A Homerun

December 21, 2008 § Leave a comment


In bed by six, just like that
A.M. exhaustion, tit for tat
All night at the laundry mat
Red lipstick in his hair, scat
No more time for chit chat
Is she your friendly doormat?
Stay away from that rat
Gripping his prey, pussycat
He’s not all that
Just a heathen habitat
A cursing copycat
Of a charming aristocrat
Hey, she’s no ‘scaredy’ cat:
She’ll survive in combat-
Now, that her Savior’s up at bat


© Sonya Rose

The Heart Tattoo

December 21, 2008 § Leave a comment


No longer committed to that permanent memory
In my waking head

I ran to remove my desire
Eraser in my head
I scrubbed so hard
My skin bled
A tattoo of
Romantic love and affection
And tenderness
Someone who loves me deeply
Never finished loving me
I ran throughout my home
Not fully using my heart
My life
Filled with fears
Negative energies
Surround me

You’re not around…
Place to purify, shower
Remove the wool,
Safety pins cling
My boundary to a personal life
Turning inward
Remove half the hearts
The playful ways
Men have crossed the boundaries
Strangers to me…
Watch me bathe in the nude
What my knowing says

Washing away old, unwanted thoughts

People dancing in smoky rooms
Fill the hallways
Prosperous opportunities to
Expand your interests

Temporary fix
Baby ness

Different from the get-go
Coming out of the wound
Now, confused and unable to think
Silent, the man who blew
Magic into my ear
Said, “I love you”

Illusion is what others think
Maybe true as I
Fill all the desires
Offers I hide…
All those looking for love
I run past


© Sonya Rose

Smiles from Heaven

December 13, 2007 § 6 Comments

A Poetic Memoir / A Page of My Life

I sometimes lift my eyes to the setting sun.
Without paints, I create while on the run.
Every thought and every move, I find…spirit in eternal sands,
wisdom in wonderlands…
gripping my heart.
The waters allow me to start-
swimming in a current thought
deep beneath its forethought…
Beyond every wave,
every breath God gave-
reigns a silent kingdom;
a peaceful medium-
inner – unrhymed,
a complete up climb.
Oh, I close my eyes;
watch how time flies…
I see a familiar face
smiling…we’re not far from this place-
Heaven…Whatever you do-
Share your dreams with someone true…
the ones who love you…
who really love you.

© Sonya Rose

Water Mask

December 13, 2007 § Leave a comment

“Thousands have lived without love, not one without water.” – W.H. Arden


Visions arrive and voices survive
Magical minds will never die.
In dim lit dimensions, I dive-
Days of divinity, shut-eye

Liquefy lines, light reflects
Antique hero, City of steel
Sunsets bleed, cinema connects-
The reality of my rustic reel

Raining hard, lightning’s black

Obscurity in a blue intuitive splash
Pleading with purpose, sinking back
Breathless, sparkling, orange-white flash

Follow me through a screen of leaves
Daring for dangers, serious face of Ocean
Body opens, lower part, make-believes
The Iron Gate swings in constant motion

Handle heavy, hidden in my hand

Sinking with treasures, treading thieves
On Broadway, banging my head, stand
Logic leans low, dawn of red reefs

White sound of keys, hearts lock
Zinc and copper in hair of Venus, she’ll
Wait in the womb, girls of gridlock
Rings of rows, distant dreams, surreal

Written in my eye, equations, multiply

On rainbow stain-glass, first cut, never fear
Love escapes cut-and-dry, pointless lullaby
And fills the sky with despair in hemisphere

Strange languages, pattern of the land
Grey brick buildings, flowing rhythm above
Fallen masters, wrestlers boxing on sand
I swam again from cycles of longing, love

Broken fences, empty houses, crying lambs
Shadows of the tempest, giant phony things
Beautiful bodies form holograms
Harmony kisses away the soft black rings

My irises are green, that awkward grin
Lips touch my cheeks, try to break-free
Surrender and laugh, all the children live-in
A circuit, freedom in a bright color movie

Energy disappears, losing minds, mudflow

Reflections in black and white, one race
Heavenly music glides past so slow
Dancing in costumes as refugees in space

The final girl without a name
Ego laughs, tricksters trespass, all the same
Swimming through temples, mysteries overcame
Barriers, the ascent from brothers of blame

Climbing stairs without steps, principal parts see

The pattern onstage hitting the mark of lies
Upon the making of a moment’s mystery
Bathing my eyes in cold water and slowly rise

Surrender to the surface, a silent screen star
Savage eyes rush to record so to remind
Beauty without meaning, you are
Sleeping immortality, spirituality will find

My soul below water and I anxiously ask-

Fate, will you embrace me without the mask…


© Sonya Rose


In response to My Story found on The Remembering Site

Unidentifiable New Year

December 13, 2007 § Leave a comment

“She cannot stay. With a long sigh-she fades away.” – Taken from the ballet, “Giselle”


Natural narcotics, derriere of narrow-
Lies, lingering lines he secretly commits.
Selling his soul in snow, winter wastes his wits.
Hearing the horn strike midnight harrow…

Wailing waves, my spirit floats-

In the vacant vast of the past…
Snare drums beating fast,
Clicking clefs, thirty-second rests and notes,

Ring of reasons, resurface and relive-
A day of a diamond, dancing debris,
Trust taken from me, hearts-free,
Why must frailties outlive?

What I once dreamed in me,
The phantom of a bride to be…


© Sonya Rose

The Heart Tattoo

December 13, 2007 § 1 Comment

No longer committed to that permanent memory
In my waking head

I ran to remove my desire
Eraser, heart painted red
Painful…arduous past
I scrubbed so hard
My skin bled
From a tattoo, I used to guard
Romantic affection
And tenderness
For someone who loved me deeply
Never finished, I guess…
I ran throughout my place
Not fully using my heart
My life
Path, upperpart
Filled with fears
Surrounded me, came
Negative energies…

You’re not around…
Place to purify, a shower
Remove my wool, go-around
Safety pins cling
To my boundary of a personal life
Turning inward,
I removed half the heart, half-life
My Heart Tattoo
It’s playful ways
I’m thinking…
Men have crossed the boundaries, gays
My friends
No strangers to me…
Watched me bathe in the nude
Rinse, germfree

Washing away old thoughts,
Feeling in fumes
So I release

The people dancing in smoky rooms
Filled the hallways
Opportunities to

A temporary fix, how-to…
Oh, the Baby(ness)

Different from the get-go
Coming out of the wound
Now, confused, unable to know
Silenced, the man who blew
Magic into my ear
Said, “I loved you”

Illusion is what others fear
Maybe true as I
Fill all the desires
Offers I hide…
Those looking for love hires

Are longing-
I run past the not belonging


© Sonya Rose

Tell Me Why

December 13, 2007 § Leave a comment

In bed by six, just like that
A.M. exhaustion, tit for tat
All night at the laundry mat
Red lipstick in his hair, scat
No more time for chit chat
Is she your friendly doormat?
Stay away from that rat
Gripping his prey, pussycat
Don’t forget your bat
If he attacks, splat!
He’s not all that
Just a heathen habitat
A cursing copycat
Of a charming aristocrat
She’s no scared cat
Her story will survive in combat
Now, that she’s at bat


© Sonya Rose

Soul Stain

December 13, 2007 § Leave a comment

Once upon a fascinating script
With a lapsed, long past
More to come from the crypt
Another person to cast
Misery, company, bit lipped
Luscious, many eyed, typecast
Babe in the superscript
Hanky-panky, marital overcast
Sexy lingerie, ready to rip
Trailing from suitcase, makefast
In the retro mobile, courtship
New York plates, I trade-last
Pocket only set of keys-dealership
Sex kitten sense, shame-fast
Privilege to circle in his ego-trip
Reaching a boiling point hard-and-fast
Witness the aftermath-relationship
Cruel demands, androgynous, by past-
Souls of those men who wish to slip
Into the real Roxanne, legs open vast


© Sonya Rose

Seized by Forests

December 13, 2007 § Leave a comment

I’m playing darts to the sound of crickets

In a wilderness of dark faces, unfamiliar places;

I sink into midnight, urban thickets-

The storm has ceased. The moon paces…

Shoots with a bow candlesticks

Into my heart, a stranger sits with wicks. Besides-

His handful of burning matchsticks…

He waits for someone. He is patient. He hides.

To the right, another woman stands

Holding the wind, she is silent.

Sings only for a moment in distant lands

Between the present and the colors meant

For her mind; the voice behind

Her soul, dances, takes chances in

White silence, three feathers under masks, the mind

Reveal cathedrals painted in purple tin

Thrown through lots, he lets go; no heartbeat…

Melting on matchbooks, my eyes are burning bittersweet…

There are galaxies inside, shadows of fire,

Fog and crystal; Life is spreading higher…

I am seized by this angry forest, and welding it

Into the exact moment I see fit

To spell your name in candle wax made of twilight

My body is a metamorphosis in the feverish night

I kissed you only once, darker than any pleasure

You are dreaming yourself into a great measure

Of dust spinning a tale of our hunger; the superhighway’s

Threading gold and reveals beings who glow in the Milky Way…

The all seeing-eye trees and the transparent fruits spark

Into breath, into streams of art, beneath the buried bark, the dark.

I will survive pulling stars out of the earth that rise

Upward through your face, your obscure race, reflecting eternal ties…


© Sonya Rose


December 13, 2007 § 2 Comments

Her gates are sealed
And she’s all booked up till May
She doesn’t need anybody
With a row of dimes
To offer her space in time
“What’s time”, she asks?
Time is just a fantasy
What belongs to her is the sum
Of a ray of light which beams
Forth from her eyes
When looked upon
She knows she’s being watched
But she doesn’t care
She has nothing to worry
Her feet have been walking
In mud all the way to the city
Her hands are reminiscent
Of corn drawing sticks
She cannot draw or write
Or see
Without the love in her life
That she needs the most
Her face is like jewels
Worth more than she knows
Yet she hides behind closed
Gates in the night
With heavy burdens
If only she could talk to me
And tell me
She is ill
Feverish with chills
And has to pay
Now for all her sins
Everyone’s, she floats
Out of her mind across the
Brush, the thicket
And holds onto something
Something you would never
Dream of holding onto
Another kind of brush
I come closer to take a look
And she’s painting the sky
She dips her brush into her
Wounds and screams, not for…
She is not jealous or hates
No one for inflicting her with false hope
Or lingering lies
She is the extreme desire
Of truth
As I stand back to view what
She has written
She speaks me to me
Go now and so I do
But, I can’t, hey, but be curious
What she created
So I turn around
And see a blood filled sky
She’s the painter
The poet of life
Who was always there…
Walks with the Shepperd

Who threads my past,
Present, and future
The clone of time…


© Sonya Rose

Mister and Me

December 13, 2007 § Leave a comment

Unable to unlock potential secrets, I’m not God.
Codes which are real — frightening, feeling odd
Friends have turned to Intelligence, tease-
For code-busting expertise
How many years on the run…
His hideaway was simple, not fun.
Once he lived in extravagance, what I live for-
Cinematic lore
Where is the cash, the jewels…?
My imagination of the Mister, all-powerful of souls…
In a sense, nothing did match his feelings…
He was involved in sinister dealings;
Hang Low, Mister, they’re going on a manhunt, again…
One of the biggest ever…I don’t know exactly when…
See we share one thing alike….
He and I love to write, type notes of the human psyche.
Tear them up into tiny, tightly wraps-
Resembling a joint perhaps…
He communicated once with lieutenants, golden rods.
I communicated alone, read up on Philosophers’ gods…
Placed their names in books and gave The Greats-
Away to Book Trades all over the
United States
Men and women have read my notes and fallen into my lure.
I’ll never know who they are; we both are mysteries on tour.
Many figures have been arrested and I don’t know-
Who really is now our foe-?
All I know is that in a dream I am told-
To not tell anyone — things…I hold…behold
A father whose son works at a technology firm…
Tells me there is a hidden source of f…a character, a term…
And, I am enticed by a worn copy, its look…
Beside my bed — rests my dream book,
And my bible of arrows, underlining’s words-
Notations of passages…oh, those black birds…
You can tell what has affected me most…
In life, cries of lies…I live now along the coast.
Oh, Mister is amused by me and the sea.
The spiritual musings of him — buried by his favorite tree…
It’s not unusual to find several crucifixes in the home…
Hidden somewhere…
Over here, over there…in the square
For when the time has come-
To roam…one seems to always play dumb…hum. Hum…
For whatever may be-
Will be seeing…you might agree.
The secrets are there…
A vast network where
My mind flies through the columns at night…
Sometimes, I hear the most beautiful voice in flight…
Serenade me so; but, who?
I don’t care about business, love…I do.
Oh, one can study me all they want…
But, just like Mister, we burn the copies which haunt
Our heads…so study the mind…
Cells of codes, prison gangs — you will find, rewind the behind.
Who is being threatened, again? My friend-
How ever far or near, around the bend…I’ll send-
Hope…I pray…we all sin.
We share something real…where you’ve been?
I see blood stained marks on Mister’s hand…
He wants me to hold…to know he’s been in this holy land.
…touched by me, so deeply religious is he.
Sees me as an angel, third generation family tree-
Descendant to a saint
…and all I can do is paint
The image that God is with him
In his last hour, the poetic scriptures he wrote on a whim
Spelled keys, thousands of them to open doors…
He gave me one — f…which links to wars.
Waiting now for his return to paradise
Where he is loved…I am not one high tech device.
I write mostly off-line; I like to keep hidden like Trinity…
In my sleep, I wonder…What is this type of technology-
Not here in my homeland…I wake up the next day
And travel the F line route; it stops how many times everyday
In the past several years…the full time subway…hangs low
…the subway transfer key, say it isn’t so…coming to and fro…
Once again dreaming…was falling asleep on my handbag.
I am walking on a deserted street in peace, the multi-colored flag…
Many of my friends have opposed this war in
I don’t know about kidnappings only of the bald man I vision…fallback-
Militant, communist, I can’t tell for sure; but, he does not harm me.
Has no reason to…we both share — unfortunately…
This social, economic, and political crisis together…
The entire nation, mine and his is traumatized altogether.
I hear there is a revolution to come, prophets say…
Yet, I am sleeping by my books in my library wordplay…
I cry for the Pope…the letters he writes…things he sends…
How many more tragic ends…?
I cannot let my eyes and heart of my imagination show…
The subway doors open, into the streets I go…


© Sonya Rose


December 13, 2007 § Leave a comment

“If I could rewind the time to when it was all good, I would…” – Foxy Brown

Metaphorically freeze the flow
From the voice of Jasmine
What the hell do I know…?
Where have you been?
My latest lover is John Doe.
Media-saturated world, live-in
Collector of money, love Miro-
My work, the terror of trade-in
New York chaos, thirsty, tip-toe
Eyes open till bawling, Brooklyn
Flying, gear shifting pride of pro-
Five-style band and dancers drop in
Checking the groovy sounds, po-
Man living in section of sin.
Not knowing where to grieve, go.
The anarchistic joy fest inn
Everyone does his or her blow
Under the devils moon grin.
Endemic dreams of 2000 Gen, ho
Not what you are, tight twin.
Dream pity, master of uh-uh…
Viscerally resonant images spin
Disturbing truths linger low-
Clowns with moaning has-beens
Wigging out, pass the merlot.
Alone at three-thirty, sleep in

© Sonya Rose

Lit’l Miz (a poetic play)

December 13, 2007 § Leave a comment

Lit’l Miz: Listen. I don’t belong anymore.
You got me going the wrong way poor.
No where near two things; you’re too far-gone
In your head I’m not there in red…come-on
This could be a new day; my friends might forget.
Picking out flowers for a future, a safe bet,
You had your money; you worked very hard.
Play on…play on; where’s my backyard?

Wolfe: Interesting it is; I get you things.

You’re no where near…not fit for kings.
Unbelievable, is action your star?
Anchor woman…I gave her a rental car.
Come through for everyone…there’s some
Great guys out there and you’re with a bum.
These guys have it all and what I blame-
Is your beauty and tears on top of your game?

Grams: Does she have anything?

What happened to the gifts she was to bring?

Wolfe: I am damned to hell with pain,

My eyes all a blur…I’m going insane.

Grams: Is that an excuse? You’re lying, look-see.

Mistakes up to forty maximum, where’s my coffee?
My relief…I’m sorry whatever you want.
You lack, your father comes to haunt…

Wolfe: I want this pain to stop.

I want her to come back, my red ragtop.

You know I would do anything for you…I could

Open my heart to you, Lit’l Miz Ridin’ Hood

Lit’l Miz: I can’t express romance while your ground

Is unforgivable, love I have lost and no friendship found.

Narrator: With soulful screaming,

Lit’l Miz’s baby and Wolfe’s wild dreaming…
Rose over the city, unending…
Into a tale without a happy ending


© Sonya Rose

My Brainstorm

December 2, 2007 § Leave a comment

I was inspired from “Maybe” to write this…
Here it is:

My pen rose and I expressed fascinations
Trying to forget these frustrations
Irresponsible gossip let me be
I spend considerable time and energy
Trying to resolve problems with the insight
Of a mathematician linking black-and-white
Genius and spirituality-

Mathematically, I am ugly;
Yet my intuitive sense is searching for me
To inspire to be
Something fortunately-
I have experienced it; what does occur
The conviction of a final answer-
My sense: There’s no doomsday
Just doomsdays’, I feel this way

I met Mozart once in my dream, behind-
A large piece of music in the Mastermind
One idea, exciting, I thought
His soul was on fire with high winds; he taught
The complete order of inspiration
Telecommunication; I’m not alone in my vocation
His work grows,
And no one quite knows
How long an entire composition
Is finished in someone’s mind; my ambition
Begins before the musical prelude today
A feeling I downplay

In the morning, I glanced at a beautiful man
I missed the obvious; someone stole my superman
So, I listen to Beethoven’s music; mystical
He couldn’t…yet, my soul
Hears and he knows
The musical scores and sounds in his head, goes
No where; always in his head transcendent
Of human suffering and I am touched, underwent
Another miracle
Making it through the night, while I suffer ridicule

Einstein, Newton, Copernicus, and Ludwig
Is still surviving, unimaginable; and a theatrical gig
At 12,000 feet, I am forming in a visionary sense
I am struggling to breathe, another day tense
Their expression is unfamiliar; the lists
Of musicians, poets, painter, scholars, scientists,
And creative people, who will terrify…
Why they do it…I don’t know why
It’s intense; politics
And I come off the mountain, the quick fix

My mother says that I am the lower elite; still
The upper elite are twice as likely to get ill
Unpin the cap to womankind
Intentionally stirring-up intense emotions, I’m refined
To inspire themselves in their creations
My emotional hardship of my life, underestimations
I hide too much pride
Yet you offer your humble inspiration; I hide
Escape with you in real misery,
Our creative city

A mystery, unresolved these experiences; quite
The painful reality of an unhappy family, one more fight
Why are we at risk…? Uncanny, not
Simply talented alone; forget it brother, it’s a long shot…
Is your heart truly imaginative, innovative….?
Our life is secret, did you know…discriminative-
I encourage you to reenlist
You’re in need of more experience; there’s a checklist
Why are still in your nightclothes-
Sitting on your window-sill…thinking of that single rose
Expressing disappointment; you rushed someone’s time
On earth, sent a letter of the dead and wounded your crime

Who is reaching out to the families of the dead?
Rapid thinking, a flood of ideas…in my head
Can we enjoy angelic visions anymore?
Of those who hallucinate…who wants more?
Afflicted with the marvelous capacity of the brain
I’m curious about such an evanescent image…am I insane?
Does your mom wear Army boots?
I am painfully aware of the camp and my roots…

How many thousands were, are sent?
There are no guarantees in visiting and paying rent
The site of this historic event
This is effecting…the confident…
The entire world deeply…
May feel off-key….

Paperwork into the deep trough of time
The remnants of a former battleground; don’t waste a dime
They are fit to fight and we should save….
I appreciate the soldiers; how many more to send to the…let’s brave
Who hopes, proceed with a feeling of communion, say
That unforgettable way
The intensity of their difference; yet we are left pondering
The impoverished human potentiality is a walkway
It doesn’t have to be this way
If we could control
Target the greedy, help today’s death toll;
But, someone will argue with me
My special ability to see
For life uninterrupted, we do nothing…
Another Saturday in blizzard conditions, let’s watch something…

Do we have to prove that a person has wit?
Has to create a masterpiece to proof it?
A rare gift, maybe; but, the artist struggles, exhausted
Confused, and useless to those lying in a warm bed
How about those dedicated souls in turmoil? Why not bother…
Their crying for their mother or father
Lover to save them….every second, I’m crushed
Both my creative and the depressive halves…”mushed”
I am uncertain…sliding down hill some more….
Ten thousand tons of snow…what for…
The snow has to go somewhere…what I snow-blind
How you handle an avalanche…falling into your…rewind
While you are in your shorts coming undone
Sweating in the hot sun

It is the warmest year on record; who out there is a loner?
Things are changing; whose physical vulnerability…who’s a goner
What is your drive…your personals…? My hunger is curbed…
So many are emotionally disturbed
No matter who is doing what…? Whatever income
Do we have the courage to overcome?
Our childhood programming…
The way the brain functions…slamming-
Are we going to crash into hell….?
Some things take time…well,
Jesus is a hard act to follow….
My parent have not quite made it; I swallow
Their struggling, discouraged, I weave
My failure to achieve
My maximum ability…two by two

There are things you can do…
To save your lives I suppose…why fail….
It takes a matter of days to unveil
A new established order…steer clear of war
And move our country forward…The eagle is sore
I cannot repress the politically dangerous ideas
Their contaminating the prevailing…we as
An artistic idealism – chart
The direction, alternative plans have a heart
In the arts and sciences, a star system of stability
…too many cooks, respectability
Are spoiling the broth for half a century….
For the soup of change…too many authorities agree
We’re causing confusion….for the sake of change…gone.
Explain….the shock, fear…barely enough to live on…
Simple dreams are not coming true…
The world wants a future…to grow up…we’re in the blue

God-willing….the minds of intelligent and creative people
Convince the chosen to stop-ringing the bell in the steeple
Close our eyes to the reign of Zion-
To the rescue…defines our reality about the symbol of a Lion.
Who is sane, who is not…reigning
Can you survive…are you just maintaining-
You writers, musicians, artists, composers, actors,
Directors, and athletes…here are the smart factors
The instability of my poetry, soon…
Just a few miles down the road…I resume
My poem will someday end…
And all the wisdom I required, I’ll send…

I am aware of the eagles flying higher…
Of the highest mountain burning in me…the western wire
So many sides of us…the different sides of Einstein, a freeman
Sorrow still reigns after the mushroom cloud over Japan
Enormous pressure, nervous breakdowns, in creating the color-blind…
What degree are you…in humankind; I’m snow-blind
None, mild, marked, or severe…in a win
Do you know Heisenberg, Fermi, Plank, and Edison
Darwin, Pasteur, Rutherford, Bell
Neils Bohr, Boltzmann, Mendel, Michelson, swell…
Strange-love indeed…still threatens us
With the apocalypse…what’s all the fuss?
And my friend, the mathematician is mentally high
Unstable…but, I’d rather hang out with my
Creative friend who has no threat
To humanity…so what he’s in debt.

And, I asked Herman Melville, what the big deal is about Mars
And Moby Dick…HM went away, locked behind window bars
-until he could finish the end…
I can’t possibly measure up…I am tormented, too…my friend
The issues of madness, genius, politics, do in fact overlap….
Don’t they….Churchill, De Gaulle, Lloyd George, Mussolini, and Stalin, nap
Hitler, Bismark, Disraeli, Lincoln, and Woodrow Wilson…the rumbling
Ezra Pound was defeated…..brilliant…yet crumbling…
Through the door, I don’t know…I hear the crying….our fate
Around here….in my country…we somewhat try to be straight…
The power struggle with suitcases in our hands….
We walk in this brutal world…having the courage to travel to faraway lands
To see the world the way it actually is….
I don’t know…I’m no whiz

We’re nervous…who is calling out our names….the Men-In-White?
The Men-In-Black…? If you see adventure, fly like the wind, like a kite
Another mountain to climb….in my head, I know….
The necessities…Take a shot…..taking risks, some low
Departing from reality is one thing….
We really are all tired of something….
Amen…We all lost sometime….
Having second thoughts all the time
What does your beautiful mind see…firepower in the raw-
Under the gun of John Nash…I can’t see anything, never saw…

Let’s take it easy-thinking I am through understanding; yet have the key
The incomprehensible paradoxes of yesterday’s tyranny
So what kind of music….can we promise to painlessly-
Dissolve the ‘ice people’ tomorrow…are we…
I see the destiny of nations in the hands of the insane…doesn’t it seem
The progress of mankind….my friend who is bi-polar extreme
Was inflicted by that mentally unstable scientific genius
Who damaged man and the environment….all riding in a bus…?
Opens the universe to human exploration….takes the chance
Can you hold opposites in balance…?
Focus…should be no separation
Into the depths of a future or our own creation
We are not the fortunate ones: let’s just have fun…
Someone is prying a beautiful girl out of her sun…
That’s not what she really wants…
The scientist willingness to test her ideas, hunts
The greatness from colleagues…not a lunatic….
Protects his creative exploration, grabs a chair to watch her flick
Is there a boundary to separate genius? Do I know the trick…?
A line away from madness, science from magic
Lady Love never smiles at Dr. Strangelove, a sad tone
So how can he break the spell…he realizes she’s all alone
Is anyone out there, he shouts….he’s got to know…
Newton was a magician; modest…he always has a foe

Close my eye…Is there a romantic image for me…?
The heroic rebel who may not have denied God; look-see
He’s fooling me, all-together…
Without uttering the name, not ever
We are loosing the vision all together….
If you really care…the knight of faith….whether-
I tread on holy ground, don’t desecrate it.
Sacred Earth….Orphan of the Universe who’s been hit.

Now, I’m in a lounge, forgetting my neck pain….
Observing everywhere…where love walks in vain
Shoveling dirt, adopting organic culture….malnutrition
Let’s go to the supermarket…important transition.
Glad I take an interest in biology and medicine-the pain
Your secret lies outside the brain…
Did you know…don’t believe everything you read-
Lay off the caffeine…these pills and drugs, slowly feed…
Killing people I know…so many different sizes and colors, a clan
What makes a man hate another man…?
Help me understand; Ecstasy is not leading me to paradise…
So far brainstorming has two meaning; my fingers are a twitching devise
I have a bright idea! Call this poem Jumble Me!
I can’t dream it, will all fit together…ABC’s in the DVD
Let me drift off to space…no trace, no race, and no face
I’m waking and sleeping…The Whiteface
A sudden jerk…I can’t face the night…
I’m in tears; I have to break apart from the suffering…right?

I don’t know what I’m going to do about this feeling inside…
I’m without your love…suffering, in my bed, I hide

I never heard the voice of Christ; but, he is the reason why…
Where’s that area in the brain with mystical experiences? The eternal high-
Can’t help but think of sexual fantasies…still, reading poetry
Designed to evoke my feelings…not ESP
Money now on my mind…

My mother warned me of untold dangers…I grind
The danger of creativity…The Little Prince’s flower
Broke me down…only for an hour
Don’t mess around…the wound and the bow
Let’s embrace if it’s o.k. with you…no?
Let’s rise up…have fiestas…hot, hot, hot
Learn the fear, the change less…our age, spot-
Troubled minds take their lives…trade-in
Dressed-up in my own skin…
No escaping….why some are so pushy, mothers
Attack all others…..

Oh, this new world order…we are aliens in our own lands
I’m crossed-out, worn symbols…shaking dirty hands
My world is now camouflaged….I want to fly-
Not come down….I have fire in my wings, prettify
Reason-to-believe that they’ll do it again…baby steps-by-steps
Operating deep within, guiding our evolutionary foot-steps…
This is urgent…They’re playing tricks on our minds…
We are evolving…waiting in lines
The seal of the creative…human touch of madness
Obsessive quality….unique, sadness

No thought of oblivion….mad in love with art…Fate
My heart is in my head….
So powerful….How are you feeling? There’s ringing…never wed
Who can we believe in….Who I should call now…? Leave-
The stars are still shining…I saw a star shoot on Christmas Eve
And I can’t see any reason…if someone drops and I submerge, my kite
Thinking in quantum burst of energy…my soul’s alright…
Listening to the haunting melody…the one I know by heart (sweat)
Can’t let go…am I dreaming? I can’t believe; I refuse to forget
Who is knocking at my door, at this hour…a junky? Go away (fried)
I’m not here no more; I just wish to be alone…hanging outside…

There’s no sound…I keep to myself…nothing wrong with my state
Of mental health…God plays with loaded dice…love and hate
Future I can see, let’s play…
Disturbs my friend, the scientist who walks by Route 89, that highway
Who can it be now? We are living in? A lie
Extraordinary times…How ordinary are…I?
I’m attracted to plenty…a symphony of souls…
A little bit of this, a little bit of that, Rules
A little bit of me in this kind of passion
I’m entranced by this consuming love, changing fashion

Charged with sexual fever…
Love from afar…unexplored feelings, disbeliever
For the other…it’s all been a game…
I have now discovered a new peak, the loneliest, the same
Of mortal reflection…a sacred moment…sanctify
If you can see…share the intimacy…give someone else a try…
The heavens can open rivers of time part…
Marry me…my world is filled with strange arrangements…one heart
The look of love, promise of paradise…what is your reason for living? Lost keys…
I don’t know all the answers…all the information….these
Intense feelings I all create…never judge the look
By your armor…unleash my knight; I’m standing in the wind…an unwritten book
Not waving good-bye…unaware you are…I am
It’s understandable….should I try like Steven Crane, John Lennon, Paul Gauguin,
Leo Tolstoy, Frank Lloyd Wright, Pablo Picasso, Henri Matisse, Eugene O’ Neill,
And George Orwell….who cares about poor grades….What do you feel?
Looking for an answer…trying to find the design….
I am still singing the lost-love song from those days-ran over, behind
Get back to the beauty of a naked Greek goddess, exposed in private…
My instinctive channels….intercommunicate
That music of that one human voice is memorizing, born out of time….
So little time…I’ll be coming back for more to my mountain-my rhyme
It’s not something which really exists, so abstract….
But, I have this streak of wildness….of madness, as a matter of fact

Suppressed for years…
I turn to Nature…to the night, in my fears.
To my pillow…not truly isolated, plugged into space
A network of beauty-brilliant revelation, birthplace
Programmed into the Renaissance, I find
In my theater of sleep…in my emotionally torn mind…
The cast shares a common sorrow….contagious grief
Makes me sweat from the bright lights; Make it brief
Their endured mental and physical agony
Does not destroy them; we don’t forget our lines; “to-be, or not to-be”
Why we are on stage…who we are performing for…
Stepping into the start of the Twilight Zone…our allure
My mind spreads its wings, return to being upside down…hauntingly, beautiful sound.
We’ll sing and dance to a new song; the feeling never goes away, I’ve found.


© Sonya Rose

My City of Love :: 1

December 2, 2007 § 2 Comments

I have lots of love deep in my heart
But I can’t keep the fire burning without you sweetheart
Come to me here in my city of love
And we’ll sing songs in the subway unheard of

A city is just a city if you just dream it
A guitar doesn’t sound afar unless you play the strings
Life is lonely if you just try to quit
And love alone is nothing but a hole with wings

I would do anything for you to feel this…
The songs inside my heart moving for your one kiss
So here I am in my city of dreams
Waiting for your lips to touch mine, so it seems…

A city is just a city if you just dream it
A guitar doesn’t sound afar unless you play the strings
Life is lonely if you just try to quit
And love alone is nothing but a hole with wings

I’m wishing upon a star in this city of no stars
But wishes can’t come true if you don’t see a star so far
So be mine tonight under the moon which moves us above
Be mine tonight and be my city of love

I’m wishing upon a star in this city of no stars
But wishes can’t come true if you don’t see a star so far
So be mine tonight under the moon which moves us above
Be mine tonight and be my city of love
Be mine tonight and be my city, love…


© Sonya Rose

My City of Love :: 2

December 2, 2007 § Leave a comment

I have lots of love deep in my heart
But I can’t keep the fire burning without you sweetheart
Come to me here in my city of love
And we’ll sing songs in the subway unheard of

A city is just a city if you just dream it
A piano doesn’t sound afar unless you play the keys
Life is lonely if you just try to quit
And love alone is nothing but a tease

I would give anything for you to feel this…
The songs inside my heart moving for your one kiss
So here I am in my city of dreams
Waiting for your lips to touch mine, so it seems…

A city is just a city if you just dream it
A piano doesn’t sound afar unless you play the keys
Life is lonely if you just try to quit
And love alone is nothing but a tease

I’m wishing upon a star in this city of no stars
But wishes can’t come true if you don’t see a star so far
So be mine tonight under the moon which moves us above
Be mine tonight and be my city of love

I’m wishing upon a star in this city of no stars
But wishes can’t come true if you don’t see a star so far
So be mine tonight under the moon which moves us above
Be mine tonight and be my city of love
Be mine tonight and be my city, love


© Sonya Rose

Paradise Parting

December 2, 2007 § Leave a comment

“Perhaps, there is only one cardinal sin: impatience. Because of impatience we were driven out of Paradise, because of impatience we cannot return” – W.H. Auden


Toughing it out, without a star
Shining in the city, I am lost
Seedy seascapes are
Awaiting urban Pentecost

Grimy visions soaking up rays
From the atmospheres of life
Riding past, sultry summer days
Leaving someone, without a wife

Unaffected, collecting here
The memories pass away
Riding the subway F for fear
Nightclub years, drain of decay

Wondering bargain, behold
Platinum dolls, girls of gold
Colored diamonds sold
For a moment, I’m cold

Sort of scary, my secret
The proposal, weak kneed
Working up shiny sweat
Look at my face, lip-read

Slipping through cracks
Showing up in school, solo
On single shattered tracks
Time for love to let go…

No longer wrestle
With my careful thoughts
Sexual playground nestle
Hidden in strange lots

Glamour, humor, bizarre
I am not, we are…


© Sonya Rose

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