Sunday, June 10, 2012

Walking Enlightenment Road

Walking Enlightenment Road

PhotoArt by Sharonlee2012

Poetics at dVerse with Brian Miller behind the bar- Prompt "Choices"

Walking Enlightenment Road

I look back now with a wiser woman's eyes
 and see so clearly where I've been...
coincidences flow together
defining paths crossed
and rutted roads that led
to somewhere… I was meant to be
for reasons that may unfold
… if I don’t misread
the elements
active in my life…
if I have strength
to follow the  signs…
if I don’t get lost in a vicious cycle
of cause & effect…. reaction & retaliation…
I understand now
things seen with silent eyes
unknown signals
that lured me through life
step by symbolic step…
… even the stumbles were meant to be
broken hearts…. skinned knee…
moments where prophesies
merged with the now… somehow…
third eye
expanding with insight
lessons learned in life -
… karma can be a harsh Mistress
if she believes a lesson is to be learned…
evolution of my destiny
preordained… perhaps… to bring me here… now
to this place & space & moment of time
at this stage of my life
strengthened by the experiences
gained up till now…
all coinciding with a nexus
of interconnecting life-vibrations – likeminded souls
who resonate in rhythm as one …
I look back with a wiser woman's eyes
 and see so clearly where I've been
… I see the pattern of my life
the template of a matrix
the ‘blueprint’ as it were…
showing flowing lines… vortexes
where vibrations resonate strong
… dark knots of haemorrhaging  bruises
melting into subsiding pools of stagnant energy…
I acknowledge errors in past judgement
I forgive myself for choices wrongly chosen…
I accept my flaws & honour my strengths…
… for I look back with a wiser woman's eyes
 and see so clearly where I've been….
…. and I now know
 that where I am
is where I am meant to be;

The Sunset of Our Existence

The Sunset of Our Existence – A Tale Alternate Realities…. Maybe

Art by Sharonlee
The Sunset of Our Existence – A Tale Alternate Realities…. Maybe
 in a year that has not happened
…in a world that does not exist
there still floats skeletal remnants
gliding lifelessly in purple mist….
but, ah I get ahead of myself
for the tale does not start here
let me go back to the beginning
tho' be warned…
you should tremble… in misery & fear
for this is not a simple tale
or one for weakened hearts
…I hope you are all quite settled
for now my sad tale starts….
many many eons lost
in a time that was never found
there existed a fleeting netherplace
in the echoes of unheard sound…
I tell of a world so fantastical
it lived and died in one night
a night that existed in inbetweenity
and faded in a new dawns light….
the people were all poets
musicians and the like
inventors and epic storytellers
too profound for mortal sight…
they lived by the pen and the beauty of art
they lived to create what has not been seen
they knew the power of nihilistic delusion
and that 'life' was but a dream….
they created words too potent
for mediocre minds to comprehend
and composed scores of music
that played on with no end…
they fabricated fantastical concepts
with purposes vague and imprecise
deliberating and debating
all through the endless night…
but… and here my tale grows woeful
for jealously and greed abounds
outsiders became incensed
with the utopia these artisans had found…
 the cold hard claw of green-eyed greed
roiled & boiled & schemed & seethed
and set to end the endless night
and tho' the artificers of this tale
struggled to halt this plight
capitalistic cannibals sucked greedily
embezzling creativity's shining light
supplanting art with commercial banners
that played to mindless minds
until all that once existed
disappeared from time….
now, I know you cannot see me
but my empty chair still rocks
…my voice drifts on in eternity
and all else…. all else is lost….
 For today’s Poetics at dVerse with Brian Miller behind the bar