Images of Fall

What do you feel when you see the transformation of fall before your eyes?

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Tired

Tired…

My eyes feel heavy,

My head hangs low,

This body is weary,

But the heart even more so

I’m ‘o so tired…

It courses through all of me

And shocking above all

Is how double worn my spirit seems

Why do I write of these emotions?

Of when things are hard and sad

Why do I pour out my heart in writing

When my world seems to be going mad

I would rather master sharing my happiness

Embrace putting words to joy

Even if I am tired, may I see past me

And share hope along with sorrow

Yet I do not stop here, I have other thoughts

Why rush me to not be tired?

Why bug me to move on?

Leave me be to feel my emotions

Give me space to face them in me

For only then can I let go of them

Only then can I move on to be free

With being real about what I’m feeling

I can have compassion for myself and you

I can relate to when others are down or happy

I can be in the moment, whether joyful or blue

The Feel of Music

So intense, more real than anything

Yet unseen, invisible, untouchable

It moves more deeply, running free

Sounds melded together touch me

Notes that rise, ring and soar

How can it do this to me?

Make me lift and throb with emotion

Provoke me to move while still

I feel it…deep inside, in the center of me…

Pulsing, like breaths, gasping with emotions

Prompting my heart, causing it to grow

Every sense seems to ride the notes

Cascading with their cadence

Exhilarated with higher pitch

To then tranquilly descend,

Resting in deep, heady bass notes

My flesh rises in bumps and prickles

A rush caresses my skin

Seeming to come from the inside

Reverberating all throughout…

Between and about organs

Through veins of blood and life breath

Powerfully touching the surface

Releasing from below the skin

It takes my mind to places

It toys with my heart and memories

Yet it does so respectfully and gently

Still tenderly and considerately

How music moves me!

What it does to my soul

On the wings of emotions

Calling beyond time and the known

Taking me to rise far above

Anything that can be seen

Such feelings, such emotions

Waves washing over me,

Cleansing and purifying me

It intoxicates and loves me

It sings to me and plays for me

How beautiful music is

Even without words…

So powerful…

Power…

In its sweetest, purest, most loving form.

Losing Me

I don’t want to lose you

But I am out of control

Desperate and hopeless

Driven to madness and lost

I don’t want to lose me

But I am confused myself

Emotions drowning me

No orientation or footing

Words misconstrued

Words pulled out and forced

Words not said and reality lost

Misunderstanding of even myself

Confusion and hurt and loneliness

I am grasping for time

Or time is grasping for me

I need time, we need time

I don’t want to lose you

But I don’t want to lose me