black and brown suits and slacks

Filtered grey veiled masks

In the interlude between patience and angst

“They keep the grounds very nicely, even with the snow and being so close to the road and all,”

“Yep, there’s never a sign of debris, nowhere”

Words. 

That’s all that remains. 

Words and memories of words and the way we attempt recreating images from those words. 

Some are distilled to paint the lines. 

Some distort the lanes of time. 

Others…

Are just words,

In a void,

Colorless and disturbed

Sometimes I wonder as you wait:

Do you feel lonesome?

Does the emptiness within consume you?

If it does I am dearly sorry

But rest assured-

It won’t be that way for ever-

And then…you’ll have me for eternity