OUT OF YOUR MIND

OUT OF YOUR MIND

Out of your mind
comes a kaleidoscope of emotions.
There they are,
reflected in your eyes ...
swirling shape-shifters,
an evil elegance of rampant rage
and redundant resignation.

Out of your mind
it all comes,
a kaleidoscope spewing forth
in the motions of a body
no more than a bag of bones
wrapped in skin ...
fist shaking
feet stamping ...
an overwhelming helplessness
trapped in time.

Imagine what it could be
if it wasn't
dark and dismal,
tantalizingly tempting ...
the desire to dance
with the status quo.
Imagine what it could be
if it wasn't
so ravishingly depressing
to simply
be.

Out of your mind
comes a kaleidoscope of lunacy
forming at your lips,
flowing from your mouth ...
fluid river of words -
only nonsense -
evil elegance
of madness.

mebw
7/21/13

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WANDERING HOME threefold mesh

WANDERING HOME … threefold mesh

wandering . . . . . . . . . . . . . I find my way
and though I am lost . . . . . . among the stars
night skies call and . . . . . . . . .I come home
searching . . . . . . . . .for comfort and relief
I stumble, sometimes . . . . . to pick my Self up
to helplessly tumble . . . . . . .and begin again
into the black abyss . . . . . . there is a light
I stretch open my arms . . . . . .to help my Self
I grasp helplessly at . . . . . .one shining star
something . . . . . . . . . . . .that leads me on
I sink then . . . . . . . lifted into the heavens
I willingly drown, yet . . . . . . I fear nothing
in my dreams . . . . . . . . . . . . .I am strong
wandering . . . . . . . . . . . I stand my ground
searching my soul . . . . . . . .I have a purpose
I am breathless . . . . . . . . . . . . I am home

mebw
7/15/13



http://gavrielmuse.com/2013/04/12/poetry-form-threefold-mesh-triple-malla/

IN THE END --- Navarrette Quatrain

IN THE END
(Thanks Len Gesinski for the form)

In the end it is our hopes
that bring us through another day
when trials and tribulations
leave us feeling frayed.

In the end, we are the future;
the past, already done.
And in this present moment
the future can be won.

In the end, it is you and I
who will decide our fate.
We look without, we look within,
desires accumulate.

In the end, we are only our dreams,
our hopes, turned into flowers.
What we desire the future holds,
within you and I, the power.


mebw
© 7/13/13

http://gavrielmuse.com/2012/09/19/how-to-write-a-navarrette-quatrain/comment-page-1/#comment-2615

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sunflower haiga

gardenia haiga

FALLING RITUALS

FALLING RITUALS

We love
quietly now.
Passion's fires
are reduced to glowing embers.
It is dusk,
and evening
and its darkness
with its scent of jasmine,
is approaching.

A kiss at the door,
one brief embrace,
a cuddle at night ...
rituals, leaving traces
of love in their wake.

Falling into habits, now
together, we are growing
older,
but not yet
wiser.

Falling,
rituals give us
peace,
we are
secure
in the gentle knowing
that together
we are lovers
who have passed
times' test.

We enjoy the ember glow
and fall
into another
ritual of love.


mebw
© 7-4-13