Blue Fire

March 5, 2009 § 1 Comment

My memories are burned in the night.
In my mind, I took the flight of endless sight.
Flying through turbulence and smoke,
I immediately awoke.
The hour is three.
And I long to see…
What am I doing here?
My mission remains unclear.

© Sonya Rose

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River Journey

December 21, 2008 § 4 Comments

 

Sweet chariot, I am going home.
Walk in the shadows with me,
River Journey…
I must roam
barefoot with company.
Sweet chariot, I am going home,
passing through the gates of Rome,
to the Garden of Gethsemane,
River Journey…
In silence, lies ohm.
In this state, I am free.
Sweet chariot, I am going home.
The ocean’s foam
washes on my feet, a light debris,
River Journey…
I see a dome
above the living tree.
Sweet chariot, I am going home.
River Journey…

 

© 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
Painful…arduous…
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
Path
Filled with fears
Anxieties
Negative energies
Surround me

Frustrated
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
Tattoo
The playful ways
Thinking
Men have crossed the boundaries
Mine
Strangers to me…
Watch me bathe in the nude
What my knowing says

Washing away old, unwanted thoughts
Feelings
Release

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
Longing
I run past

 

© Sonya Rose

Still Definition

December 21, 2008 § Leave a comment

 

The magic of stillness:
The ability to run the mind
past the barriers of time,
an equal plane to your state of being.

 

© Sonya Rose

The Time

December 21, 2008 § Leave a comment

 

Last night,
all night long,
I dreamed
of the ocean;
in the dark purplish haze,
I was swimming
in the middle of nowhere.
I woke up sweating-
looking at my watch
reading 5:25.

 

© Sonya Rose

Falling

December 11, 2008 § Leave a comment

 

Walking on broken glass,

my feet are bleeding

in the unexpected,

the uncontrolled.

Patterns are far…

 

So you awake in

fate’s numbers

and your life

is a looking glass.

 

© 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

The Jacarda Blues

December 13, 2007 § Leave a comment

The Jacaranda Tree lives within me;
A fantasy, I become a planted city.
You say “How pretty, the colors of thee.”
I agree it’s a mystery, the only hue I see.
Oh, how I wish to be free; what I desire to be…
Below me, there is a man on bended knee;
I don’t know for sure if he holds the key-


To turn the wooden lock of my purple tree…
Like the dark days of the deep-sea,
Never to blink, eyes frozen in eternity…
And with a long, strong stare of you-and-me
My trumpets fall, hearts-free
Never to finish my biography
And speak of The Smile of Rosemarie


So, who wears my rounded crown, he or she?
Can there be three…carefree
Days to last…hey come look-see
I’m now low-key and a humble-bee
Flies fortunately with a sip of my honey…
And with the love for money; hey, I’m no dummy-
We all want something yummy in our tummy.


But, isn’t it funny…
How the blues blossom when it’s sunny?

 

© Sonya Rose

The Illusionist

December 13, 2007 § Leave a comment

Dear one to light or dark,
A card shark,
Living in a place of sorrow
A conjuror of wealth to borrow
Start building your ark.


A tragic loss, happiness-
A rare gift to suppress…
Unaware fully of his powers
A virtuoso commands troops, stacks of towers
Deceiver of a nation’s success


Entertaining the world by his tricks;
A rich society enters a wizard into politics.
No other has ever accomplished his feats.
This expert rates his acts a highest six.


Touching, feeling-victims’ are frozen,
Reading minds, except God’s chosen-
They are the most challenged.
The souls’ mission written in
Stonehenge;
Connects to the genius “UN-frozen”


A wonder worker aware of his powers…
No longer frightened of past hours;
Facing the reality of his existence,
A miracle worker will come at our expense.
In economic crisis, a warlock devours.


The expert, the link of illusion-
Stand and be wise, solve the confusion.
Do not be fooled by an enchanter who walks.
Through revelation as the savior, he talks.
Listen. Come to some conclusion…

 

© 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
Anxieties
Surrounded me, came
Negative energies…


Frustration
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
Expand


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

Sleeping Eve

December 13, 2007 § Leave a comment

 

God paints our lives with his mind,

sculpts—with his body,

composes—with his soul,

choreographs our entire journey with his spirit…

the increasing height of immortality

is sleeping

 

© 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

Rock Parade

December 13, 2007 § Leave a comment

I saw him beating her
On the church steps, an idolater
Not guilty by reasons of insanity
Undergoing questioning of proclivity;
Cameras inside our minds
Stereos living in mankind…
Searching for a little comfort,
I was led to the Divine, hurt yet alert
Told not to join the Revolution of Lost Minds
Artificial Intelligence march with mankind
To the trumpets of another death
A baby’s breath…

 

© Sonya Rose

love parts

December 2, 2007 § Leave a comment

“Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell.” – Emily Dickinson

 

Eternal glow
Soul, embryo
Feed innocence
Digesting sense
Missing minds grow

Daring, bearing

Writers wearing…
Him holding her
Cheating cells, capture
Running, tearing

Skin, five in hand
Smell, seek, sight, stand
Fire, air, water,
Earth, ether
Taste, sound, fall, sand

Climb, chemistry
Fantasy, plea
Glancing, dancing
Romance chancing
Risen, slowly me

Evaporate
Dream, facing fate
Forgotten dust
Match, dying gust
Wake, conjugate

Hearts sip, slide, and sing
Phases parting bring
Happiness, pain
Racing, rest, rain
Love greatest thing.

 

© 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

Piano Strings

December 2, 2007 § Leave a comment

When
the lines
fall
from
our minds,
we drift
inward
into
the lands
we explored
as children.

 

© Sonya Rose

Puzzle in the Mind

December 2, 2007 § Leave a comment

“Hold fast, my beautiful one.

Sail across the barriers of time.

Reach deep within my waters

and find me in the center-

My existence.

Do you hear the most beautiful rhyme

singing in heaven?

Come closer, little one;

Can you see me?

Can you forsee-

your

life?”

 

© Sonya Rose

My Name, Nonviolence

December 2, 2007 § 1 Comment

“Generations to come will scarce believe that such a one as this walked the earth in flesh and blood.” –Albert Einstein about Mohandas (Mahatma) Gandhi


I am not an example of perfection.
Evolving, I am coping with the situation.
I feel helpless, face my humanization.
Revenge, impatience, and anger:
Their destroyer is their creator’s mission-
Be careful of their presence.

You may feel helpless and tense-

When surrounding your home is danger.
Stay in tune, you are no stranger.
I am the seeker, the truth, behold-
I crawl through the eye of gold.
And witness my failing changer.

Violent energy is generating-

Among the masses, and I
On my pursuit to a common cry-
Am stopped by the Prince
Who is leaving his state, hating.
Unleashing his man-eating dogs…

The atmosphere radically clogs

Can you help me rinse?
A court disaster, to convince…
Events around me, I cannot…
I will light a flame to spot
Your face; please find me…since

Your internal strife must cease

Before it ceases you-
Into the religion sectors’ hue
Composing their differences, lying…
Let love release.
Erase the minds of congressmen.

Mutual jealousy, desirable power again…

To rule the world when spirits are crying
Voices are speaking to me…terrifying
What can I do? I spell disaster, for the press-
Struggling in independent access…
Can you lead a movement when you’re dying?

Requires great strength, it seems,

And resolution, so express yourself
Now in this hour of myself
Your skin-deep nature to construct
A program, “Independence of Dreams”
Do you see the centre of responsibility?

Eating up a large percentage of hostility-

Inhibit your rightful aspirations, deconstruct
You have lost; have you found? Reconstruct-
My thoughts and my words, worldview
May I excite and detoxify you?
Your struggles will never cease, destruct.

If you don’t have me in your life,

Then you will lack strength and energy
Your ideal freedom is your heart, me.
Keep the fruits of my being,
An experiment is unfolding: True-life.
So pursue honesty with all your heart…

Direct…redirect the wrong
Into my net of being strong.


© Sonya Rose


Page of Happiness

December 2, 2007 § 2 Comments

Listen to the blue bird…
He sings off the chart-
inside his cage, kingbird
of her heart.

 

© Sonya Rose

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