Planetary shift

There’s a blue moon
on the darkest of nights.
A planetary shift,
which reunites lost souls.
Love grows cold and tempers rise,
parallels run counterclockwise.
It’s time best spent in the company of one.
Lessons the chance of contradictions.
Conversation spins round and round,
no sequel to this banter.
Words become just hollow noise,
just gibberish and ranting.
I can’t escape what’s sure to come.
So I’ll try to hide my feelings.
And weather this night of pandemonium.
For what’s ended tonight is ended for good.
Futile efforts will be misunderstood.
Let the wise among us be silent.
It’s a time for them to be patient.

copyright © 2008 Lydia Lanham

Saturn without rings

Mirrored images back to back,
we don’t show the world,
what it is we lack.
Living in our “comfort zones”.
Can’t take the drama.
Rather be alone.
It’s not conducive to anything.
What would Saturn be without it’s rings?
Relationships that are just words,
serve to stagnate the soul.
Failure to recognize connections,
will cause us to be cold.
Only when we experience,
the deepest of emotion,
can we learn just what we need.
The sooner we begin to accept this,
we’ll be free of complacency.
The easy way is non-productive.
One of us must lead the way.
So don’t fear when you look in the mirror,
and you can’t see me.
Be content in knowing,
I am searching for what we need.
Be sure that when I find it,
I will show you the way.
I will not abandon you,
even though you cannot see,
I’ll be out there creating,
our new reality.

copyright © 2008 Lydia Lanham

Unrecognizable apparition called SELF

Designated selfish place,
resurrected by human need.
Scream into the endless night,
desperate cry,
for the preservation of my soul.
Empathy drains the essence of life,
danger of growing cold.
In that split second,
the universe ceases to be.
Icy fingers of fate point accusingly.
Despair overcomes,
betrayal of a yearning heart
Not for you,
return to path of fate.
lest they forget your face.
Obliterate the need,
visibility second in destiny.
Deny this apparition,
they'll be no recognition.
no light to show the way.
Only a soul mate holds the key,
that can open the door,
to multidimensional reality.
copyright 2007 LydiaLanham (Grey)

Galaxy

Somewhere between a lavender moon,
and the soft sunrise.
Is a magical place that's meant for us,
enshrouded by compromise.
In this place there is no "I", existing as just "we".
There is no self, no only "one".
No focus on just "me".
It's giving up singularity,
entwined together in ecstasy.
The combination of "two souls".
A celestial emanation,
fills the sky with brilliant color.
A symphony of music, never heard.
Unlike no other.
The birth of a new galaxy, amazing in creation.
All eyes are drawn up to the sky. Timeless in duration.
Ethereal hope for all who see,
peace to those who hear.
Where there was once just two lost souls,
is a memorial in infinity.

Author's Comments on "Galaxy"
This poem was written for a soul mate.
Note, it is one of my favorites.
Copyright 2008 LydiaLanham (Grey)

Where angels weep

Do not tread where angels weep,
it will consume your soul.
Sometimes it's the life we lead,
that makes the world seem cold.
Foolishness and fantasy,
indifference and obscurity,
will lead you astray.
Trust in one who seeks the truth,
there is a better way.
Faith in all you know is true.
eyes on those who treasure you.
Sorrow and false destiny,
hate and greed and self deceit,
are evil seeds that bring defeat.
Focus on the greater need,
truth, and peace, and harmony.
It will bring absolute clarity,
enlightenment and spirituality.
A calming to a tortured mind,
happiness is what you'll find.
So let those dark angels full of woe,
remain in a place you never go.
I can feel the winds of change,
sometimes distant, and always strange,
and pray that when it comes to me,
I'll have the wisdom and dignity,
to accept my individual destiny,
be willing to sacrifice personal need,
for the betterment of humanity.

The Willow

The weeping willow swayed in the breeze,
it stood by the brook of sparkling dreams,
no matter how the branches swayed,
it could not reach the rippling waves.
Leaves the color of envy,
and sorrow it’s only sound,
it was destined forever,
to reach for the ground.
When the wind coursed through the branches,
it made a mournful sound,
and still it stood in beauty,
strength and majesty.
Cursing not it’s origin,
or why it had to be.
It only took it’s place in life,
bowed to it’s creator.
Maybe it’s rewards were destined to come later.
Graceful undulating branches,
in a sea of green.
Maybe there’s a lesson,
which remains to be seen
Undying in it’s patience,
beautiful and serene,
the lovely weeping willow,
has a lesson we can learn,
patience can sustain you,
when you think there is no way.
You can stand with dignity,
unwavering in the truth,
if we only emulate,
the values of this tree,
we can face all hopelessness,
and be peaceful in all things.

Author's Comments on "The willow"
Lessons in faith.

Distorted reality

Trust is something I don't own,
can't afford that luxury.
I've tried to find,but always fail,
constantly eluding me.
I give too much, just can't hold back,
run headlong at top speed.
I'm like a child with open arms,
don't watch where I am going.
jump right in, don't look ahead,
I'm naive and it is showing.
Why isn't everyone just like me,
I often stop and wonder?
Wouldn't it be best?
I will confess,
I like the child in me.
I see the world with open eyes,
can't stand the pain and plunder.
I like my view, my self made place,
my own reality.
I seem to do best on my own,
no one to undo me.
I don't want anyone to wreck this vision,
fill my soul with dark derision,
let me live most happily.
I can't take the pain,
what's the gain,
in being so deceptive?
Is your world so dark and grey,
that you can't be receptive?
pain and anger's what you know,
It's so damn repetitive.
It wears me out,
and I begin to doubt,
That I can even do this.
All the drama all the tears,
why do you put me through this?
are you just as fragile as me
and don't know any other way to be,
the other side of the spectrum?
All I know is that if it goes on,
the outcomes way too solemn.

Author's Comments on "Distorted reality"
Sometimes I just get fed up.