Poetry Archive
September 2001 - Page 2
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Within The Sunshine
I am avoiding myself,
walking the other way
as my deepest fears
turn the corner
and come towards me.
Within the sunshine I hide,
reflected rays from windows.
Basking in happiness
I push back dark days
that ruled my life
with deadly confusion
and sharp precision.
Within the sunshine I hide,
burning rays magnified.
� 2001 Chasing The Day
Times Of Old
The people wander aimlessly, looking for their lives, while money makers chase their flocks into their built-up hell, changing paradise to deserts, now we�re shedding space, while a man walks lonely times of old with his thoughts that no-one knows, living for tomorrow, pacing from you to me, choosing all we wish to see while hearing what we�re told, degrading scenes of sadness are killing times of old. Thoughtless attempts at sorrow, hiding behind guilt, helping ourselves to luxury and taking in the lies. Walking with a new year while running from the old, the cold freezes our hearts as we chase those times of old. I don�t know whereI�m going to, confusion shrouds my eyes, where�s the the questions to my answers? Where�s the feelings that I hold? The leaders give us comfort, but we pay for it with blood, stupid ideas to keep us calm, contradicted they smile their smiles as my hatred drowns their sound. I can remember all my younger years, I was told to be a man and now the years have slipped away leaving their mark of pain. I can see the world around me and it�s nothing like they told, arguementive plastic soldiers, I chase those times of old. Shaping prophecy into words, anger keeps thoughts alive while sorrow builds the well, the future lies in ruins for we consume what we can�t hold, our guardian struggles with our demands, fearing the unknown, turning to face ourselves we�re changing times of old. Now times of old begin to break, ashes turn to dust, segments into rust.
� 2001 Chasing The Day
Cherokee Angel
She has a burning
yearning spirited desire
Burns deep inside
like flame of fire
A spiritual desire
that yearns to be free
To fly beyond rainbow skies
of native Cherokee
Her spirits arise
her wings are formed
She's Cherokee angel
most adored
Wings spread out
far beyond her native land
To gently touch
with guided hand
Cherokee angel I hear you
far and beyond forest floor
Cherokee angel
guide us forever more
This was written for a net friend who has a Cherokee heritage, she is a most beautiful soul and this is for her ~HUGS~ Margie
� 2001 Tracie Collis
Philosophy or Fantasy?
"I am the moon", she says,
and smiles whiteness,
behind her lays darkness,
solid, uniform, beneath her lays the earth
and the grey seas.
"Do not look into my eyes
lest you blind,
living in the darkness
of my sister; the night,
for I am called the sun
by the words your breath forms"
"I am the earth", she says,
and lets forth a tear.
"Gravid with life I stand
churning out my children".
She i nothing but our mother
that is all!
"My breath is cold,
like ice, at times it freezes
your hearts and I laugh
within sadness,
I travel our mother and am free
for I am the wind I cry".
"I am the darkness
but to others the light;
blackness and cobwebs,
a flame that seduces the moth,
hear the beating of my wings,
I am death".
"I am all you desire
and loathe, some call me
father, others
just call me life,
I span centuries
in an instant, yes I am time".
We are the whole,
we are existence,
we are..... what we are,
we are everything
that happens in the cycle
you call the day".
� 2001 Chasing The Day
Afterglow
Face to face in the afterglow
as fingers' featherlight caress
steal silently across her brow
and trail tactile whispers down
to the hollow of her throat,
lips full and red - rich ripe
strawberries -
instinctive parting
as thumb's soft cushion gently
teases, teases...
eyes darkened with passion's fire
close briefly as she is
lost in touch's intoxicating tremours,
and hands continue their
journey over cherished familiar
charted plains to rest
with aching pleasure
on pert peaks, gently
tracing little
circles...
soft gasp, muscles clench
as fingers splay and
thumbs end their
odyssey at the
mount of
Venus...
� 2001 Vanhunks
Vision
Awake? Am I awake?
I had a vision within the night,
my night or was it yours?
A moon of red sailed the heavens,
a moon that was my heart,
it cruised in silence as I looked on
its form so deeply shaded.
Stars danced in its wake,
they flashed colours to my eyes
which wept rivers or was it streams?
The land below my floating form
was dark like death's abode,
it whispered sonnets to my ears
and I cried in despair.
The seconds lasted hours,
the hours lasted years
here within my vision,
I traded in my eyes
for second sight, or was it third?
That moon that was my heart
spilled my life across the sky,
that moon that was my heart
told me to give, to try
to blend freedom into the air.
� 2001 Chasing The Day
Waiting For...
When I look into the mirror,
let me tell you what I see.
I see more than just my face,
I see more that just me.
I see eyes so blue and bright
that have a story to tell.
I see a scar under one eye
from a long night of hell.
I see a big and crooked smile
with perfect teeth to match.
But there is so much more
than just a glimpse would catch.
I see my long blonde hair
that isn't it's natural color.
But since it is my own chioce
I wouldn't have it any other.
I see my face, it's natural state
no make-up lines will there be.
For my face is always natural
No covering it up for me.
There are so many differnet things,
that are there in plain sight.
And I wonder if when you see me
You'll know when things aren't right.
Or will by chance you be the one
that sees all this and more?
Will you be the one that sees,
that your what I've been waiting for.
� 2001 Debbie Johnson
Your Mask
I know you can
make me smile.
The things you do,
can drive me wild!
Yet you change
from day to day.
I never know
what game you'll play.
I never see
the same man twice
it's like rolling
perpetual dice.
And yet you go
and do these things.
That can impact
what the future brings.
It's almost as if
this mask you wear
is only on you
when I want to share.
To spend all the time
I can with you.
But I cannot
your mask get through.
� 2001 Debbie Johnson
Fantasy Dance
Have you noticed
each day we try,
there are more
days to go by?
We can't seem
to get connected,
seems as though
we're misdirected.
No time, nor place,
nor tryst planned
to fantasy
we have been banned.
No inhibitions
from which to stray
for there is no time
to get away.
To try all the things
that we both dare
and more fantasies
in reality share.
Yet I hold true,
to this small chance.
That we will continue
this fantasy dance.
� 2001 Debbie Johnson
Angels
Angels fall from the dreams
washed up inside a weary head,
sleeping away the seconds,
I crawl inside another heartbeat
and find myself in solitude again.
There�s the dreams of love,
dancing around summer shadows
while smiles kiss eyes, and then,
there�s dreams where you
face the music on the other side
for all the thoughts while still alive.
Awake again, I long for sleep,
to waste away this lonely time
that steals all my breath.
� 2001 Chasing The Day
I'm The One
I've worn the bruises
and black eyes.
Had a broken heart
from hearing your lies.
Yet,I'm the one whose
always been there,
only to learn
how little you care.
I've tried to take
my own life
over pain you've caused
while I was your wife.
Yet, I'm the one
to whom you run
when you're in need
or want some fun.
I've always done
all that I could
and it has never
been any good.
Yet, I'm the one
whom you call
when in jail
you seem to fall.
I only wish
it wasn't me
that I could finally
of you break free.
And then be the one
that I wish to be
not just the one
married to thee.
� 2001 Debbie Johnson
Nightwalking
As I walk this lonely night the images of discontent seduce the fears within, I dream of life prolonged and powers beyond this fragile moment trapped behind the reflected thoughts and my dreams are quashed as rain hits my face and stings the tender skin.
Solitude brushes the air that travels with delicacy towards my lungs of fire and I sigh softly to the stars that hang upon the dark carpet above my quiet movement which comforts my heart, time is lost so casually while the urban nightmare stares at me without compassion.
A second is but a second as an hour is but an hour in the delicate haze I wonder, future thoughts hang just out of sight and entice me to follow their mysterious beauty, but the here and now forbids my fancy, with tremors beside me for company I take another step forward only to find desire�s death.
Nighttime noises stalk the air as clouds of grey and black wander the heavens, cars rush by my eyes with fierce lights burning the visions that grab hold of my attention and fold them into memory, deeply I look upon the afterglow while somewhere close a cat scratches the air with a cry.
I stroke another second fondly and move with purpose towards the moment where hope weeps, the city sleeps soundly around me as my footsteps leave watery graves for all the minute lives clinging to life�s breath, I steal a glimpse at time�s face only to see my own reflection within a casual disarray.
This naked night is mine to play with and to love with all of my heart and soul, I can laugh or cry or sing despair far into the morning�s yawn but this night I stay within the boundaries of hope, to find the place where I beg\n to know myself and not lie hopelessly to my battered soul.
Edging ever closer to the start of the circle where I began I think of the love I lost, wonder strangles me softly while a face smiles hate out to smash the sterile memory and a tear leaps from my eyes, it lands upon my hand and washes the colour from the red rose staining my aging shedding skin.
Not a soul has passed me by as my thoughts and dreams have strolled into view, everything is quiet as I cast my gaze around me to lock onto a broken light above my head so full of broken promises, the cold dances lightly within my bones while the now heavy rain beats a funeral tune upon me.
Sorrow walks into my heart and pleads for me to walk with it awhile and speak of times gone and dark days rush upon me to cover my heavy tears so black they poison all that they touch without malice, the feeling fades as quickly as it came and I stand motionless for what seems an eternity.
With regret comforting me as I move towards my warm bed where love is waiting to greet me, the cold is deep inside me now as I close out the night�s air and quietly slip into her arms which welcome me in sleep, in utter darkness I now lie with wide eyes brushing nothing but the fears that I set out with.
� 2001 Chasing The Day
Be Brave!!!
Why did it take so long to recognize
That peace can be an instrument of vice,-
But now at last the sleeping giant woke,
Wounded so deeply by a fiendish stroke.-
With terrible resolve the charge to keep
Despite the wound the giant took a leap,
Against the reign of terror and of hate
To lead the nations by design and fate..
From out of ruins luminaries shine,
Tell us that we must our time define,-
Not be defined by it,- its our star
And destiny and lot to fight this war.
Pitch-blinded are the entities that roam,-
Believing murder to be martyrdom;
No holy book declares this and no writ
Proclaims this, but the scripture of the pit.
Such tenets are grotesque a travesty
Of what is sacred to humanity
From deep inferno issues this doctrine,-
Faith, - but perverted and turned outside in,
And inside out, and upside down,- this creed-
Is launched by the abyss to spawn and breed.
No scripture since the dawn of humankind
Has Allah�s love by murderous hands defined..
Unto the Lord the thousand voices cry-
Where the oppressed in helpless torment lie,
Beaten and tortured Afghan women writhe
Beneath the Talibanish murderous scythe,-.
Tall Buddhas rise up from their shards and ash
Proclaim: �What�s holy Jackals cannot smash!-
The one WHO IS and who has always been
And always shall be rules,-you cannot win.-
Permit not rightful fury to abate
And pacifism�s poison circulate,-
A nod to hellish powers will increase
Their thirst for slaughter and atrocities.-
Look to your hero brothers! - fight! - be brave!
Fight boundless evil,- and the Lord will save.
� 2001 Elizabeth Dandy
Folding Myself Into The Thought Of You
Trapped beauty, released
into the flowing movements of time,
washing your spirit
with the dreams of mine my love,
sharing together the love
of newborn galaxies.
I take another sip of you and fall,
down through your passions,
your eyes; coloured with poetry
danced across the breadth of my soul,
into the waiting arms of yours.
My tears explode new suns,
to bathe your life in gentle warmth,
covering your fears with the hopes of mine,
they merge to form new emotion,
a starsong of purest elation
rushing across the eons we call seconds.
My love is strong and deepest blue,
for you; the woman who has opened me.
I colour co-ordinate my sighs with yours,
watching them fold you, embrace you,
capture you to wander dreams.
I swallow another scream of my love,
it searches for my heart, bleeds it dry,
then fires across time�s eyes,
towards your breath, waiting silently
for mine to kiss your wonderous,
exquisite, ecstatic life.
Folding myself into the thoughts of you,
I cry again, the tears full of joy, love,
passions that twist my days into nights.
� 2001 Chasing The Day
Me
I exist but am I alive?
Is this not only an endless strive?
I open my eyes but do I see?
Hope, why did you abandon me?
Each beat of my heart is nothing but pain
All this sorrow drives me insane
No one see me and how I really feel
My heart is broken and my soul will never heal
I do not want to face this
I do not want to see
That my weakness is my enemy
That my enemy is me.
� Eva-Lena Nylen
Just Us
And what of love?
The highs of romance,
the lows of discarded frowns!
What of the desires
that challenge the everyday
of sweet silent songs?
I pass the buck
back towards myself
and stand in the light
so you may se my love,
my hate, all that I hold.
The river sky washes my thought
and I sigh with pasions
across to all you are.
Come to me? Share my love?
Stroll the shatters that make
us who we are,
no time for moral stands,
just us in the flame.
� 2001 Chasing The Day
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