poetry

picking daisies

/ leahjoyp. MayaRose SpokenWord / Leave a comment

I’m on a mountain timg_4813op
Birdseye to the world
Isolated on a cloud lonely with the sun
Self contamination waiting to be pierced by love
Set in a chamber of the room that disappears upon the spotlight
Absorbing the demarcation which  sparks us all
Topsey turvy keeping in step on the line of where I’m supposed to be.
In, above and below somersaulting to save a life
Touch a cheek
Break open a wish
Holding your brilliance in the palm of my hand naked to the senses
Boldly painted sweetly on each edge of the tug of war.
Not letting go
Never to make the move bounce
Sticking in the line in the sand
Victory

lay…….hidden……..loss
avoided
Mummed in the word of unspoken
Set on different islands manifesting the world
Sticking to a break in the ice
Plunged insulated by the current of forget me nots
He loves me
Not……

he loves
Another pedal floating to the ground with childish laughter bating it back
Risking it all in slow motion
Through thick framed glasses
Leaning on the countertop
One leg suspended poised in position to run the other way
Exquisitely defined jete
Scooped up by the angels of mercy sinking

majestically to dream it all away in the cotton folds of my bed.

Social Media

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fullsizerender1Social media the friend at my side

Placing the world in a container made perfect to fit in the palm of my hand

Seduced to write to you all my joy and the pain

Compelled to feeling angry at the chaos that ices the path

Looking to you for comfort and validation

Crying out my loneliness for one soul to relate

Holding this solid flesh

To dream perhaps

Comparing the laughs that dominate my wall of theoretical connection

Posting the wisdom of the not so important leaders

Watching life pass before my very hands, Striking the keys with all caps desperation

Tenderness felt with every like soothing the temporary satisfaction of recognition

Ignoring the truth behind the pocket of hell yes and word up

Sizing up each impulse put before me to slide under the radar

Wishing for the one to hold my essence in fearless permission

Locked away in the corner stilted and bonded

Cleverly packaged in 140 characters of my many faces

I choose which to reveal to you today

Arguing my point backed up by conviction

Stepping up to nothing

Distracted by the carefree youngster candid in your photo

Forcing a smile to a celebration of yet another blustery act of self-empowerment

Kudos to the one who said it like that

Fight the power

Stand tall

Walk on sister

And other easy ways I support your cause

Showing up to nothing and requiring all of me to listen

Quizzed by the selection of reality that slips beyond the noise

Whispering needs to a soft crowd of diligent angels

Working hard to break the board

Against the grain of timeless illusion

Sitting pretty next to fluffy cats and dancing dogs

Picked ripe for the grasping

 

Take the Mask Off

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Take the mask off

Go deep dig under

Warp the false identity protecting the selling point

Washing out the twisted perception bent by time

Take the mask off

Stand naked in the level playing field of false bravado

Wishing past its master plan to keep it hidden

Faking the muster of dancing the prance and manipulating the story

Who your face is meant to be not the stare throwing them all down the beaten path

Rocking out noise of shaping its thunder

Making papier-mâché statues of me all mighty

Rolling the boulder to watch it fall to the end of have no doubt

Take the mask off

Reveal the real flaws and all

Thorny bush

Bastard to life

See my twine and draw it closer

Shaking my pounding chest to speak the words pressed silent by your dissident response

Merging all sense of chakra force stuck orange by the blues in my mouth

Take the mask off

Again in multiple pleads to channel a clear transmission into acceptance

Buoyed upon your doorstep and swept up by your tears

Touched with split personalities longing to be help in your arms

Swallowed shallow in the current

Bobbing lifeless to resist this wretched nonsense

See my face

Watch it grow through the lies standing upright for the cause strapped in defenseless

Wobble top my arrogance to do it alone

Grabbing at fingertips spread out so all will feel

Falling wept to mop it up

Dissolved to a puddle across the mirror

Smeared in black ink dripping off a masquerade of

Newly painted glitter

Distractable

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Noise, noisy,branches.jpg noise

Static against the back of my brain

Twisting logic into sermons on the mount

Angry push to win me over

All the stops pulled

Tailgating in the fast lane

Overpowered by a sincere act of listening

Wake me up when November ends

And the ice caps melt

this gap in the dessert of self -indulgent mental maneuvering

Lost in a who cares and a what for

Beyond the setting sun shining light around the golden birch

Changing the scene yet again

Facing the relief of the familiar

Softness clouding above the

Screech, screechy, screech

Patience within the back of my heart

Sitting Shiva

/ leahjoyp. MayaRose SpokenWord / 1 Comment

Mama God bring us out of the underworld into your light of heaven promised by the warm hearth of Demeter.
The patriarchal past has reached its demise yet no one moves aside from Durga’s mighty force of nature
Flooding us out of our old ideas and drying up the water that we use as tears of mother
Isis holds us dearly but her grip is slipping while we wiggle oumamagodphotorselves into poverty over inflated and Pushing down the last ounce of Kuan Yin’s service to walk in the shadow of Jesus
Lift the chin to the sun and Ra still remains
There is no extinction in the womb only crowding with elbows raised to answer the money call that is your last best hope to make it count before you die with Sedna scaring the power out of your sentimental heart
I cry for you
I weep for me
I try for all; lest trying be my destruction under Pele’s bible exhausted by fumes ripping apart my neighborhood
Out of source the devil dances with play on
Pachamama’s back as an unwelcomed host draining the blood, leaving my belly resources-less with disease to be bought and sold in the waiting room
Nut sky disguises the mystery under smog lamps
I can’t comprehend the dust that burst into me
Swallowing up the oxygen where none escapes
Mama Goddess awakens now not fighting and gently tapping before it is too late to bury another loved one riddled with cancerous suffocation to what to do next.
I ache for you
I scream for me
I surrender for all; lest surrender be the laziness that lacks the telling
What to do behind the burka with wise eyes wishing better
Freya seducing the snake into the spider’s web feeding the nest and fumigating the forest.
Merging the edges into smooth spikes of electricity combustible by shear will into another form retreating into the synthesis of Divine
You and
Me!

©lj2015