Reblogs – Jude Itakali & Lorraine Lewis

One is the agonizing ache of unrequited love, the other is the depth of experience when feeling cut off. It seems we are constantly wrestling with one form of isolation or another.

Secret Admirer by Jude Itakali

Is it your smile 
that dazzles me 
The softness of your voice 
that comforts me 
The light in your eyes 
scrying my future joys 
Am I selfish 
for thinking you are the answer 
Presumptuous 
for dreaming you can want me too 

I’d like to tell you- 
I’m under your spell 
I’d like to speak my mind 
with the melody from my heart 
I’d like to say, I love you 
But I cannot 
Lest I spook and alarm 
For already, 
You are too precious to lose 
And a little bit of you 
Is better than none at all 

Paramour of dreams 
Peculiar with perfection 
My heart surrenders 
betrothed and bound to love you 
Meant to be, Never to be 

Alone by Lorraine Lewis

Cut off 
A blanket black 
Between us none can see 
A box the walls of a prison 
Close in 
Stifle 
Alone in the box fear rising 
No one to hear a cry 
Awareness stings 
Of life 

Outside 
The box people 
Living lives chattering 
Unaware of the person in 
The box 
Beside 
Them dying gasping for breath one 
Breath but it is too late 
A corpse lies dead 
Staring 

Skilled Response Required

Redux

I Write Her

not-sure-if-overly-complicated-or-if-i-am-stupid

I’ve always said humans are both – detrimentally stupid and utterly complicated.

The wide variety of situations we find ourselves in and the sheer volume of inappropriate choices we make, show us time and time again we are. We depend on our feelings and instinct, and then stupidity inevitably makes an appearance. Full-on reaction mode.

The best stance to take in all complicated situations is to clearly and calmly reflect on what the hell occurred to create this current tizzy. Determining the next best, logical step to take would be most prudent.

It’s the guaranteed solution for less stupidity.

Complicated is a permanent state.

You’ll still need to buckle up.

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Ripe

aching with sorrow and sadness
silently keeping in it
when, eventually the dam breaks
as chance moments
beckon forth deeply held emotions

tears spill quickly
because the lies
behind false smiles
of “i’m all right”
can’t help but break through the barrier
foolishly yet protectively erected

this water shed pinnacle of epic proportions
a facially distorting cataclysm
and puffy, snot producing event
this full-body aching outloud
it was inevitable
so predictable
it was necessary, to move on to healing



The Upside Of Being Down

frustration, anger, anxiety, and depression are our first defense
protecting us from the cruelty and rudeness the external
feelings alerting us our essence needs attention
a chord has been struck
signaling a path for recovery, for resolution

but we can feel a right mess if experienced in the extreme
time, medical intervention or patience could be necessary
to balance out what’s gone awry in life
what has us bump up against too much sometimes
out of our control, heaped on indiscriminately

these situations in our life will continue
accept you are only human and will feel
know that emotions are your defense mechanism
acknowledge them and work through them
come out the other side

Light

these times weigh heavily
cries for safety all around
our minds, our bodies and our souls left craving

take me where

physically…
a feeling of weightlessness
serenity
ease confronting life

emotionally…
being buoyant almost
lifted up without effort
naturally

mentally…
shining even under cover
penetrating the brain
awakening a path forward

…i can get my fill

Precious Pesky Ponderances

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #153

awake and alert
the mind focuses
on the tasks at hand
thoughts aligned to achieve results

i am pleased

day dreams slip in
swirling from one fantasy
to the next
thoughts drifting in pleasure

i am captured

sleep beckons my attention
wide awake with intrusion
no, thankfully not tonight
thoughts cease momentarily

i am relieved

nightmares force me awake
jumbling incoherent images
rousing heart-pumping emotions
thoughts gone haywire and weird

i am frightened

always pondering
images, words, feelings
flitting in and about
never-ending and overbearing

sometimes...
   they land on paper
          chapters closed and resolved
   they remain in my heart and mind
           not quite addressed, fearful of consequences
   i yell them at the hologram before me
           the need to purge anger arises
   they land on my cheeks
            the need to feel overwhelms
   i push them into the deep recesses, locked away
             remaining hidden from myself

but always a stream that never stops flowing