Reaching between the red cracked clay

Where the rains passed last wet season

And gave beauty meaning and reason

To be anything but dry because wildflowers were alive

And had eyes that saw everything

And nothing

Parched now waiting once more, for the dry, the drought to break

To come alive in the wet of snowflakes

The embrace of a season new

To hear the laughter on the old tin roof

In the long pause

To hear fresh again

The giggle of the trees

Birds playing hide and seek with the breeze

The water’s edge pressing at the front door

To bring on the wildflowers once more

Their dreamy scents

 Sounds

Of colors out beyond eyes reach

Buried between the martyrs of fall

Preserving its innocents until the seasons call

Sit with me awhile

To take it all in

Waiting to be beckoned

To kiss the rain again

The aroma brings a shift in power

As the moon shines on

A Summer of Wildflowers

OTHER DUETS BY SEAN AND ME

https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/05/02/2034/

https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/05/27/2152/

Thank you http://seanbidd.com/category/duets/ for another wonderful poem (:

Another duet by Sean and me https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/05/02/2034/

The thunder of a thousand hooves like late Autumn

Rains upon the Serengeti

Where leopards of the storm chase as the fading light dwindles

And we try to rekindle spring which was only a fling

Shhhhh

Because we promised never to speak of those thing

That grew puppet strings

Crossways of secrecy mingle with winter

Inviting summer to join in its drunken slumber

That bullied him wrong and turned loves emotion several notches to strong

And still I loved her turbulently

Diligently

Consistently

Blatantly

Loving her on purpose

Yet, all I want to hear are the sounds

The songs

But desperation takes too long

In the distant Rift Valley far from here

Between the faults of atmosphere

I peered into echoing goodbyes

And a trillion tears fell from my broken cries

Beneath the changing evening sky, bliss, sublime, nights

Where river veins unravel

To share cherished life

Filled with tales deep and ancient

Thoughts

Trapped

Tainted

The sun and moon

Conflicted

We missed it

Love 

Far from a dark heart which dances to the shadow

And light of distant times

As I listen to your voice in the lines of words

And I know if she could be anything

She’d be a bird

I hear her thoughts

Thoughts like those of a dreamer

A believer

A chance to redeem her

Of places

Take form above

Forgetting all that time has borrowed from a past

I wake

Knowing

That sometimes

Even dreams don’t last

The thunder of a thousand hooves like late Autumn

Rains upon the Serengeti

“2013” (RANDOM THOUGHTS)

REFLECTIONS

1. EVENT

2. AWARNESS

3. DECISION

4. COMMITMENT

5. PROCESS

6. CHANGE

2012 HAS  REALLY BEEN A GREAT YEAR, IN SPITE OF THE STORMS, I AM GRATEFUL! I AM EVEN MORE GRATEFUL THAT I HAVE THE OPPERTUNITY TO MAKE 2013 AN EVEN BETTER YEAR.  THE LESSONS I HAVE LEARNED HAVE BEEN LIFE CHANGING, LIFE  CAN, AND WILL, ONLY GET BETTER FROM HERE.

THANK YOU UNIVERSE (:

I SURVIVED! (POETRY REPOST ADDED AUDIO)

http://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/i-survived#play

YES I SURVIVED

IM SO GRATEFUL TO BE ALIVE!

BECAUSE I’VE ENDURED!

YES I’VE PUSHED ON!

AND YES I’VE SURVIVE!

WHAT SEEMED TO BE SOMETHING THAT WOULD NEVER EVER END!

I’VE LANDED ON MY FEET AND HERE I AM AGAIN!

BEAMING LIKE THE SUN!

SPROUTING LIKE A TREE!

AND EVERY DAY I WAKE UP, GOD WATERS ME!

MY PROCESS JUST STARTED AND I WILL PROBABLY NEVER BE DONE!

BUT EVERY NIGHT I GO TO BED I THANK GOD FOR WHO I’VE BECOME!

IM NOT THAT MASK I PUT ON SOMETIMES FOR THE WORLD TO SEE!

THAT’S JUST SOMETHING I PUT ON TO PROTECT THE LITTLE GIRL IN ME!

AND IT BOTHERS ME WHEN PEOPLE CAN SEE MY VULNERABILITY.

BUT, IM LEARNING!

AND I PUSH ON!

AND NO!

I HAVE NOT ARRIVED!

BUT EVERY NOW AND THEN I TAKE OFF A LAYER AND THAT OLD PART OF ME DIES!

IT’S NOT EASY!

AND IT’S NOT COMFORTABLE!

AND THE PROCESS NEVER ENDS!

GOD WILL SEND YOU SOMEONE ONE DAY YOUR COMFORTABLE CALLING FRIEND!

ONE DAY YOU WAKE UP AND THE FEELING MAY BE REALLY, REALLY WEIRD.

BECAUSE ALL YOUR PAST PAIN HAS COMPLETLEY DISAPEARED.

AND IF NOT TOTALLY.

I PROMISE SOME WOULD HAVE GONE AWAY.

PREPARING YOU FOR SOMEONE YOU’LL SAY THE SAME THINGS TO ONE DAY.

IM SO, SO, SO GRATEFUL TO BE ALIVE!

BECAUSE I’VE ENDURED!

YES I’VE PUSHED ON!

AND YES!

I HAVE SURVIED!!!!!

                                                                       

Thank you, Tammy “Pitt Bull” Johnson

PEACEFUL FREEDOM (RANDOM THOUGHTS)

As I sit on the river listening to my new found freedom.

And my own kind of mixed up, but somewhat sane thoughts.

What a silent pleasure.

I look out at the water.

The muddy essence of the river clouds my nostrils and spider webs scale my face.

Once hated, now loved by me.

I see couples chit chatting, not really hearing the words but more of a whisper, as they walk holding hands.

MUST BE NICE…

There was a time I would have gotten angry; because they would have been sure to blow what I thought was a peaceful ride to heaven.

At this moment I only want to be seen riding into my thought.

Maybe so they can get a glimpse at a confused but somewhat sane mind at work.

As they walk by, a part of me wants them to ask?

“Miss, what are you writing?”

My story would only scare them.

I’m better off left alone to sort out this peaceful freedom on paper.

I am in a peaceful but somewhat dense thought.

This density is going nowhere because I notice there are no stars out tonight.

That’s ok…

Might be…

Some tommorow…

If God wakes me up to enjoy yet another peaceful freedom.

Thank you, Sanity

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