Poetry and Paintings
Buo
what do I say
what can I?
when no one ever
has been worth so much
of me
or in me
simple love
we make it complicated
because we dont trust its
incredible clarity
or remarkable depth
because nothing has ever been
like this
2011
 Metal And Stone
Being evolved is overrated
Trying to think and my mind's so cluttered
stray thoughts piled everywhere
bullshit crammed in my core
psychological mind fucking games
I play with myself
because I think I can win
Emotional rhetoric and propaganda
fed by the media and all lovers at large
that hearts are for breaking and mending
and it all makes you stronger.
So when I'm so strong
that I'm made of metal and stone
What will you have to break me with then?
2008
 My Religion
sweet-salty taste of your skin on my lips
new white powder freezes the auditory chaos that is my world
Waking still hot from transcendental sex
The thunder of your rhythms lay within me still
or still within me
either way,
you know I can't say no.
Hallowed Pools
And so too
The aces of
The offices of
deception
Swim wildly
with much glee
through the river of grief
among the rapids
and the
shallow
hallowed
pools
the tense bitter quiet
fills with stark disbelief
in pity
for the suffering
of the strongest
of the strong.
Astrisk
So when we wake up and
see the asterisk
next to our names
in the book of life
And only then realize that
we have enough baggage
attached to our sorry ass
that we require small print.
Will You/I/We sort it out
give some of it up
donate it to charity
take it to the goodwill
burn it on the lawn
maybe paint it and sell it as art
Do a good healthy spring cleaning and dump it
Kick it to the curb?
Or will we leave the asterisk
and
rent a storage unit for the volumes of fine print it denotes.
Dimensional Space
Somewhere between the dimensional space
Of my heart and mind
My spirit burns uneasy
My soul awaits awakenings deep
And while my fragile body
Screams for more
Of the lavish excesses
Inflicted on myself
By myself
My heart beats true
Pure and good
But my mind screams “foul!”
For that is not true!”
Not you!”
My gentle soul cries
With grief unspoken, unresolved
That battle in my deepest me
Tears my eyes in my sleep
Unconsciously awakened
By the calling of the aura
Of the earth
And then I sleep beside you
The fantasy of your body pulls
The suffering from my soul
Tears at the undying self torture
That my heart bleeds through
Yanks at my insecurities
Kicks at my petty jealousies
Releases my pain
Gentle loving bandages
Of cold fired sweat and tears
Cover the scars of my heart
Wrap them in peace
Swathe my wounds with heart
Fire and achingly effortless love
Rebuild!” my mind screams, angry
For you are flawed, imperfect, unlovable!”
And you, my love, quietly reply
Why?”
Fix the unbroken, pacify the pacifist, Purify the pure, Fear love.
Practice what I preach
Allow my inner self to shine
Do not fear for I am with you said the great I am
And yet
Who trusts that god is there with them
Who believes enough to live
And know that all will come as it will
Who loves enough to accept
That all is not YOUR way
But is only Gods way
Who is wise enough to know the evil from the good
Even when the end is so near
Who will face the day
With head high
Knowing that the way was right
Knowing that God loves
Knowing that their heart is pure and good
And is all that they know God needs
For them to be
You made me I said
You made me as I am
And that is what I shall be
Faith is not determined my books
Hope is not determined by intellect
Love is not determined by reason
Grace is not determined by man
© 2005 Carol K England
5-5-05
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