God’s Gift

December 21, 2008 § 1 Comment

Every morning, I rise to a canvas, snow-white.
A new experience awaits.
I vision a rainbow of light,
become as a little child who creates.

I am looking at art
though hands of a miracle,
to the center of my heart,
to the depths of my soul.

Taught by the Greatest Teacher,
I listen in silence…
Draw from every feature:
Perfection, Rebirth, and Innocence.

Presented a palette to paint the Prince of Peace,
I stand before the Divine’s greatest masterpiece.

© 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

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

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

Forbidden Love

December 2, 2007 § Leave a comment

“No matter how he tried he could not break free.” – Pink Floyd

 

Caught standing in a smoke-filled room.
A drummer gets ready for swift death.
I took one slow moving breath.
The first warhead opened its heavy perfume.
He hissed and came closer with flames.
Slowly burning, he rose under my feet.
So sensitive, loving and caring, concrete,
Reality was rumbling the floor of shames.
His hands made me speak secrets, sadden spirit.
Leaves his hand to make love under the moon-
He lies to people about what he does in every room.
He is a lord of tactics, a champ who will dispirit.
Nobody he knows grows numb from the front down…
Only I noticed changes in his rhythm, still businesslike.
The drummer likes to be liked, a leech to your psych.

For long hours in the night, I had no contact cross-town.
The mornings thereof he would slowly depart-
Those feelings of guilt, he was so slumberous sweet.
My love stroked my skin under a red satin sheet.
Dancing with hands, he played songs from the heart.
The golden triangles in my ear-
Suddenly, built a mathematical equation-
Sound the colors of love, a blind formation.
Make one from one and one clear.

The drummer shouts the invincible on top of me.
He looks in the mirror and looks great.
When it comes to eating he’d rather wait.
For he is aroused once again, glee and free.
His temperature rises and he’s feeling almost dizzy.
I felt his heart race and his heat.
His attacks of anxiety occur on a one-way street.
Swept in crystalline dust, he is far too busy.
Sadly, he is sharing nothing that’s real.
Promises he could never keep.
The consequences of his actions roll skin-deep.
In the city, he tries more bitter candy to heal.
Now, my God has turned this face to the light.
I see painted sacred symbols incised with demons faces.
In the mirror of the miraculous three Graces,
He keeps drumming in hopes to reunite.

Cutting all five fingers of his hardened hand,
A one-carat diamond fades in a ring of snow,
Sensitive skin draws pain from one big blow,
My lover lives in wonder, fantasy, and wasteland.
Who am I? I am the drum, the woman of his dreams.
He cannot see me because he can no longer sleep.
Flashes of changes, no dreams, he prays his soul to keep.
Joins the trembling teams-
Alone, I stand in the middle of one last fight.
To survive, I must wait in unsynchronized silence.
I hear one heartbeat, the dance suspense.
My love continues after his affair with Lady White.

 

© Sonya Rose

The Journey

November 14, 2007 § Leave a comment

I looked into the skies tonight.

I see your face just shining bright.

I’ll keep you near and hold you tight

and live with your love for one more night.

The thoughts in my head, I will cherish forever.

My love for you would change not ever.

I would love to be a dove just flying free~

for the world, I’d have all to see.

To be the one just flying high,

across the long and lonesome sky,

would slowly bring a teardrop to my eye.

To see you grin, to see you smile…

for you, I’d walk the earth’s endless mile.

All the journey through life, they will come to an end,

and all my love for you, they’ll send…

 

© Sonya Rose

The Great Healing

October 21, 2007 § 4 Comments

Open your heart and share-
your love by God’s decree.
Pray for the suffering everywhere.

The world in great despair
fights to be free…
Open your heart and share-

Invite strangers, foes into your care;
Green peace embrace…Heroes of harmony-
Pray for the suffering everywhere.

Respond with spiritual welfare;
Here with me, heal the agony.
Open your heart and share-

Touch the center of prayer.
The world needs you, like a mystery-
Pray for the suffering everywhere.

In changing times, prepare
to march with mercy…
Open your heart and share-
Pray for the suffering everywhere.

© 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 Rose among Thorns

October 10, 2007 § 2 Comments

Little white lies, so harmless and free
I woke at night and heard its constant sound.
So why the hell were they killing me-
How could I forget the act, lost and found?
My fingers shaped the melody
Of my longing, my love, and my pain.
Notes and vibrant chords trembled far
Into this night of thunder and rain.
Tomorrow I will arrange to go somewhere.
Anywhere, alone, and I must wrestle
With my soul only, or, if not tomorrow
At least the day after, as soon as I nestle
Into nothing that is not true…true
Far down in my dreams, drifting, shining,
Mirrored in the stars, my heart is sinking
Under the August moon, we are dining.
The hour of us is so enchanting.
How could beauty bring only pain?
Somewhere on the well-beaten path
I lay my heart down in vain.
My pride once sustained me-
Is beginning to fail me now.
What is my excuse?
Troublesome question, “How?”
How did our tension increase?
If only I could forget the breaking point…
My blindness of my lover did not last.
A rose drops petals, no longer joint-
Drawing in deep breathes…my heart is free.
Strange man enters the gate in hopes to-be-
Listening to the music, hours wrong, off-key.
My piano and I hum what’s wrong with me?
The sound of my heart is very faint.
I wonder where my last lover can be…
The man who watches can hear my cry.
I wake from a dream, feel the thorns in me…

 

© Sonya Rose

Cherish

October 7, 2007 § 1 Comment

Hands toiled,
clothes soiled,
she breathes
and leaves
her scent.
Back bent,
red skin
so thin
for years,
lost tears
in sleep
to keep
her high;
night’s sigh-
low pay
work day:
Her gift
to lift
my dreams.
Love streams
the sum
of mom.

 

© Sonya Rose

Child’s Play

October 7, 2007 § Leave a comment

Prancing in water…
playing with fire-
performs a tauter
in magical attire.
Penetrate the wind
aroused in a cloud…
closer and closer, skin
being the shroud…
Beauty within souls
and one last miracle-
gives light to fools…
Who is merciful?

Deceivers walks in
with destruction,
Revelers of sad sin-
an empty suction
reigns
are heavy.
He entertains
to levy;
The savage walls,
are built by hands
who evil calls.
Dark power expands…
tear the shroud
from the sun-
Witness someone’s child
who has won.

 

© Sonya Rose

Woman of Darfur

October 7, 2007 § 1 Comment

She came to me,
blinded by the man
who took her life;
She runs in dark circles.
How can I help-
a blind woman who wished to die…
Who cries to me in my dreams?
In the morning when I arise,
I hear her children crying-
apart from what they do not
understand.
The vague trembling of their voices
are heard by the ears of saints (I hope).
The trumpets are sounded
by friends in black holes.
Stand apart, strong.
Do not weep behind the curtains
of your bedroom window.
Stand with visions of charity
in the shadow of the sun (I pray).

 

© Sonya Rose

COMPASSION

October 7, 2007 § 1 Comment

Crawl inside a sufferer’s skin.
One with emotion, two merge therein.
Move into the depths of a soul with sorrow.
Pray together, day and night, for a brighter tomorrow.
Assist weepers with broken heart desires.
See with mourner’s eyes and escape the mire.
Share an experience, written in a book, the everlasting.
Intimacy is sharing the rainbow after stormy forecasting.
Our souls soar to an unfailing height.
Need to walk with you in the Light.

 

© Sonya Rose

The Last Straw

October 5, 2007 § Leave a comment

There’s a pre-existing condition within my circle

that I did not create,

only a part of

the physical, sexual, and emotional abuse.

This is a vicious cycle

with too much too expect,

denigrate, or ignore…

I am so tired from opening up

like a rose

when a little sun hits my face;

then, the thunder rolls of

psychological abuse…

again.

It never ends

as there will always be storms

as well as sunshine

in all our lives,

not just mine.

We all survive breakups

within our family

within ourselves

or do we?

I don’t think so…

not according to what I’ve seen-

what I’ve heard

just yesterday.

In my circle,

comes a white-haired man

with straws…

I picked one…

which one do you think I got?

This morning I awoke…

manipulated in a power play

and held onto my straw.

I meditated on-

yesterday, I was confused

and felt guilty…

there is no “I love you but…”

or “see you down the road … maybe.”

or threatening me again…

The attacks are endless

and I wonder as if…

My way is a long and winding one

and the bag behind my back

of feathers is falling out,

one by one,

and I cannot catch

them all…

maybe, I don’t want to~

I’ve had enough.

 

© Sonya Rose

Star of Truth

October 1, 2007 § Leave a comment

“A Man is born under a certain star and has to conduct his life under its dominion; but, nevertheless, it is up to him to decide which of the powers and possibilities contained by the star he will develop and bring to full maturity in himself.” — Michelangelo

 

…It was a dream, a revelation
which stimulated my intellect,
asked so many questions,
and moved my soul and heart.

Looking back, my view
of the world, others…
My family has changed.

I’m just coming back
from the night;
experiencing a little break
and that can change—
any moment.

His music, his dance—
did break my heart:
Captivated my design.

I’m uncomfortably free again…
from that overpowering force
which caused me great distress.

Someone who only I could see—
or no one acknowledged at the time.

Frustrated…
It does not matter: my emotions
really…

People can be so cruel.
And I like true stories…
makes a dream very touching.

I like the man from the stars;
I like a great storyteller
who takes me for a ride in the galaxy.

I was scared of him at first…
Now, he doesn’t speak…
All at once, the torture and abuse
came over him…
That feeling of shock and disgust
was hard for me to describe…

How I saw the world through his eyes—
those images behind the scary mask…

A solitary tear ran down my face
in pity…
I know his pain…
of years of failing.

It’s not that simple…
It’s more bizarre by the minute:
The horrific scenes…
The zoo animals in the backseat…

How could I put a stop to the screams?

Should have done something sooner…
My heart turned to knots;
every time he looked at me…

He wasn’t a freak of nature;
A part of nature, really…
nothing different.

And sooner or later, we all can’t sleep
because of something:
Bullied, beaten, and pushed…
“What’s it all about?” I ask.

Yes, I learned more through him:
His life horrified me…
Brutally truthful and extraordinary.

Some call him “The Elephant Man”…
He called me: Vitruvian Woman;
as I was surrounded by five
men increasing…

There is a secret geometry—
in the human design.

Who was that man under his mask?
Who makes me run, hide, and study…?

I’m waiting patiently for the message…
By random and/or choice … asking him if I
could come in, once … again.

The light is constant, even in this darkness…
In this best kept secret dream…
Keeping an eye on what’s happening.

…Is my mind a mirror?

I could tell—
I do grasp things and receive;
but, do I keep
the subtle Star of Truth?;
for its power lies deep in me waiting,
wanting to be protected and directed.

 

© Sonya Rose

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