The Path Less Travelled

A Blinded Reality:
When imagination seems to be real,
And reality seems to be....
An Ilusion

Each drop is it's own story. Each
Drop speaks it's own words.
Each drop is kept in God's jaw...
A jaw of tears...
Rain...

But there is a rainbow after the storm...
A rainbow symbolizes vitality,
New strength, and new life...

"Sensuous Silence"

Gray and desolate

Forming feelings of deep despair,

Mixed with unobtrusive emotions,

Flat…

Flat but lumpy; smooth but bumpy.

Shadows appear in the distance,

Shadows which form gray tears;

Tears of Desolation.

With 5 cups of loneliness, add

2 tablespoons of deferred hope.

In the midst, black and white

Images are painted. These images seem to

Merely exist, as if it’s just a vapor

In the midst of a tumultuous thunderstorm.

Sounds of crackling fill the sky. Bolts

Of lightening light the sky for brief

Time intervals, shedding light on

The distorted shadows which lies beneath.

Shadows without form.

As the clouds add emotion to the sky,

It continues to elicit feelings of sadness,

Silently sprinkling 3 tablespoons of sorrow.

But there appears to be form of some sort.

These gray sand dunes make its own

Shapes, as if to disturb the grey emotions,

And bring a small speck of vitality. It

Seems it’s unsuccessful, as the atmosphere

Still does appear to be … Gray.

As it evokes sensuous emotions of

Secluded silence … Sensually silent.

Copyright 2011.......Asia Mouzone

India Arie - God Is Real

"The Silent Song Bird".........

Below is a poem I have written twenty minutes ago. I turned my 

computer on and started writing. This is what came about:

 

Perplexed by the idea of stagnation:

Waiting, but seems nothing is happening fast enough. It’s

As if life has stood still; caught in its secluded time

Capsule. I want to free life; I want  to open the capsule door,

But I am without the key.

The key is kept away, locked; in a place I have no idea.

This key is held tightly, held closely, near the heart of God.

God has this key and when He is ready, He will release the

Key to open the capsule, to set life free.

Freedom. Freedom. Freedom is what the silent song

Bird sings. The song bird is silent, but sings simultaneously.

The silent song bird is what it’s called. Silent because….

Because the song bird is without words. Speechless.

Transitioning from a place of isolation and bareness, to

A place of vitality and energy. The song bird is caged, trapped.

Trapped within the realms of stagnation. Stagnate because

The song bird is in a place of preparation.

Preparing to take flight. To soar the skies and see what life

Will reveal to it. But the bird is unable to take flight because

Life is still enslaved to captivity, trapped in its capsule. The

Capsule that only God has the key to.

 But when God releases life from its capsule, life will be renewed.

All that life has been waiting for will soon be exposed, ready

To be obtained. The song bird and life are intertwined, feeling

One another: intimately.

So now the song bird sings. It flies freely. No longer is this

Bird silent, but now the bird sings harmoniously. It sings

Tunes that only life can decipher, tunes that only life can

Decode.

 Copyright 2011......... Asia Mouzone

India Arie - Beautiful Surprise