Lose the Lyme: Save the Rhyme

May 28, 2011 § Leave a comment


May is “Lyme Disease Awareness Month”, but for me, it’s every month. I’m a Lyme Disease Survivor. After years of being misdiagnosed/undiagnosed, I trusted my instincts/intuition and was treated successfully for advanced Lyme Disease at Malibu Hyperbaric Medical Center in 2010; referred to by Turn the Corner  …I was very happy that my strength eventually returned. However, it was not long after…that I had another life saving dream. This time to get my breasts checked immediately. In early 2011, I was diagnosed and being treated for Invasive Breast Cancer (BRCA2+) at Pink Lotus Breast Center/Cedars-Sinai and Tower Hematology Oncology Medical Group in Los Angeles. I can only hope and pray that I will get through it as well.

“Lose the Lyme: Save the Rhyme” is a poem that I wrote while undergoing treatment for Chronic Lyme Disease. It can be just as disabling and life threatening as Breast Cancer, but does not receive near that kind of attention, which is very sad. Please visit CALDA – California Lyme Disease Association for more information into this tough, debilitating, chronic, hard to diagnose and treat disease. Thank you. Many blessings…and I hope you enjoy my video poetry.


“Lose the Lyme: Save the Rhyme”



I can’t hustle…

when some strange disease has attacked my joint and muscle.

I can’t think straight,

when I’m carrying all this added weight.

I can’t go on believing-

in a system that isn’t seeing.

I can’t dream for too long,

when I feel something inside me is so wrong.

I can’t solve a riddle,

with confusion and crying—dying in the middle.

I can’t do the things that I once could do…

If it hasn’t happened yet, it could happen to you.

I can’t stand the pain at times…

Am I really a victim of biological warfare—terrible crimes?

This is a very critical rhyme,

from a simple soul suffering with Lyme’s in her prime.



Wouldn’t you know, sprinkles are now coming down on my face:

I can barely feel the rain, yet I embrace-

God’s Grace is taking place.

I can almost see in the cloudy skies — a moving staircase.

Close to the ocean, I feel the big wind and my heart race.

Healing begins with a Wounded Healer, at a slow moving pace.

Featured on Planet Thrive:

Valley Heart

April 20, 2009 § 2 Comments

In honor of National Poetry Month, I give my free flowing poetic thoughts and aspirations; tapping into Mother Earth [our natural and spiritual life] during troubled times [in America and across the world]. 

Bring your drifting thoughts, too, back into focus by walking in nature: It’s a great way to reinvigorate yourself and gain perspective. 

Mother Earth sends her light and love into all of us this Earth Day and everyday. I can appreciate her better and all her benefits, as my own mother. 

If you are a soul searcher, like I am, there are great places to go—which offer big answers to your questions—that can help you better understand your current situation(s), or simply give you a new sense of direction, especially when you begin (re)thinking about your purpose, your connection…





Is there some one you know like you, just to touch?
Have you found yet a new place that you love so much-
that you won’t stop loving?

A place like someone special is not that easy to forget.
A place—a person, now is it?

I see you can’t take your eyes off-
The Valley of Fire;
I know—I cant.
It’s burning inside of me.

See a moment like this—becomes you. You-
know the moment: You are the moment.
A wonderful moment when fate takes your hand-
and makes you feel like…smiling…makes you feel, well, almost like crying…

So destiny calls and makes- 
you do great things! I bet you don’t even realize them all or just how special you truly are!

And, as my day comes to an end,
I will give thanks for it all—whatever that may be…
Well, just being alive is enough-
in the setting sun!
Yes, a sweet, setting sun keeps my dreams alive:
They are peaceful dreams.

…I stand and wait and still…I wait. Your eyes are-
just amazing; They are brightly beaming. 

Everyday I am-
lost in this valley of dreams;
Just you and I and-
the fire sky, a heavenly breeze,
a kiss on my face, how you come to me-
so tenderly in this beautiful light.
God, you are so beautiful.

What did you say? 

I see…

Well, if you must leave…
I’ll see you someday.
I promise, my Eagle friend.
Tonight I’ll just lay my head upon a rock-
and dream until the breaking of day…a day that will seem to last forever. 

But even in this night—there’s still a light:
There’s still a hope inside my heart that lets me say:
I will hold on till then-
and I will see you again.

I will see you again.
This isn’t the end
You’re my forever friend-
and I will see you ‘for sure’ again.

Good night.


[In Honor of Nat’l Poetry Month] – MySpace Blog

Four Seasons

December 21, 2008 § 1 Comment


I called her
to turn around…
She kept walking
without a sound.
She faded in the blue
of the ocean and sky.
Never a chance, summer,
to say goodbye.
Fall came,
so beautiful, indeed;
he left behind a trail
of leaves and a seed.
So, I picked up
this seed and into my hand
turned to ice;
then, disappeared in land.
As Winter went away,
he passed Spring.
I smiled
at her opening.


© Sonya Rose

Scream of the Butterfly

December 12, 2008 § Leave a comment


What is your birth name?
A number hidden in black flames.
A white cross
blowing in dross.
The center of existence
draws a circumference
around fluttering pages,
skipping through the ages;
miles long
of the millennium song-
never heard.
My knowledge of a word-
in cities of detachment.
There are no rules,
no choices of schools.
Watch the season pass by
and greet the butterfly.
As she vanishes in the steeple,
so do the people.


© Sonya Rose

Seasons of Sorrow

December 11, 2008 § Leave a comment

There was a time for us to laugh and cry.
How can I get by winter to see July?


There was a time when our garden grew.
How will I plant seeds without us two?


There was a time when the ocean was warm.
How do I swim without security in a storm?


There is a time when the leaves fall:
And a time for your soul to leave it all…


© Sonya Rose


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

Yesterday’s Run

December 13, 2007 § Leave a comment

Close your eyes and see…
What will set you free?
Does the wind brush your face (anymore)?
…ever so softly in a special place?-
Listening to the waves
Come closer, they all crash in lonely caves…

A vision sprung by desire…
You have walked your soul through the mire.
Try to heal your wounds from the fire.
Balance your life on the wire.

Take that chance.
Learn to dance.

Never count those years-
Move on. Fight the tears…

Lift your wings to the sky
And fly…
Towards the sun-
Farewell yesterday’s run.

© 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

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

Sacrifice of Mother Earth

December 13, 2007 § Leave a comment

Can you take me higher,
lift my weight from the mire?
Searching for the wealth in me,
I long to be free.
I kneel face down in a cornerstone,
running in a state all alone,
in a country of equanimity
sleeping in no man’s city-
one desert of pain.
Silence, in the poison rain…


© Sonya Rose

Mangrove Hunters

December 2, 2007 § Leave a comment

Running through the open air
The sound of laughter, me
Things in common with three
Matches of eleven, dozen rare
One state pregnant, identity
The market instructors are
Married in the bathroom minute high
Some want lonely nights
At the B, some still want me
Real some
Forwarding advice
There’s sad
In singular, nick’s in nice
His baby girl, who rolls the dice
In the subway with mice
Carries a book by Sam
Of baseball homeruns
She is unrecognizable as the glam slam
Her strikes-outs are plenty-plentiful runs
The octopus swimming in her head
At 6:20 am
The stone on my ring, its mayhem
Monday morning, awake without a bed
Dream wizard writes like the Who
The lady in the other building turns blue
Falls into her telescope
A witness to eagles without hope
And little elephants crawl everywhere
Without mothers and fathers who
Grow up without eyes to see fair
Their elections of hormones to
Their shaking, let go of the chain
In the mangroves, the link, acid-rain
Bitten by mother earth hunters and mosquitoes
The skiers in the race of fertility knows
Is ceasing; diversity and riches
What’s covered in ditches…


© Sonya Rose

Mother’s Crying

December 2, 2007 § 4 Comments

The heavens encircle the earth.
So quiet, stars sleep by her side.

Darkness fell while giving birth.
In a warm womb, I abide.

Mother’s form, forgotten worth,
I plant seedlings in her pride.


© 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


December 2, 2007 § 2 Comments

Focus. Change. Narrow
Eyes leap, contract, slit
Emerge in day. Flow
Sound returning wit.

Hear water, waves sense
Snare drums beating fast;
Clicking trains, sequence-
Communicate, vast.

Skin so sensitive,
Dark moment, feel free.
Vibrations, force. Live-
Offspring turn. Greet. See

Bond eternally…
Roam the world. Breathe free.


© Sonya Rose

Deep Waters

November 18, 2007 § 2 Comments

I cannot explain

how the wind blows…

I only can feel…………………

touch the place where love goes.

I wonder what it would be like~

a story trapped in the sky

see the lines fall……

from heaven’s high………

These scattered messages…

…….can’t piece together my living space.

Close your eyes………………..

Do you see my face?


My soul

is not far…

from this place…


© Sonya Rose


October 21, 2007 § 2 Comments

rain in shells

sinking through a space in sand,

lying in darkness


© Sonya Rose

Divine Intelligence

October 21, 2007 § 2 Comments

The Divine is open, the wise one and famed.
The meaning meant nothing once, now something to me.
I thank my female ancestors, who created my ESP,
Nourished my people and protected the earth with magic.
A part of every friend’s culture when rituals were named.
They healed, summoned, assisted, and tracked every birth.
Knowing the secrets of everything on earth,
The powers of the moon, and the longings of the sick,
They created language, writing, art, and arithmetic.
Their ceremonies and prayers for another
Became one with the source of life; Great Mother
Of all living things, the light of my candlestick
Master storytellers of the ancient myth; they write-down
The omens…passed the gods and goddesses for me down

Many truths come as I talk to the moon.
I am told my knowledge is ancient of the worldview…
And made to remember the truth about creation stew…
I share the same life force with my sisters, the earth, and men.
My soul’s ageless wisdom will survive this given afternoon.
Going back to Genesis through poetry, music, and dance…
Man in our image and likeness, women at a glance.
Center of my being, the secret of who I am-
Connection with the universe with a mind of Zen
My ancestors wondered and worshiped meaning.
They say all religion is about the earth, its greening.
The Graces gave me a mysterious transformation:
In dreams, they showed me how things grow and die;
Reborn into a woman, Lady in the Moon and I

Can conceive a new life and give birth,
Bleed with the phases of the moon vast…
Ancient men threatened my life and took my past.
I have found Venus in 35,000 BCE
A man in the distance said I was the source of worth.
I danced, flew, and shared my all with the wild kingdom.
The Great Moon Goddess, her female trinity outcome-
Spells and rituals performed with phases of her three
Special powers teach the Divine Intelligence decree.
Dominating our thoughts for several thousand years
Until the male Sky Gods became the deity of male fears
Reigning with the power of the sun, with He-
He challenged the older goddess of the sun and moon,
And she became villain, a private in a patriarchal platoon.

The many old tales were rewritten in blinking.
Did Eve create Adam and make him her mate?
Eve is the Mother of All Living who liberates
Life and women, I am a woman; I am life.
Mythology drifted further away from original thinking-
A struggle between forces of evil and good
Rather than a dynamic dance of all things for good; could
Lives on earth become less important than the life to come?
Cleanliness is next to Godliness, all its sum
Who reflected the image of the divine Feminine?
Dirty and impure leader living in another mortal’s sin
A curious thing happened to the Father Gods outcome
As they degraded the earth, woman, the body;
Everyone had trouble finding joy was somewhere to-be.

Warrior classes’ raped the female mind in camp concentrate
Starved the mysterious bodies by force, weapons and the whore-
My league of women and children were amongst the war,
Brutally raped and held prisoner, the slave fantasies of when
Men emerged socially and economically; politically dominate.
Laws and values reflected the myth of the superior male
Warfare was based on a violent, this militaristic trail
On the dawn of the New Age, women had regained the lost gen.
The earth and her creatures now are in deep peril for the chosen-
Many must hold hands on the great merging range.
Through ancient knowledge, can we come together and make the change?
Nothing should go unnoticed ever again.
Nothing should be forgotten, not one name.

We weave our webs at birth; at death we are self-same.


© Sonya Rose

A Dream of Its Own

October 1, 2007 § Leave a comment

The wind screams.

The leaves dance

in the cold dreams

in ritual romance.

The sun seldom shines:

The last animal dines.

Behind a cloud

Fall will take off her shroud.

The great chill is coming.

The birds never stop humming…


© Sonya Rose

Where Am I?

You are currently browsing the environment poetry category at Poetry Muse.