Feel Me (2007)

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I've recently run across some old poems... 

Adding some of them to my online anthology...

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Turn off this static

that fills my mind.

Flee to the woods

this soul of mine.

Arms outstretched.

Face to the sun.

Fill my senses with wonderment!

Fill my lungs with life!

Fill my heart with freedom!

let me taste the prism hues

let me dance upon the rainbow

let me touch the sky

Fill me!

Feel me....

Let me know I am

ALIVE.

january 2007

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August 11, 2024

As I'm rereading these poems from decades past, I read about a woman in distress. And, in 2007, I'd say that was true. (There've been other years of distress too.) I felt I was battling for my mind, maybe? January 2007 was when I began to experience and see that the anti-cult movement could be just as cultish as the cult. I received a big dose of this understanding in the subsequent years. 

I also began to see that "cult" behavior is human behavior but taken to an extreme. 

A blog post from 2018: "Cult behavior is human behavior..."

Toxic (2007)

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I've recently run across some old poems... 

Adding some of them to my online anthology...

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I feel entrapped

Wearied I am

Yet nothing I've done to be weary

Snap these invisible bonds!

Catapult self-righteous demands

to the farthest breadth.

I desire

rest

verve

depth

But all I hear are these jumbling torrents

Venomous words run through my head

"STOP IT!"

I cry to no avail

Emotional masochist that I am

This insanity within...

Do others know it too?

Let me run naked through the woods

Live among the wild beasts

O survival!!!

To live by instinct

I am too cush in my middle-class life

Bound by society's standards

Does it not make brute beasts of us all?

january 2007

Transition (2007)

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I've recently run across some old poems... 

Adding some of them to my online anthology...

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Dare I enter?
Do I dare?

I tiptoe face forward
backward in time
to take a peek,
or a full view.

....breathe.....

I stroll
into my past.
Labor to touch
innocence
sublime.

A peek?
No.
A full view,
yet only a part
of what I lost:
Innocence
Heart

May I touch you?
Gentle I will be.
What I once knew?
Will you teach me?

May I embrace you?
Will you embrace me?
May I carry you
Forward with me?

.....breathe.....

I turn, I walk
into the now.
Abandon not
this presence of innocence,
the why
the how.

Dare I enter?
Do I dare?

january, 2007

Feel the fear and do it anyway.

 

Senses (2007)

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I've recently run across some old poems... 

Adding some of them to my online anthology...

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Mesmerizing sunset

Prism hues paint the sky

yellows, pinks, purples

Yet without sight

No mesmerizing.

Entrancing song

Melodious tunes fill the air

flutes, strings, rhythm beats

Yet without hearing

No entrancement.

Inviting jasmine

Fragrance impregnates the meadow

sensual, rustic, calming

Yet without smell

No invitation.

Enticing chocolate

Sweet morsels enliven the tongue

rich, amorous, satisfying

Yet without taste

No enticement.

Alluring physique

Tender touch electrifies fingertips

firm, supple, warm

Yet without touch

No allurement.

Enlightening spirit

Quickening every cell

life, death, resurrection

Yet without faith

No enlightenment.

january, 2007

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Inspired by Watchman Nee