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.

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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.


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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


The wind screams.

The leaves dance

in the cold streams,

in ritual romance.

The sun seldom shines.

The last animal dines.

Behind a cloud

Fall takes off the shroud;

I feel the great chill coming.

The birds stopped humming.


© 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

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

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

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

Piano Strings

December 2, 2007 § Leave a comment

the lines
our minds,
we drift
the lands
we explored
as children.


© Sonya Rose

Paradise Awakens

December 2, 2007 § Leave a comment


Two lovers long

to be one

with a never-ending song.

The struggles

they need to overcome

and feelings

they share apart


into soft whispers.


© Sonya Rose

Ice Queen

December 2, 2007 § Leave a comment

“…you called my name and love was born…” – Depeche Mode


I know she is there exposed;
Her orchestrations are vibrant and composed,
Resurrecting far from the hardened earth; the ocean knows…
She is there; he breaks through a warming wind in plainclothes.
The sky even knows she is there; toys with light, clouds exposed.

An artist’s eyes open; galleries of lives have closed.
I could feel her in the syncopation of the concert; diagnosed…
Dmitri’s throat in Rachmaninoff’s “The Dream” as she rose…
I know she is there exposed;

With playful grace, something inviting flows; disclosed…
In channels of motion the sormed of the pianist are exposed.
His strumming hands and measured breaths propose…
To the pleasures of having dreams traipse in my nightclothes.
The suspense swings from future photos overexposed.
I know she is there exposed;

I cannot let the morning arise without will.
The time of sleep is over yet I am sleeping still.
She moves me through pale curtains as I write-in-
A newfound lover who whispers her mystery again:
Should I slumber she will wake me with freewill.

She will entice me through a polluted windowsill.
And I will honor her by dreaming the unreal.
What more could she ask that I would so freely let-in?
I cannot let the morning arise without will.

Bowed string and breath-blown reed, sound waves fill…
A symphony of wind; my ashes in earthly perfections kill…
My thoughts; the ghost of her drinks the darkness all-in.
Grounds made ready for an artful gaze; now, I feel her within.
Overtaken by the secret rituals of sleeping in winter-kill:
I cannot let the morning arise without will.


© Sonya Rose

Desert Thunder

December 2, 2007 § Leave a comment

“Desert Thunder” is a collaborative poem written by Suzann Kotchka, Katie Marion, Scott Cowie, Damien Shaw, Lillian Atkinson, and me.


“Happiness comes of the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to think freely, to risk life, to be needed.” Storm Jameson

In my life, marks the hope of much wonder.
In her presence, my heart beats of thunder.

A streak of white light, a loud crashing boom,
The strings of my heart stretch thin on the loom.

Dying in cave clutter, I meet lightning-
Her touch, overwhelmingly frightening…

Trying to focus on the canyon clay,
Wholesome creation faints from disarray.

Faith blinks in laver, wakes my sufferance.
Dust devils come quickly. Vanish. Dispense…

Cloudy glass, channels of forte-fire,
Crump from crusades, in limbo, I love her!

Her love is found by fate on arrival.
Notions encompass on my own survival.

From the depths, I must delve into my soul.
I knowingly relinquish surreal control.

When I was weak, I could never forgive.
Happiness is not forgetting to live.


© 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

Bathing Beauty

October 21, 2007 § Leave a comment

Droplets of a dream
fall by the dozen
into a basin,
a whirlpool
creating ripples,
washing upon
my feet…
I contemplate
five minutes longer…


© Sonya Rose

The Dream of the Mighty Oak Tree

October 21, 2007 § Leave a comment

[a.k.a. “Tree of Wisdom”]

In the silence of this room,
I hear the echo of birth…
thunder and lightening of earth;
A mighty tree mounts in womb.

To the depths of his roots…
to the face of his bark…
touch his bare branches; Mark~
signs of life bear good fruits.

The shape of inner being:
the roots, trunk, branches, and leaves~
a world of Adam and Eves…
Are we capable of seeing?

Unaware, immortal tree,
wise in numbers…breathe fresh air~
Chopping down life, results bear…
Common rebirth, think…Trustee.

Tall and well-spaced harmony~
maturing, mistletoe of the Oak…
Out of a dream, my senses awoke
with an understanding kiss from thee.


© 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

Seeking Eve

October 1, 2007 § Leave a comment

The Eve who works in a mine,

also works in my unconscious,

in my physical and mental activities.

Tonight, I’m digging-

within my experiences, memories,

my deeper levels of consciousness,

to bring up her treasures,

valuable resources buried within.

I take one long breathe-

here in the City of Angels

and I feel Eve’s rivals

are seeking her downfall,

stirring up past mistakes.

Who are her enemies?:

Who seek to ruin her life-in all of us?

I’m digging deeper,

extending myself again

and going within,

seeking out more inner treasures.

Productivity is something of Eve’s;

so I go underground

where she is unclaimed …

something that is mine,

something that is yours.

Soul for the keeping…

Are you, too, seeking comfort?

Are you, too, seeking Eve?


© Sonya Rose

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