Pleasure Streams

December 11, 2008 § Leave a comment

 

We know not
which way to run
in darken cellars.
We stand in a circle
of celebrations;
immune
by the vibrations
under our feet.
We feel a storm
is coming.
Yet we cannot see
the rain falling
from the skies…
over us, until
we have drown.

 

© Sonya Rose

Lie-in-Wait

December 11, 2008 § Leave a comment

 

An old-fashioned junkie
Swallowed once more-
parched on bended knee.
Shadow of recollections in his drawer-
of photographs next to a single bed.
Her rosy lips curled in disgust, the blur…
Breaths of two in one minute, fled-
Moments of mercy for her.
A nurse with emotions recalling…
She wonders alone, goddess of his lot.
Heart bleeds with sadness, bawling…
Hopes for something; knot-
in her tongue, hand on his face…
His gray-green eyes, barrier to lies,
no longer sparkled in this place.
He listened and heard, “Don’t die”.
The room rushed in, what-would-be.
Arm’s reach from a half-naked picture-
She’s feeding the hungry;
making plenty of men richer…
Stared at her the time apart, hesitantly…
Another chance to save him—code blue.
“Please just tell me…”
Speaking down a long, dark road, through-
The other side … swept into a glimpse of fate.
What else was in her power? The end-
of a love story … dare not, not to late…
to tell the man she hated then…
She did not wish for him to die.
Could not ignore his good deeds,
nor imagine love built on a lie.
Three minutes, she pleads….
Doom was at hand.
He wanted her to love him enough.
To leave him, let go of his hand…
Staying by his side was rough.
Her cherished smile and voice so sweet-
was all he ever wanted … not swallow the hurt.
Rushing in the rain … rising to shaky feet,
she dropped the rose and an angel fell, in the wet dirt…

 

© Sonya Rose

Oceans Apart

December 11, 2008 § 2 Comments

It’s been a long time
since I saw the tide roll in.
Since I’ve seen your face
wondering where you’ve been…

Hiding deep in the ocean,
you never swim above,
sinking in constant emotion.
Are you drowning in love…
of no more?
Or is your love hidden,
knocking on my door?
Could our touch be forbidden?

If you choose to float ashore,
you’ll find that I’ll be there
no more.
But don’t look for me, if you care…

You’ll hear me in you heart…
for we’re oceans apart.

 

© Sonya Rose

Old Familiar Light

December 11, 2008 § Leave a comment


Maybe the reason
why I can’t love you:
I lost my heart
in your room.

 

Come cover me with
Love-
In your room.

 

A blanket of the past
keeps me warm-
In your room,
In your room,
I’m lost
in an old familiar light-
In your room.

 

© 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

Loving You?

December 11, 2008 § Leave a comment


So sorry for what I said-
a desert growing in my head.
How do I tell you so,
punching high and low?

 

Stop the pain inside.
Your touch is where I abide.

 

Open a world to emotion:
A stormy past scatters in my ocean.
I drown in taking another chance.
Surf upon these waters and dance.

 

Look into my eyes and what do you see?
Blinded by the light in me.

 

No more laughter, in the pouring rain…
How do you explain
the thief in the night who stole my days,
and misguided my ways?

 

Always told what to do…
I have finally escaped the face of you.

 

© Sonya Rose

Strangers in Love

December 11, 2008 § Leave a comment

 


Your eyes

 

sparkle in the dark

 

as I say my goodbyes.

 

Mark

 

my name across

 

your heart.

 

Love is not a loss.

 

A river flows apart

 

our souls.

 

We can never drown.

 

Devotion strolls

 

to another town.

 

 

© Sonya Rose

Memory Bay

December 11, 2008 § Leave a comment


Did you ever wish upon a star
dancing alone in the sky?
Shining so bright from afar…
As if never wanting to die
from your sight…
to stay forever…
fulfilling your one wish tonight
and leave you never?

 


But, promises
that lie on a string
become so heavy. Kiss
the air—of nothing;
You become prisoner
locked in the night.
What does occur
is a life not right.

 


Walking away,
you crossed
deep waters of yesterday;
Onto a bridge, you’re tossed
into the morning … you left on a whim;
Simply gone away…
And, your heart still beats by him,
washed ashore on Memory Bay.

 

 

© Sonya Rose

Fate

December 11, 2008 § Leave a comment

 

He controls the tide;
runs at my side.

 

No where to hide,
I jump on the ride.

 

I long to fly low.
Where will I go?

 

Back to each other,
my lover or another…

 

© Sonya Rose

Falling

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

Fall

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

Birch Tree

December 16, 2007 § 8 Comments


Have you seen her, high on a hill, linking earth and sky?
Her blossoms unveil the blessings of life.


Give gifts of peace and freedom to a heart’s cry.
Have you seen her, high on a hill, linking earth and sky?


The most ladylike of all trees, I can most identify.
Her fertility and reliability flow deep in the afterlife.


Have you seen her, high on a hill, linking earth and sky?
Her blossoms unveil the blessings of life.

© Sonya Rose

L.O.V.E.

December 13, 2007 § 1 Comment

The Lovers. Painting by Rene Magritte.

Language
Of
Viewing
Eternity


© 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.
Farewell…farewell…farewell…


© Sonya Rose

Secret Screams

December 13, 2007 § 2 Comments

Her thoughts
which I decided to terminate
are one-dimensional
(primary thoughts),
all positive;
but, I covered all the bases-
positive and negative.


Why don’t you make up
a life story that you never lived?


Sounds like a plan…


Your luggage never gets lost
on an imaginary journey.


Clues are helpful;
negatives are helpful.


What went wrong…
people who are lying,
wanting the perfect details-
people who are not interested
in learning anything.


So sad, so long…


She only wants to convince
everyone around her
that her actions are righteous.


People who are truthful with me-
ask and answer questions.
I’m confident about what I said:
I don’t care how
now I appear to you…
I’m more interested in you
understanding me:
My focus was internal,
from the heart and mind
of a simple woman.


Do I bring you discomfort…
knowing that I know the truth?


We are all not innocent,
Saints included.
I do not resent you:
I feel sorry for you…


A personal truth needs
to be explored further;
maybe not now, but in the future.


The guilty wants me to forget-
change the subject:
mental abuse.


Most everyone goes into battle,
verbal combat unprepared…
You can think clearly,
effectively communicate…


Two days later
after the blow-out or blow-up,
I have no guilt
on writing little truths:
I only have pain.


The bullets I fired
seem war like-
arsenal, weapons of mine
are understandable-for the future;
What about yours?


It’s showtime.


Your lies and hatred are injurious
and I had to protect…
Well, if you want to enter a battle again
with me, be well armed.
I’ve had enough.


I don’t need you by my side:
I don’t need your love.
I won’t be thinking…
of a few names much after this.


Life isn’t easy.
I didn’t cause these problems;
but, you can stop them.
You have the power
and I won’t apologize to you
because what I said…
was the truth, again…
all I would have to do-
is soothe your ego.


I’ve only touched the surface.


You thank me first
before I apologize;
so much stress…
so much left behind…
The Divide.


She will never realize
how selfish she is:
one percent of the problem.


His heart, hers
unstandable upset…
touchy situation-
could have been handled
so differently…
I never accused;
I alluded…


He isn’t being truthful
with himself.
I do not need to comfort…
or say I’m sorry-
to those cheating life.


Why do I keep on writing…
because honor is questioned
and I’m free falling into something…
nothing I’ve written about
for the original thought
was being caught off guard.


Your answers to questions
are always rehearsed…
Don’t try to defend
what everyone knows;
you can’t change
unless you’re willing…


She really misses you…
how do you swallow it and…
let it go-
like it never happened?


I have nothing to think about…
The guilty confesses…
she can be mean.


Does it make you feel good
when you scream at everyone?
Does it make you feel…
superior?


He gets off on his screams…
has an excuse for all her actions.


Making excuses…
putting stuff in little minds.
(Stay focused…)


So much hate…
(Stay focused…)


How do you hate someone that bad…
feel that much hate?-
It’s super deep, super bad
(Stay focused…)


He’s mad.
Doing what you did is one thing;
we can get past that…
but lying about it
is something that I cannot deal with,
all too harmful.


Just be honest and we’ll be able
to put this whole thing behind us…


The divide is getting wider I see.


She hides behind the veil,
grabbing for the machine guns
to shoot anyone who comes close.


I don’t want to be around
that insecurity.


Until you come clean,
it won’t be possible for you
to continue shooting here…


The situation is not right
and you know it.
Why don’t you lie some more
to people out of embarrassment,
out of fear…


Putting the hate seed in-
heads, going along with it,
just as guilty.


How do you become awake…
eliminate those blockers
that keep you from seeing
what’s really going on?


You lie the loudest
when you lie to yourself,
softly…
the event of another storm.


I hate how it sounds…
Reality never changes…
only our perception of it;
so, how do you see it?


Bullets go through me;
I’m bleeding to death…
So quickly to wind everyone up…
never to hesitate once
you jump right away into the war.


Are you motivated to avoid pain
or you desire to gain pleasure…?


I’m slowly bleeding…
I’m losing sight…
are you-
of the personal truths…
out of anger and ignorance?


It is simple…
my benefit outweighs … lying.


Once, he finds out who he is-
who will comfort him: the coward?-
Under the influence of fear…


When I started writing…
I looked infront of me, inside me…
so many bullet holes…


Can you see the light now
shining inside of me?


Your judgment maybe-
impaired.


Somewhere out there … someone
is crying really hard; I’m bleeding…
You can’t make sense of it:
Don’t try.


I hear the screams…
all silent…
pain buried in faces…
so deep inside.
No one knows …
where they belong exactly-
their place in the world,
for where they are they don’t wish to be…


Somewhere out there
a mother loves her children so much…
and they don’t realize
or take the time to look within hearts…
Many mothers like this
and history repeats itself all over again
like it did centuries ago.


Cherish the good;
but, learn from your mistakes.
I have and didn’t even know I was making them.


Now, I’ve come, too, see more of the truth…
Go … go on … go on … and get buried-
he says to me.


Our families will never heal until…


…to forgive is not always easy.
How many more secrets…?
let’s shove more in the closet-
until it explodes.


From the outside, it’s beautifully white…
How dark inside…
how very dark.


I don’t mind dying…
there is always pain before birth.

 

© 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

Peace Soldier

December 13, 2007 § Leave a comment

Dying, slowly changed-
you. Faiths exchanged
for Hope.
Examine under a microscope,
All is rearranged


Circles, shapes of a soul,
no start or finish, a loophole,
complete in its entire,
with energy, befalls a bonfire.
Your life is whole,


piece by piece,
a dream, a masterpiece;
What the Master weaves-
a miracle conceives
a child of peace.

 

© Sonya Rose

Streaming Summer

December 13, 2007 § Leave a comment

Zero and Zeal, poets in motion-

Drawn to nature, love the ocean.

Taste the salt from my hand.

Melt in castles made of sand.

Skies on fire, wings of ice-

Break on high, fall like dice.

In the ocean, swept to shore-

Dead fish will dance once more.

Dance, dance, dance, ring upon ring-

A broken dance with a Fisher King-

Dance upon water; dance upon sand.

Dance to life. Feel your hand-

Through the dune, one-to-one,

If I can’t fly, then I will run.

To the rise of another place-

How the sun freely dissolved your face.

 

© Sonya Rose

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