Busy Brains and Mental Trains

Flashes of memories bounce through our busy brains.
Reminding us of all our losses and of all our gains.
Taking us on little trips upon these mental trains.
We hear one voice celebrate while another voice complains.

In that which rivals sanity the voices cause us chaos.
Reminding us of troubled times and painful feelings of loss.
Are we the helpless victim or the pushy boss?
Do we allow our family tree to be smothered by pain moss?

Many years and centuries have left us full of condition.
Searching for the answers and demanding some fruition.
Listening to the voices of sin demanding definition;
then using that, which is defined, to defend our every position.

Just because the ego thinks that somehow we are lacking,
doesn't mean we are doomed, so might as well start packing.
Now is the time to let the voices speak without reacting.
The goal to let ourselves simply be, without so much distracting.

Letting go of Ego

For many years now
I've carried baggage in my brain.
Memories, thoughts and feelings
I allowed to cause me pain.

So absorbed with 'what if' thoughts
and lots of over thinking.
Reacting at presumed offenses,
eyes hiding tears behind blinking.

Struggling to hold on to self-worth
and looking for validation.
Rarely letting me just be,
denying thy mental self a vacation.

I searched high and low
for relief from brain pain.
Some days I felt much better
while on others the tears would rain.

Looking for answers in words, looks and people,
basing my value on them.
Oh the power I gave away
while lost in my own search for zen.

Today I proclaim to start to let go,
stop letting thoughts control me.
In the quest for zen, step one has begun
as I stop letting pain define who I'll be.


(Prompted by 'A New Earth' by Eckhart Tolle)


10.21.11 Submitted at Poets United for Poetry Pantry #71

Fresh Paint

Phto from Google Images

She whispers, oh, so softly
to the man who winks from the moon,
"I need a fresh, new coat of paint
and my soul needs a brand new tune."

She listens as he whispers back,
"Then, my girl, you know what to do.
Dream it big and dream in color.
Then sing your soul into feeling brand new."

She nods her head and winks at the moon
then she starts on her way.
She knows she has lots of dreaming to do,
so she might as well start today.

Tucked in tight she turns out the light
and closes her eyes to dream.
The first thing she sees are spiders
and it almost makes her scream.

In the nick of time she lets it unwind
and the spiders go away.
She tells herself, "This is my dream,
and I'll decide how to play."

She starts to walk in dream land
but her legs are weak and frail.
It puzzles her for a moment,
then in her dreams she starts to sail.

To her delight her arms take flight
and fly her from here to there,
She flies all over the cosmos it seems,
flying about without a care.

The sky is blue and clouds are gray
and she thinks she wants something green.
So she points a finger and thinks it so
and the clouds turn a neon sheen.

For varieties sake she points again,
this cloud yellow, then that, baby blue.
Another in purple and one in pink,
and the river below an orange hue.

That pickup truck she sees in the field,
she turns into candy cane stripes.
And the picket fence that lines the street
in alternating colors and whites.

She handles the color then goes about
finding a tune for her spirit.
Something upbeat and inspiring,
with love and possibility wrapped in it.

The birds in dream land start to sing
and the wind begins to whine.
She joins in with a whistle
and snapping her fingers in time.

She wakes with a smile and feeling fresh,
with a musical tune upon her lips.
She knows today is a brand new day,
she looks confident with swaggering hips.

Deep inside the voice of the moon
whispers a little reminder,
"A new state of mind starts inside
so be prepared to dig in and find her."

"Day dreams or night, its worth the fight
to dream and live in color."
"And finding the light to express your dreams
can't easily come from another."


Posted at Dverse Poets Open Link Night 9/20/2011
http://dversepoets.com/2011/09/20/openlinknight-week-10

Genie in a Suit

I put that mask upon my face,
the mask they gave me to wear.
I put it on to hide my reaction,
to make one think I didn't care.

Like a genie dressed up in a suit,
trying to disguise my identity.
not allowed to really be me,
manipulated by life's puppetry.

The little genie inside of me
slowly started to fade away.
Loosing my magic like marbles
lost in a game of careless play.

Just in the nick of a thing called time,
my genie could hide no more.
I ripped off that suit that smothered me
as it was something I'd learned to abhor.

I had put it on and tried to hide
from the many, the few, and me.
I worried too much about what they thought,
so I wouldn't just let myself be.

Before I let myself take off the suit
I couldn't look in the mirror.
The pain I saw behind those eyes
looked dull and lost in fear.

But after, I looked, and saw a spark,
subtle, but yet it still shined.
I'd caught the magic before it dissolved
and before I'd totally lost my mind.

Haiku: Cocoon

to go the distance

caterpillar returning

butterfly be born

Tears in a Teacup

Sometimes our teacup overflows . . .
the tears become too much.
But we just keep on trucking . . .
because the hugs, they mean so much.

Haiku: Scars Heal

the scars heal slowly

bleeding tears from broken hearts

yet our hearts beat on