The Threat

December 13, 2007 § Leave a comment

Hours pass
She walks on
Glass
A myrmidon
In her choice,
screams!
Some voice
Pretty bad dreams

 

© Sonya Rose

Yes, Dearest

December 13, 2007 § Leave a comment

Heaven, can you hear us?
Stop the crying.
Heaven, can you see us?
Help the dying…
Are you there-
feeling our pain?
Souls are in your care…
Our hearts contain-
a slaying, secular song.
Will you send
the strong
to descend?
We hear a warning,
trumpets on high;
coming in mourning,
we don’t ask why…

 

© Sonya Rose

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 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

Tender & Twisted

December 13, 2007 § Leave a comment

I wrote these lyrics on a rainy night in spring (2005) for sweet single ladies who dream passionately.

 

I can hear the rain trickling down
While my fingers drown
In this sacred scream,
You are here with me in this crazy dream
In my mind one on one you and I
Fly
One on one, you and me
Loosing myself to you, can’t you see?
Don’t tell me to chill…
I am living my life for the thrill…


Your sweet lips spread so wide
Breathe so heavy; let me ride
Your skin is so alive…hot to touch
It is for real? I want you so much
I can tell by your sighs…By your sighs
Feels so good…I’m ready for the highs
To scream with you…I’m free…
Do you want me?


Your taste lingers in my mouth still
Your touch burns my skin till…
You left me aching for more of you…
I find myself thinking of you… (Not true…)
It’s true…More than I ever thought I would
You have such a hold on me so damn good
I’d be willing to please you forever
I’m exploding with heartache… (Never…)
S-a-t-i-s-f-a-c-t-i-o-n, I’ll reach when
Will I be able to have you again?
You and you, even you…
I can never get enough (of you and you, even you…)
Being so in love with you and you, even you
It’s true
I’m so in love (with you and you, even you…)
That’s how you want it to be…
Single and you love without the touch of me
Without my kiss,
What the hell…I know you want this


Your sweet lips spread so wide
Breathe so heavy, let me ride
Your skin is so alive…hot to the touch
It is for real…I want you so much
I can tell by your sighs…By your sighs
Feels so good…I’m ready for the highs
Scream with you…I’m free…
Do you want me?


So sensitive…I feel fire between my dark seas
I’m falling on my knees…
Once again with you on my mind
I run my hand in a place to find
Last night you and you, even you…
Your kiss (soooo……) kind (unkind)
I hate this feeling of being alone…it’s true
All I can do is touch…
Silently wishing you would be my guy…
Be inside…I’m thinking of you
More than I every thought I would…Can’t you see…
You have a hold on me…its true… (Untrue)
I’d be willing to please you for eternity


Your sweet lips spread so wide
Breathe so heavy so alive, let me ride
Your skin is so alive…hot to the touch
It is for real…I want you so damn much
I can tell by your sighs…By your sighs
Feels so good…I’m ready for the highs
Scream with you…I’m free…
Do you want me?

 

© 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

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

Silent Screams

December 13, 2007 § 1 Comment


Prancing in water-
like a river of lions, a marvelous Empire…
I see you burning-I’m getting hotter;
It is you who I desire…
I escape
past the night,
wrapping the moonscape-
the electric light
around my curving body.
Dominate my eyes, spent skin
breath … you’re somebody
Where have you been?
Those pills by your pillow…
at the very portal of this dream…
…it’s not your peccadillo;
Drink the serene, cherished stream-
a stairway of waves into oblivion.
Quiet … the stars begin to ride…
Larger than the soul of the sun,
you and I inhale-exhale passion, open-eyed.

 

© 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

Shepperd

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
Microscopic
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
Something
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

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

Salvation

December 13, 2007 § Leave a comment

A place in my heart is kept from the reality of the world.

Never troubled or afraid, love is hurled

Into the air of loneliness, circles of eight:

Eternity floats ashore and makes a date.

A beautiful sight – angels in flight…

way above acts in the night

Look around you;

Look for a clue

In creation-

Salvation

 

© 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

Sabile’s Smile

December 13, 2007 § Leave a comment

Sabile Shala was a 91-year old blind ethnic Albanian refugee who suffered from diabetes and lost track of all her relatives in the late 1990’s. I wrote this poem inspired by her spirit and everyone else’s strength of disrupted lives.

 

Where are my children?
I wish to die.
My sons and daughters of ten,
How will I live and identify?
Your faces in this outcry-
I am ready to reconcile,
With my country who bids goodbye.
If only I can smile…


Once again,
There’s no medication to buy.
My old bones ache when
Night falls and I cry.
Doctors of the World try
And try. Meanwhile,
I found shelter on standby.
If only I can smile…


Men, women, children,
And I are forced to leave; thereby,
I am looking for a doctor to comply
With feelings of suicide and supply
Pills to end this pain in exile
In my house, laughter would occupy.
If only I can smile…


I am sharing my last breaths; whereby,
Strangers assure me I am not senile.
I resemble someone’s grandma, by and by-
If only I can smile…


Goodnight,
My children, awhile
I send my love in a lullaby.
If only, I can smile…

But I’ll walk another mile
To heaven for your smile…

 

© 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

Rapt in Reverie

December 13, 2007 § Leave a comment

I agree…
I don’t
really know your country;
But, I won’t
pretend to see
that you and I are truly free-
say to be
Nirvana’s draftee.
Today, I woke up to this dream
on the side of the New World;
And, I was sailing in the bloodstream
to the forgotten old-world

 

© 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…
Of
Rome
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
Iraq.
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

Make-Believer

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

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