Submissions by lotuscountry (SelahV)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
When Time Dead Stops
every cell
is so tired
from straining to sit still
restless like i'm on the run
in this messed up world.
i wish i could forgive myself
as he does
and i wish i could love myself
as he does
and as each stubborn grain of stone
gets chipped away from who i used to be
i stand more sorely exposed raw with insufficiency
wish i could remember
who I am
as he does.
is so tired
from straining to sit still
restless like i'm on the run
in this messed up world.
i wish i could forgive myself
as he does
and i wish i could love myself
as he does
and as each stubborn grain of stone
gets chipped away from who i used to be
i stand more sorely exposed raw with insufficiency
wish i could remember
who I am
as he does.
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He and I
The southwest calls me
still
piercing striving
quietude, high with
altitude, the cacti mountains
flowers
light
and the dry desert air.
father dying grief once shared family broken now here
left behind children no longer,
a revised version, facing the desolation, piecing together
pacing in the baggage like a caged animal sometimes.
replacing all of that with a whole new sometimes.
the dead weight bereates me mostly
catches me so easy.
im ready to be less.
to disappear into the greatness ...
still
piercing striving
quietude, high with
altitude, the cacti mountains
flowers
light
and the dry desert air.
father dying grief once shared family broken now here
left behind children no longer,
a revised version, facing the desolation, piecing together
pacing in the baggage like a caged animal sometimes.
replacing all of that with a whole new sometimes.
the dead weight bereates me mostly
catches me so easy.
im ready to be less.
to disappear into the greatness ...
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Poem of the Birthing Woman
I am opening for you, precious one.
Where heaven meets earth-
the most intimate, sacred chambers
of my body and soul-
there you have been planted
woven together and grown.
This infinitely secret garden of hope in me...
I am opening for you.
To the mysterious ways of The Lord I surrender.
Every hidden and known I've held as my own I relinquish.
I diminish myself to only a bare vessel
for the Almighty Power of God
magnificent and unstoppable.
For you precious one,
who's life is every beautiful promise of Love,
a...
Where heaven meets earth-
the most intimate, sacred chambers
of my body and soul-
there you have been planted
woven together and grown.
This infinitely secret garden of hope in me...
I am opening for you.
To the mysterious ways of The Lord I surrender.
Every hidden and known I've held as my own I relinquish.
I diminish myself to only a bare vessel
for the Almighty Power of God
magnificent and unstoppable.
For you precious one,
who's life is every beautiful promise of Love,
a...
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Baseline
Oh,
Now I recall-
There is a place
where I can be candid
despite it all.
All of the, dare I be so honest
Dirty laundry- endless heaps of unfinished
Business
Of every kind
Tying up my time.
Unwinding like a spool of thread
filled with knots
of helplessly ever after
when
Ever
I get the chance.
Happiness is the prize of endurance and
sprinting the undeserved ignorance is bliss of youth
I used to be so good at it- or rather so good at getting injured and not changing.
Now I'm sweating the...
Now I recall-
There is a place
where I can be candid
despite it all.
All of the, dare I be so honest
Dirty laundry- endless heaps of unfinished
Business
Of every kind
Tying up my time.
Unwinding like a spool of thread
filled with knots
of helplessly ever after
when
Ever
I get the chance.
Happiness is the prize of endurance and
sprinting the undeserved ignorance is bliss of youth
I used to be so good at it- or rather so good at getting injured and not changing.
Now I'm sweating the...
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the cave drawings
The cave drawings,
I still remember-
and the ancient scripts found,
quickly re-sketched to match OUR forms,
quickly rewrote with the black and white markings
of OUR night while bathing in the holy amniotic fluid
of creativity, dreams and
romantic ideas.
My youth, let it be owned and tenderly held always
in that light.
Other memories exist in the akashic record of my past.
Violence and losses of every kind,
realities that have shattered and confessed me both before
the Lord. ...
I still remember-
and the ancient scripts found,
quickly re-sketched to match OUR forms,
quickly rewrote with the black and white markings
of OUR night while bathing in the holy amniotic fluid
of creativity, dreams and
romantic ideas.
My youth, let it be owned and tenderly held always
in that light.
Other memories exist in the akashic record of my past.
Violence and losses of every kind,
realities that have shattered and confessed me both before
the Lord. ...
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secrets
It was sudden really,
the mood coming over me,
as it ought to be.
Listenin' to Bob Dylan, and sippin' tequila on the rocks while I cooked
late night
a gourmet meal for us and a friend.
Though only a few feet away
distance and quietness and carefulness,
pain and loss of innocence between us.
Perhaps the true crossing of the threshold
from bride and groom
to husband and wife.
Bonded by the music that has been there with us and for us
through all the ages of our lives.
Mutually known and...
the mood coming over me,
as it ought to be.
Listenin' to Bob Dylan, and sippin' tequila on the rocks while I cooked
late night
a gourmet meal for us and a friend.
Though only a few feet away
distance and quietness and carefulness,
pain and loss of innocence between us.
Perhaps the true crossing of the threshold
from bride and groom
to husband and wife.
Bonded by the music that has been there with us and for us
through all the ages of our lives.
Mutually known and...
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dwelling
the dawning weight of free will lays heavy on me always.
often I slip through the cracks of my intentions,
finding myself entangled by
the stagnating emotions,
and the happenings or not
that tick time on throughout the day.
while inside my heart lit by the eternal is a majestic fortress
entered into through the secret crevasse
of moments that are willing
truth believing into me a private viewing
boundless grace boldly ever-expanding
opening up to the miraculous glowing lovescape of faith that's living ...
often I slip through the cracks of my intentions,
finding myself entangled by
the stagnating emotions,
and the happenings or not
that tick time on throughout the day.
while inside my heart lit by the eternal is a majestic fortress
entered into through the secret crevasse
of moments that are willing
truth believing into me a private viewing
boundless grace boldly ever-expanding
opening up to the miraculous glowing lovescape of faith that's living ...
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this journey has its secrets
Isn't it romantic
once again
yet-
the artistry of
sojourning
through the thickets
of homelessness and eclecticism?
it wasn't exactly
a decision,
more of a following in the leading
of my sometimes twisting
perfectly spiraling like my DNA
spiritual condition
that I've been locked in
for quite some time.
My sentimental and reminesing heart
mostly martyred and ripped apart
for the
sake of pressing on steadfast in my conviction
God will bring me and all this
ALL THIS
to glory somehow
like the...
once again
yet-
the artistry of
sojourning
through the thickets
of homelessness and eclecticism?
it wasn't exactly
a decision,
more of a following in the leading
of my sometimes twisting
perfectly spiraling like my DNA
spiritual condition
that I've been locked in
for quite some time.
My sentimental and reminesing heart
mostly martyred and ripped apart
for the
sake of pressing on steadfast in my conviction
God will bring me and all this
ALL THIS
to glory somehow
like the...
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It was a very cold winter that year and we had no heat.
Really I was more distracted by the
near death experience of our car flipping over
a flurrying highway in Wheeling, West VA just after he'd
hit the bowl a few times
at dawn
and how now
my mother's car was totaled,
she was furious,
there were bills waiting for me at home and I knew
this meant facing a cold and snowy winter
of now even earlier mornings
walking to the bus stops and waiting freezing
then walking more
and trying
to make connections
and how
...
near death experience of our car flipping over
a flurrying highway in Wheeling, West VA just after he'd
hit the bowl a few times
at dawn
and how now
my mother's car was totaled,
she was furious,
there were bills waiting for me at home and I knew
this meant facing a cold and snowy winter
of now even earlier mornings
walking to the bus stops and waiting freezing
then walking more
and trying
to make connections
and how
...
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dream catcher
ive been crashing hard against
every grain of sand
between my wounds, trodding like a snail
leaving a line of slime behind my trail
stopping here and there exhausted for awhile
then a few small steps once again
then another crash.
unable to get away,
unable to rise above
the salty dank filthy weight of a here
i do not want.
dreams, they are light and motivating and vaguely
hard to believe in now
that i've seen miracles
and the grace of love,
but isn't there something to be said
for choice and hope...
every grain of sand
between my wounds, trodding like a snail
leaving a line of slime behind my trail
stopping here and there exhausted for awhile
then a few small steps once again
then another crash.
unable to get away,
unable to rise above
the salty dank filthy weight of a here
i do not want.
dreams, they are light and motivating and vaguely
hard to believe in now
that i've seen miracles
and the grace of love,
but isn't there something to be said
for choice and hope...
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quiet heart
in the hour
of belief
freed by His hand
lead by His love
faith reigns
like raining grace
when i am
alone with Him
of belief
freed by His hand
lead by His love
faith reigns
like raining grace
when i am
alone with Him
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I am
curious with hope
sunlight shining through the cracks
my heart stays so young
sunlight shining through the cracks
my heart stays so young
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