The Poetry Marathon

(Hour 03) 12.30-01.30am. PROMPT, title: “before darkness”

before darkness

before darkness : the rush & bustle : the sirens : the tunnel vision : the tap tap tap of 10 million keyboards : the conferring media : spin cycles : PR exercises : racing rodents : the tabloid’s blood : the dog & pony show : the argy : the bargy : the win/lose polarity : the butting of heads : the calling of names : the inciting : the absence of morality : heat : sweat : steam

after darkness : sweet stillness : time for going deep : the slumber of shadows : the road of milk : the road of wonder : so many roads : spreading in all directions : the slowly descending silence : the chance to discover : catching thought : gossamer strings : self being mirrored unto itself : the beginnings of awareness : of everything : of which : you are unaware : cool breath

instead of fearing darkness : so much : we really should : question light

Label Libel

Fat, white, female, cis, disabled,
Ace, brunette, short-sighted, labels
That describe what you can see;
None of them describing me.

Christian, signer, singer, writer
Chatty, cheerful, up-all-nighter,
Things I freely choose to be;
Still not quite describing me.

Label-space has narrow limits,
People cannot fit within it.
What is my identity?
Truly simple: I am me.

#3 – Before Darkness (chowilawu)

We fly about on fragile wings that frantically beat,
desperate in our need to gain formation,
to gather together those of likeness and temperament,
never quite understanding there is no direction home,
yet, once begun, we are relentless in our pursuit.

Warriors fighting against shadows and memories,
attempting to regain the knowledge lost
Soaring toward a sun too hot; a moon too dark,
we are left with our tattered self-remnants,
beating our chests profoundly, thrashing relentlessly,
deaf to the sound of the drum guiding our heart;
Blind to the mass of those that came before us
and those that will take flight through our significance.

We claim red as a color, as a soul, as a method to madness,
yet, it has no hue, no tincture of humanity, minimal gratitude.
Redness is not service played by lips on wooden flutes,
nor, pretended truths spoken through Eagle wings and ceremony.
Red is not a color, it is a state of being, becoming lost.

Red is the soul of our living Mother Earth, the source of our creation
Red is the spirit of our living Father, beseeching us to fly higher
Red is the Heart-drum that beats in shamanic rhythm to existence
Red is understanding birth and death are not beginnings nor endings
Red is living the Circle and the mystery contained within our placement
Red is seeking Cleansing for our failures and not salvation from sin
Red is knowing all creatures, all entities have purpose and life
Red is action taken before all the colors blend creating blinded spirits.

Red is and is not a color, it is balance, it is reflected light Before Darkness

~chowilawu~

The Third Hour: Before Darkness

Before darkness there was only Word

Or waters of a sea;

Perhaps back then there only was

What would be you and me.

For word and water, wind and waking

Requires, not to see,

But only will and wishing hard

Till darkness came to be.

 

Before Darkness

It was simpler before it came

Before the shriek of metal,

The roar of engines, tanks and helicopters

The deafening explosions of bombs,

The throbbing biomechanical gristle of civilization

 

Before, the cycle was uninterruptible

Life consumed to nurture new life

Sacrifice necessary and understood

Predation for survival, not profit

 

Yes, before the darkness there was harmony

Not this insidious dissonance

Not this separation and ignorance

Not this bliss addiction and mechanical rhythms

This obsession with finishing,

Forgetting the shared beginning of all things

 

Before, the separation was indistinct

The web interdependence accepted, not ignored, not manipulated for personal gain

No concept of shame, of difference, of superiority, authority, minorities,

All forms simply part of a greater mosaic

 

Before darkness, the greater picture was illuminated

The balance understood and inherent

So we seek light

To make these ancient truths again apparent.

 

 

 

 

Balance

firm and impenetrable
as roughed rock
soft and pliable
as water
loving kind , Compassionate
heart is both
of these.

Before darkness

Before darkness appears …

dry away my tears …

and swallow my fears …

Before darkness appears …

erase my mistakes …

and remember my face

Before my darkness appears …

follow my shadows …

and scare them away …

reach out for my soul..

and complete my whole.

Before darkness appears …

seduce my demons …

while they are dancing in the moonlight …

tame the beast within them …

Before darkness appears …

make this eternity real…

welcome me to another reality …

welcome me to anther fantasy …

 

 

All kinds of love # 2

When we think of love we think of our partners, don’t we?

It is funny cause I know they are not the first person to love me,

My mother was the first person to love me and care,

To fight for me , cry for me and to always be there.

 

I have had a love with alcohol that led me down a dark path,

Thought I would be dead, or end up living out of trash,

I couldn’t face anyone that wanted to love me back,

To many bad things happened, had to get back on track.

 

I love my dogs they are my bestest friends, whom always make me safe,

Every time I cry, they will kiss me, until Iaughing and feeling great,

They are funny and silly and always by my side,

From them I could never hide.

 

When I got pregnant I knew what blind love then,

I knew no matter what, it was unconditional no matter how or when,

All my 3 babies, saved me and made me a better me,

I would do anything for them, true love here you see.

 

Now to my LOVE, yes I have dated some before,

nothing compared to him, I love him and so much more,

I trust him, want to marry him, want to prove my love is true,

Want him to know there is so much more, than saying I love you.

Truth

In the absence of truth there are only masks.

3/24 Before Light

The darkness may go on forever,

or so it may look like to you.

No light at the end of the tunnel,

No home for you to go to.

 

But the reason you can’t see the sunshine

Is because it is just past the bend.

You just have to turn one more corner,

And then the darkness will end.

 

So if you’re in doubt, don’t despair.

Just because you can’t see the light.

The last thing you should do is stop fighting

When the end is just out of sight.