salt water tears


my tears

which only yesterday

seemed to drown my soul

are nothing

but salt water droplets

in the vastness of this ocean

of your love

this flood of love

this sea of tenderness

simply liquidates my pain

till it is nothing

dissolved into your solution

merely a part of You

even as i

am suspended in these waters

flowers in my pocket

deep inside my pocket

there is sorrow

there is pain

but somewhere deep within

there must’ve been a seed of hope

for my pocket is now bursting

with flowers, purple and gold

they spill out o’er the top

like waterfalls from rocks

after a spring rain

but deep inside my pocket

 there is sorrow,

there is pain

quietly slipping away

if i could just stop


if i could just stop


if i could just stop


if i could just stop

the pain

go down, down, inside

where the noise outside

is silenced where the noise

inside is silenced

where there is nothing but

the silence




from all knowledge

from all feeling

from all pain


into the emptiness

into the void

into nothing

my legs

will not stand my arms

will not move my head

will not think my heart

will not beat i will not


anymore i am so

weary i try to stand

but i can’t i try

to speak but i can’t

i try to think but i can’t

i can

only feel this pain

if i go into this pain

i will never escape

if i lie down

i will never get up

if i give her a voice

she will destroy me

i must be quiet as quiet as i

can be so she cannot be heard

she attacks and attacks

i try to walk and she blocks my path

i try to stand and she knocks me down

i try to speak and she hits me

i try to breathe and she kicks me

i try to be and she spits on me

i curl into a ball and she laughs at me

i have to hide

from her and camouflage myself

she is attracted by the scent

of love, it lures her from her lair

she seeks it out

destroys it before it can destroy her

i try to strike back to defend their love

i curl myself around it as i absorb her blows

but she kicks me and kicks me til i lie

bleeding and broken and beaten

i cannot get up

i cannot pick up the pieces not

one more time

i am broken i lie

broken here on the floor

like the scarecrow of oz

i cannot feel my legs

i cannot feel my heart

i cannot feel my soul

i cannot feel at all

let me slip away quietly like this


like i survived


like a good girl

quietly as always

it is the only way i know

i don’t know how to make noise

i don’t know how to defend myself

i don’t know how to fight back

i don’t know how to say no

i don’t know how to be alive

this death is all

that i know it is all

that i can do well

this dying

this silent crying


is all that i am



birthing process

when we take the cries of pain

out of the birthing process

we can no longer hear

how they echo

the cries of pleasure

which conceived the child


when we take the cries of pain

out of the birthing process

we can no longer hear

how they blend

with the cries of joy

which greet the coming child


the birth of joy

is frought

with oscillating waves

of comfort and distress

where fear and hope

often are confused


yet if we deny our suffering

we somehow deny our joy

and greet Love without passion

which should bless

birth’s miracle


the conception and birth

of a child of Love

naturally evokes a passion

which should ne’er be silenced

by the numbing of our hearts

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