Tag: Poetry

You are NOT forgotten

Photographers Unknown. Edited by Eternal Waking Beauties

The whirlpools of chaos consume my mind.

How have I lost my footing?

The ground so solid beneath me

hollowed.

I have fallen.

Fallen into this abyss of insanity

that I dare not call home.

Where did this lackluster begin to weave the very fabric of my being?

I catch a reflection

perplexed by who stands before me.

This tattered soul. This vagrant form. This subspecies who no one dares call human.

And for what?

For asking to be used and abused time and time again?

For being force fed lies of disturbing proportions until it became an ingrained belief?

For my self destructive tendencies to only relinquish myself from the fear and the pain?

Or

For my open honesty?

For your feeling of uncomfort?

For rattling your perfect world of normalcy?

For tearing down what you know as reality?

Well this is reality for all too many and has become commonplace.

One out of every four women you know has been sexually assaulted at one point in their lives.

Do you have a mother?

A grandmother?

A wife?

A daughter?

A friend who recognizes her gender as female?

At least one of them has been groped without consent.

At least one has been objectified as they crawled out of their skin.

At least one has cried themselves to sleep with the disbelief of what occurred that evening.

At least one has felt hopeless and dead inside.

So please tell me why the uncomfort of my words weighs heavier than the uncomfort your love one had to live through?

No matter what you choose this truth exists and will continue to exist with our without your recognition.

So why not help?

Why not fight?

Why not take a stand?

This is not just a woman’s problem.

This happens to one out of seven boys as well.

They may not admit it.

But they still feel the heaviness of this unnecessary evil.

Allow these boys who are now men to have the right to feel.

Let them know there is strength in seeking help.

Let them know their dignity and masculinity will remain unscathed for being ready to heal.

These injustices are not okay now, nor will they ever be.

But the ways we choose to learn, heal, grow, and overcome are always right for us.

Be brave.

Take a stand for someone you love.

Especially if that someone you love is yourself.

Om Mani Padme Hum.࿆ૐ

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Without Fail

Photographer: Brooke Shaden

 

The young apprentice arises from her fallen heap.

I remember those times

those days

those nights

those weeks.

Toil and turmoil boiling over

this tainted and tarnished bliss.

We stand.

We fight.

We thrive

and do more than survive

for living is the most ethereal experience we are given in this dawn.

Awaken from this gruesome slumber you once called a home.

It is time to give it our all

just as the apprentice arises from her fallen heap.

Om Mani Padme Hum.࿆ૐ

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Ego: Our Undervalued Protector

From “The Boy and the Beast”

 

The vapors of your toxic breath deteriorate my flesh.

My core trembles as you gape into my soul.

Piercing the beauty of my light commanding your deathly sludge to overflow within me

I awaken.

I see you sweet babe as you cry out in fear.

I smell the hurt and anguish roll off your brow.

I taste the poisonous vapor permeating off your meek essence clinging on for dear life.

I hear your whimpering sobs terrified of what is to be.

I feel every minute beat of your slowly breaking heart.

You are me and I am you my petrified ego.

You work so hard to protect me and yet fill me with a darkness I can no longer live with.

I have ignored you

Cast you aside

Given no acknowledgement to your existence.

It torments you to be ignored

After you have slaved tirelessly just for me.

You try so hard to be seen, be heard, be felt, be understood.

I now see you my sweet love.

I now hear your powerful voice rise up within me.

I now feel your fear of forever being invisible and unappreciated.

I now understand your purpose and your love for me.

You are my undervalued protector.

The one who speaks up for me when I cannot find my voice.

The one who shows me strength in my sorrowful cries.

The one who questions the world to ensure my instinct was right.

The one who is forever looking out for me.

Thank you my love. You may rest now.

We don’t need to take arms for there is no war.

We can be strong and at peace. You have taught me this.

I always want you with me. I will never let you go. But we must have faith and come back to a place of love.

The venomous rapture has gone on for far too long.

Protect me in softness and I will embrace you with love.

Deal? Deal.

Thank you again,

I will love you forever my dear ego,

my undervalued protector.

Om Mani Padme Hum.࿆ૐ

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Featuring Serene

“My Guardian Angel, Serene” by Eternal Waking Beauties

When the night creeps upon me

The warmth of your wings around me

Remind me that I will never be alone.

“Soon we will be home.

We are never lost with each other

my dear

my dear

my dear.

My love for you floods the world with beauty and light for you may

Never be still and forever trust in yourself.”

Om Mani Padme Hum.࿆ૐ

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Consume Me

Sculpture by Alexandr Milov Burning Man 2015

Do not tell me tails of you twisted broken heart.

I have faltered on this gaze before.

Your breath is shallow as I tense in anger.

Fear consumes my being as you are once again lost.

How can I hold you? How can I keep you close?

My past fueling the flames to your careless rage.

Tolerance is needed for bliss, and yet we have none.

Time has slowed – our passion entwined.

I must leave to prove my love sacred for this moment comes but once in a lifetime.

I cannot hold you tightly without losing grasp.

I cannot keep you fully whilst you fumble with my baggage.

I refuse to look back as we part our frayed ways.

I feel the unraveling of our last strand as we snap into utter loss.

The decision has been made and the damage has been done.

My soul dies with this moment.

Om Mani Padme Hum.࿆ૐ

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The Sun Doesn’t Always Shine When Out

Artist: Jeffrey Smith

Sometimes there are stormy days when the sun shines brightly.

I cast my net of imperfection among the massive sea.

With hopes that abundance and prosperity get washed upon my empty shore.

The reluctant hope and faith of my fibers are translucent with nothing to show. Helpless I alter my gaze.

Patiently I wait.

I wait.

I wait.

I wait.

Realizing something is amiss I project gratitude.

I am thankful for this day.

I am thankful for this breath.

I am thankful for this sea.

I am thankful for the sun.

I am thankful for this life.

I will ask for nothing more than the constant understanding, compassion, and gratitude life has given me.

The rain begins to pour.

The clouds begin to thunder.

The lightening begins to strike.

I become the beacon of the sun.

I begin to radiate with light.

I begin to project warmth and love.

I have become prosperous in an abundance of life.

I am content.

Om Mani Padme Hum.࿆ૐ

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