The sound of the
Breathing machine
Brings little comfort.
Nobody likes the smell
Of hospitals,
They serve a purpose.
Sometimes you leave with your loved one,
Sometimes you leave
Alone.
Apr3
Category Archives: poem
Apr1
Unafraid
The
Bird keeps singing his song
As I approach the tree
So sweet
The melody.
I stop and close my eyes to listen
Appreciatively
Letting this music swirl around me.
And I open my eyes
In spring sun glare
Taking a few steps closer.
He stays unafraid
And his song is all I hear
Now amidst this chaos in my mind.
Forgetting human language for a time
I am steady.
Mar27
Glow
We heal
In our own moments,
In our own time
From the inside out
And
The
Glow
Shows;
A radiance divine.
Mar23
True
You are the true story.
Everyone else shares an
Abridged version.
A made for tv,
Short attention span description.
And you are a plethora of wonder and life.
An untellable combination
Of experience and music,
Of meadows and alleyways,
Sunrise and sunset.
You are beyond narratives.
More than a novel or poem.
You are the beginning and
The
Expansion of beingness.
You.
Mar20
Ignite
I am out of touch.
I am out of sorts.
Don’t know which way the sun comes up.
Ignite me.
Mar8
Conform
Conformity.
Collapse into a thought coma
And fall into line.
Mar7
Atoms and Cells
There is this burning in my belly,
This aching in my breast.
I struggle to keep my heart contained
Within my chest.
It is just the thought of you,
For you are not even near.
It’s just my atoms
And cells
Retain
The body of you.
Come home.
My heart will not stay still much longer
For
It is not where it belongs.
It’s just
What I must endure
While I am
Imagining
You here.
I am
Aching and breathing.
I am
Aching and dreaming.
*choleintodiamonds* originally posted
October 2015
Mar4
Rules
Different rules in every mind.
Each crossing different lines that they deem acceptable exceptions,
Then getting angry when others
Do their own thing.
Always someone going faster,
Always someone going slower.
So many minds with so many thoughts on how it should be,
Arguing over who is right and who is kinder.
(if we could only hear ourselves arguing over who is kinder )
If we could only see ourselves puffing out our chests believing we have won.
This is not a game,
(Sometimes it feels like it has turned into one big game).
Who is smarter, who has it harder.
Everyone telling,
Very few listening,
Truly listening.
Many clamoring knowing
A little piece about so much.
An
Unawareness spread out into little bits.
A couple thoughts on this and that
Knowing nothing about nothing.
Anger rising without sense.
Few just let it be and see.
Few
Are comfortable enough with this journey to
Observe and listen
And Be.
There is always more to learn,
In turn becoming quieter.
Listen.
Mar4
Carnival
Carnival smells
Sweet and sour,
Elated children
High on cotton candy.
Mar1
Tempo
And you move
So
Naturally
To the tempo of my heart,
When all this time
I believed it
Could not be heard.
You sway so easy.
You sense.
Into one another we see,
Falling so sweetly as we
Immerse ourselves in the rhythm
Of love.
Vibrantly unified,
A light so bright no one can see us.
Chole Into Diamonds 