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…

 

 

 

VALLEY HEART 

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

One Last Fight

March 6, 2009 § Leave a comment

In my hand, I carry a choice.
No one can hear my voice.
Unless, I open my heart
From the start-
Day by Day, rejoice.
Life’s a broken song.
Music travels along
A basin of blue rain;
Isolating the insane,
I am no longer strong.
I feel these pains,
Gripped in chains.
On the inside,
I am taken by second tide
To another plane-
The angels are crying,
As they watch me dying
In destiny’s flight;
Given one last fight.
My spirit is flying.

 

© Sonya Rose

Hummingbird

March 6, 2009 § 1 Comment

I have a hummingbird in my hand.
The followers of innocence understand.
Millions of God’s creations are crying.
I am the wolf, the teacher dying.
Gripping to the circle of hope, thereof-
A renewal in the light of love.

 

© 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

Save the Miles

December 13, 2007 § Leave a comment

“Your father’s days are lost to you. This is the time here to do what you will do.” – John Mellencamp

 

Driving around Lake Sunshine
In saving miles-a-thon,
She unexpectedly ventured online.
In wealth and felt drawn
To a high social newsroom,
Today’s forecast of jail.
Heard in this foreign room,
Approaching the cell with bail,
They should be sleeping in-
Their dignity, the others
Came along for the ride, all-in
Very aggressive brothers,
She wasn’t supposed to come.
That’s the bitter end-
Of the Indians income
Trapped in a mirror, rear-end
Of a train on a bank,
For years at the station, ascend
Swords in graves under a tank…
Fighting the ghosts of pretend…

 

© 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


The West Galley

November 18, 2007 § Leave a comment

An unknown artist

sinks into space, plays

with a futurist…

sultry, dusty days.

Sailing with a gas stick,

fragrant firestone,

air arithmetic,

he dreams the unknown.

Waiting for the call…

float and water etch-

information wall,

the artist would sketch-

Image: vessel craft

pulsating in sky,

…to display a draft,

naked human eye.

One final earth breath,

the work done at best.

Secrets: Warship death

lost in solar quest.

 

© Sonya Rose

The Bare Tree

October 21, 2007 § 4 Comments

Life is like clockworks…
time travels in mysterious ways:
the hours are minutes-
and months, days.
In this world-
miles from home
with no one to watch over me…
I am not alone.
If I could wish
on every tree I see…
I wish my wings were clipped
and for a moment, not set free;
then, I could make my footprints
in wet sand…

And able to call
this place … home, my land.

 

© Sonya Rose

Fatalistic

October 21, 2007 § 2 Comments

The threat is real to our ability-
Pursues, meets, and contains our goals.
So simple, so complex, secrets of lost souls-
My story of the man on bended knee…
The picture parts, then returns in my mind.
The towers fell with hope to find…

Emotional, intellectual discord does not cease.

How things will be, remains behind-
The elite, inconvenient cast, humankind.
Worn down, scared repeatedly, no time for peace.
On edge, obtain the easy, harm.
Forces slow down, heighten sense of alarm.

Indications from variety of sources-

Guard the strategy; assemble the play.
Dangerous hours from death any day-
Final moment of caution, here comes the horses.
The will and twitching of muscles on the battlefront-
Emergencies, excessive and prolonged in the hunt-

Blood pressure rising, swinging-

Anger explodes in violence.
All these protests do, do not make sense.
The chemical changes are deeply troubling.
Suffering, shaking, where is home?
Front lines with the wounded, I roam.

The rules of war, all the questions on death-

No death, life after life after a terror attack.
The ringing in the ears, which has your back?
Perspire with stomach cramps; take one long breath.
Rapid and shallow, slow and deep inhale fright-
The flushed faces prepare to fight.

Hands are trembling; balance is unsteady, steady.

Rapid thoughts, forgetfulness and even hallucinations-
Are intense, the paranoia of all the nations-
Preparations, we are really never ready.
Waiting, wondering where each other goes…
Into the darkest corners stand our foes.

 

© Sonya Rose

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