rumorsofme: Organizations

YOU!

Wed, 20 Aug 2008 06:46:19 GMT

YOU!

what have you done
with this web
you have spun?

with lies and deceit
you folded away
any hoped for relief -- beyond
anything more than brief

you live as though you
could and always would
leave lasting prints among
the ever-
changing true

all longings renewed
Your alone and lonely,
I outgrew.

~rom~

this can't be my body
the real one I live in
how had it gotten
so tired
with what foes
had i conspired?
this was not the
intended play
which I wrote,
as my Heart cried: Betrayed!
Lost to edgy plots,
flamingo-ed yards,
neon lined alleys
who was not
a prisoner taken?
Whose Life and Loved
Torn and Shaken?
To live is to die
in another lullaby.
To rise again,
Your mind curious and then?
Back to here when,
Castles in the sand,
Hand over hand
We tried to hold the veil,
Divide the seas with our white sail
But evening came and we found no place
Where the two of us could live as One.

This is a sad affair...the air filled with
the scent of orchids purple in the night.
Yet none enough to pass the cost,
Of sharing love's tender, razored fright.

It's nothing left to fight for
Just emptiness where LOVING should be
And from the long and waited need
Voices shouted down the surf, the tempestuous sea.

A window opens, reveals its feel
More than that it cannot do
We stood in that window with hearts
Dizzyingly unreal

Perhaps the love of my curious Soul
Will one day follow my gaze
I expect nothing in the end
And there will be that end.

Where?
When?
How?
Why?

The answer's just the same, we
play more games, always
arriving back to the dance
That for all we cannot call back.

~rom~

emptiness

Fri, 23 Mar 2007 07:26:57 GMT

Is it true ?
That emptiness can overcome you?

That want for touch
Can crack and steal the breath of such

A woman as I?
Who yielded all, then was left in a lie?

Bearing lonely gets tiresome,
Even for the Solitary ones.

While the shell of inclusion...rents the room
to Illusion.

(Just so there's no confusion, I no longer live there anymore.)

Where reality is lost and feelings are made at too great a cost.

Emptiness is a black hole, And gladly I sink into its role.

For the part calls for a Great Soul
That can bear the sadness while
Finding among the grief-felled tears/a comfort in the shining image/smiling back.

For the problem is...(isn't there always a problem?)
There is always a Gift in the problem
And a problem in the Gift.

So, don't be too hasty to judge when
Fearing that you'll never feel again.

Let those who have Mastered your Life thus far
Guide your way home by the Light of your own Unique Star.

You are yet a child in the stellar masses of gasses, and as you pass the Pillars of Creation,

The let-go will be easy to enter, it was from here somebody sent her

Sent her to a beautiful and not-for-long promise of a planet home

You trusted then, so trust now again.

Who knows what LOVES and Expressions of Love await us? Let-go-the-having-to-know.

Learn right up to the minute (they say, more adventures are even now being created for those of us who got caught and somewhat bereated, in the fading combinations of Earthly commotions and untrue devotions)

Perhaps we'll find whoever wrote our scripts and let them know what exactly we want on our next trip!

"Go ahead you trippers, you all wanted to see and know so much; we're just givin you a little extra push."

"Well" said I, "just remember what it is like stepping out on that wing strut -- there we thought was sheer peril and our demise, only to find as we did let-go, that we were experiencing just a hint of heaven, peace and some Promise of a Prize...that has never said good-bye.

~rom~

July 31, 2006

Mon, 31 Jul 2006 22:19:07 GMT

All that we wish

We were and could have done

May yet be on the Horizon

Waiting to be won.

Restless to our sorrow

Remote to our sighs

Sounding out the thunder

Where passion lies.

We lived our lives under

An image of sacrifice.

On a cross with a number

Men spit and tossed the dice.

While our hearts sank in stone

The heavens shot open

Streaks of light on the moutain shone

Who would not wonder

At the face of pain

In bloody yellow umber?

What Promise would now remain?

A grief without relief

Tore through time

Bonding to us a belief

Neither truth, and all blind.

~rom~

Ages of rages confined

The spinner of Dreams

She was each of us defined

Tracing our beginnings in seams.

Called by Angel's Wings

To pull the Truth from time,

She swam with the songs of earthlings,

A cyrstal promise of another kind.

To the heart of all humankind

She entrusted a home.

Freedom was the breath of her lined

Coffee eyes and it shone.

Paths of sunset graced her feet

And touching skin seemed to bring relief,

From harsher stories she could not repeat

Dimensions unsailed offered a saving disbelief.

For her eyes grew weary with the too deep.

Silence was silver and gold was the sleep.

~rom~

-rumorsofme-

here and there

Fri, 28 Jul 2006 06:30:26 GMT

"We are here but a short time and then gone

What sense does it make

This struggling on?"

~rumorsofme~

what?

Wed, 19 Jul 2006 01:11:21 GMT

We never used to hear the network evening news programs, and their front line correspondents, give the details of the on-going attacks of "never be another war like this war". Was not even imagined. Right?

Who can sit down to the evening supper, with their dearest, most loved family members circling the simple round oak table; and have any capacity to enjoy the conversations of their day's wonders, endings, concessions and confessions.

While I know this fire bathing of the oldest inhabitants of a weary earth occurs daily, moment-by-moment and tear-by-tear, I nonetheless feel my mind's silent retreat from a world growing increasingly mad for greed's sake. Less and less we hear of the least and best of humankind's ability to lift our spirit and enable a begin again...to open a door, break down a wall, give some light from a blood soaking night, reach for a paint brush when all else has failed or excite a student (to stay out of jail) with new found words that inspire them to build anew, map a course, welcome a stranger with a story that needs telling and trust -- when all else says: "Don't!"

I yet encourage you to begin again your evening's good night, your tomorrow's breaking for the new day making, and whisper bedtime tales when all else fails.

~rumorsofme~

The passionate eccentric and the 4th of July

Mon, 03 Jul 2006 20:35:37 GMT

What is that element in the continuing evolution of Humankind that will disrupt and destroy the beauty, happiness and excitement of the tradition of the glorious display of fireworks throughout every small town and city in this America 2006? What gives millions the thrill of starlight in exploding colors and noise will still be used to plot a network of pain, destruction, death and mutalition. One neighboring ally turned inside out in their righteous beliefs will turn every outside into rubble with their rains of fire and hate. I suppose I am one to always be baffled by the incredible harm one human being can do to another. Neverthless in this year 2006, July 4th will still be enjoyed by millions; and family, friends and innocent strangers will leap to capture footage, pictures and soundtracks of this splendid, ancient artform. I just don't understand why the eternal initiative for good will also be the connection to a conflagration that will finally annilihate every precious joy, respect, kindness, and sparkle of the human spirit.

-rumorsofme-

Yesterday's Blow to Tomorrow's Inspiration

Mon, 03 Jul 2006 01:23:22 GMT

"It's always about the god damm money!"

~rumorsofme~

Today's Artistic Insight

Thu, 29 Jun 2006 04:09:11 GMT

"The eye will deceive you, the mind cast shadows. Only by being in the heart can we know the fullness of beauty, the ideal of truth...the perfection of love."

~rumorsofme~

without...

Mon, 26 Jun 2006 21:56:27 GMT

One man lay dying

A woman by his side was crying

Children soon walked around

Silent in shock

To what they had found.

All the while I watched

without sound.

~rumorsofme~