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Ancient Goddess/32/soul love saga/quantum spirituality

It was raining


just under the trees.
I stretched my arms


and saturate my being.

When the ways of the world


failed me
I ran beyond


the boundaries

where I was surrounded by the woods

and sat with my back against

an Ancient goddess as

she revealed what was


important again.

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rain/23/soul love saga

DSCF2440Rain
Sometimes the weather feels as though it is a part of my being, belonging to me blending with my tears soaking my emotions. Rhyming with pain as it makes my body ache. A chorus of insanity falls upon the earth. Flooding our plane of existence letting everyone see how I feel. No sun shall shine from the sky, warming my insides, burning my skin. The moon and stars in the midnight sky will disguise themselves hiding mysteriously behind the darkened clouds from our curious eyes tonight.

The rain seems to follow me wherever I go, from Maine to the bottom of Mexico, making me wet from the inside out, soaking my dignity along with my clothes.

On a day like this, everything is a uniform of grey. Shadows standing tall and proud around any corner you may turn. Everybody goes on with their life in a downpour. The cars flying over thirty-five hydroplane down the streets. Splashing innocent, not so lucky, pedestrians now immersed in a mixture of oily, murky nasty water the road had willingly collected for this occasion.

Kids have no worries as they make sure not to miss the chance to jump, dance, splash and kick through every puddle they come across only to arrive home in their soggy wet clothes, dripping with muddy liquid all over their mamma’s clean floor. The pretty girls hide their hair. Brave men just don’t care. No matter where you look, what you will perceive is the drizzle falling from the sky. How the motion concurs over the still dryness that use to be.

A rainfall at night may hold us for ransom inside during the long hours of the darkness. There is a constant tapping, reminding us to listen intently to the conditions of the battle on the roof above you.  The wind is rattling the windows as if Mother Nature is trying to break in to get you. It is only the sound of her tears crying on my window of pain, reminding me of sorrow. The sound of many rain drops hypnotizes me into a transcended state of mind as they hit upon the objects of the earth in the midnight hours.

The night crawlers are having a field day playing slimming their way through the mud, grass and foliage. Outside I get high from my altered states of consciousness, I feel safe from the flood of emotion. The cats are running from one shelter from the next, trying to keep their precious fur coats dry. I observe the individual translucent rain droplets as they hit the middle of the pools of water, the infinity of circles after impact as it dissipates and becomes one adding to the mass of metallic looking liquid.

Lightening enhances the world we live in with illuminating flashes of light. When the hot and cold air fronts come together, it creates a magical sky. Incredibly ravishing electricity with artistic streaks of light tears through the overcast sky. The incredibly ravaging electricity with artistic streaks of light tears through the over cast sky making it scream and holler as it strikes the earth with a killer bolt. Thunder rolls the storm clouds in with a roar of warning making your ear drums vibrate with the intense sound of the storms position. Anticipating the eye of the storm hoping that it doesn’t see you. Lightening can be dangerous, but it is still exciting to me, reviving me with incredible amounts of energy with every glimpse of fire that is cast upon the earth from the heavens above. When I search the skies for a vision to ponder I find striking results in a mid-summers storm.

I have to look past the winter, for the rain is far too cold bringing on long bouts of misery that tends to dampen my spirits. The weather is  an amazing natural condition I often find that it helps to stabilize my moods, in one direction or another.

I often feel the rain is a part of my being. I take it personally for it is mine alone. During the middle of a storm, I lift my hands high above my head in homage, letting the rain saturate my palms, spilling down in streams through the pits of my arms. I can only giggle as the torture tickles me for the rest of the fallen rain drops stain my clothes wet. From as far as I can see to the ground below my feet each molecule is a part of this universe a unity for you and me to wash our lives.
each drop is a reflection of the world we live in upside down without judgment….

unholy/19/soul love saga

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nyc 111Unholy
Sometimes it comes to a breaking point
You’ll never notice
until you look back
when you thought that they forgot
you get a knowing look
when hardships go down
I climb my way to the top
A poets tower
watching aura’s of deceptions
a land of vengeful retaliation
Unholy shades of purple
Maroon rain soaks past pain
How many friends do I lose along the way?
Names escape faces, as new era’s move in

Not forgetting what made me
the past created a bond
We shared, lived, and moved on
Things shall happen
Causing a stronger Nirvana

rain/36/soul love saga

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DSCF2578  Rain
Sometimes the weather feels as though it is a part of my being,
belonging to me. Blending with my tears, soaking my emotions.
Rhyming with pain as it makes my body ache.
A chorus of insanity falls upon the earth.
Flooding our plane of existence…
letting everyone see how I feel.
No sun shall shine from the sky,
warming my insides,
burning my skin.

The moon and stars in the midnight sky
will disguise themselves,
hiding mysteriously behind the darkened clouds
r                     from our curious eyes tonight.
a                A rainfall at night may hold us for ransom inside
I         during the long hours of the darkness.
n           There is a constant tapping. Anahita is
Reminding us to listen intently to the condition of the battle –
on the roof above you.
The wind is rattling the windows,
as if mother nature is trying to breakthrough to you.
It is only the sound of her tears crying on my window of pain,
reminding me of sorrow.
The sound of so many rain drops hypnotizes me into a transcended  state of mind as they hit upon the objects of the earth in the midnight hours.  I would love to stick my tongue out
and let a snowflake fall on it again.
clean.
I often feel the rain  is a part of my being.
I take it personally  for it is mine alone.
During the middle of a storm,
I lift my hands high above my head in homage, letting the rain saturate my palms, spilling down in streams through the pits of my arms.
I can only giggle as the torture tickles me.
For the rest of the fallen rain drops stain my clothes wet.
From as far as I can see
– to the ground below my feet-
h2o each molecule is a part of this universe-
a unity for you and me to wash our lives.

The rain seems to follow me wherever I go, from Maine to the bottom of Mexico. Crossing all borders bound for freedom….
Making me wet from the inside out, soaking my dignity along with  my clothes.

On a day like this, everything is a uniform of grey.
Shadows standing tall and proud around any corner you may turn.
Everybody goes on with their life in a downpour.
The cars flying over thirty-five hydroplane down the streets.
Splashing innocent pedestrians now immersed in a mixture of oily,
murky nasty water
the road had willingly collected for this occasion.

Kids have no worries as they make sure not to miss the chance to jump, dance, splash and kick through every puddle they come across. Only to arrive home in their soaking wet clothes. Dripping liquid all over their mamma’s clean floor. A muddy season with no mercy for the saturated souls. Wrinkled toes pealed from the dripping socks as soggy fingers wring out the water from unwanted wetness. The pretty girls hide their hair. Brave men just don’t care. Our elders are aching within the arthritic wizened culture that divides us.  No matter where you look what you will perceive  is the drizzle falling from the sky. How the motion concurs  over the still dryness that use to be. Rainbows steal the few glimpses of sun that may peak from behind the cloud renewing our faith. Through a silver lining we can see a new beginning.

The night crawlers are having a field day playing slimming their way through the mud, grass and foliage. Outside I get high from my altered states of consciousness, I feel safe from the flood of emotion. The cats are running from one shelter from the next, trying to keep their precious fur coats dry. The cows are lying in the pasture nibbling on grass.

I observe the individual translucent  rain droplets as they hit the middle of the pools of water. The infinity of circles after impact as it dissipates and becomes one with the mass of metallic looking liquid. Each drop reflects our world upside down. Water is the most abundant element on our planet.

Lightening enhances the world we live in with illuminating flashes of light. When the hot and cold air fronts come together it creates a magical sky. The incredibly ravishing electricity with artistic streaks of light tears from the overcast sky into  our ecosystem. Thunder  roars the storm clouds in with a warning making your ear drums vibrate  with the intense sound of the storms position. Anticipating the eye of the storm hoping that it doesn’t  see you. Lightening can be dangerous, but it is still exciting to me. Reviving me with incredible amounts of energy with every glimpse of fire that is cast upon the earth from the heavens above. When I search the skies for a vision to ponder I find striking results in a mid-summers storm.

I would love to stick my tongue out
and let a snowflake fall on it again.
clean.
I often feel the rain  is a part of my being.
I take it personally  for it is mine alone.
During the middle of a storm,
I lift my hands high above my head in homage, letting the rain saturate my palms, spilling down in streams through the pits of my arms.
I can only giggle as the torture tickles me.
For the rest of the fallen rain drops stain my clothes wet.
From as far as I can see
– to the ground below my feet-
each molecule is a part of this universe-
a unity for you and me to wash our lives.