cards placed in rows
little walls and thin towers.
the Queen of hearts sits at the center
unaware
that it is all illusions.
A fancy tale written by the one-eyed jack.
With the slightest of breezes
Everything Falls
Collapsing inward
j.a_b
Card Houses
Tag: poetry
one mothers vow
I didn’t choose to be a warrior; this was not what I set out to do. The choice was to be a mother, read stories, nurture and watch you grow. For you I will carry this sword and hold up this shield; with out hesitation. I will pull from deep in my bones when I am weary or sad. Somehow I will find a way. You will have a childhood; these storms will not get you. This is my vow, my choice; for you my dearest love.
j.a_b
its all about perspective
Stronger now,
more than I ever was
Tempered by the Fire or
is it Weathered by the Storm
I cannot decide
now I stand firm,
Rock Steady
for I have seen my own Strength
been a Witness at my Trials
held fast to Truth
part of the reward
is the Knowledge that
I am Unsinkable
- j.a_b
HateRed
there's a dark ugly place deep
inside me,
behind a curtain of fear
lies a sticky green pool
of hate.
like rotten milk on a fire
it bubbles and spits.
to the surface rises the hot desire
a thick and rotten feeling,
gurgling up from my own
personal hell,
to lash back at and main
the one that hurt me.
I try to ignore it.
to temper the fire.
still every now and then,
the simmering liquid of hate
releases a bit of steam !
Stormy Weather
When even crying doesn’t help.
Sobs ricochet through my body, vice grips
clamping my skull
there is no release… not even tears
it can be felt coming on, like
a Storm collecting on the horizon
Rolling in, Blocking the light
Filling the sky
grief cannot be outrun
encased in the wild winds of
Regret and Anger
nothing to do but surrender
let the storm rip through my soul
Ode to Gaia
when I root deeply I feel you, more Alive than the grass under my feet
with welcoming arms you beacon, as your breath enters my lungs
cool and silver, the texture of Water with the molten energy of Fire
You are Creation
Gaia
Wisdom Keeper
offering your Knowledge to us, who take the time to see
the perfection of your beauty, it shows the story of who we are
these connections we cannot deign, we are a part of you
great Mother
Gaia
Life’s Breath
you burst forth with rejuvenation, after drought, fire and flood
bringer of Life with all you do, flowers trail behind devastation
great pressures producing new grounds and mountain ranges
allowing change
Gaia
ever alive
There is never Death or defeat, only vital transformation
For you hold in your hands the cradle of creation
will you create with me? Great Mother, please teach my soul to grow
j.a_b
sept 5, 2019
Slipperiness of Eels
fluttering and fanning
sliding into the light of a torch
ribbons in the dark mud
night beasts that seek the light
they are pulled out of hiding, seeking warmth
and hating its magnetism
the light reveals what the mud hides
seen for the ugly blind beast it is
electric currents pulsing out
harming everything near to it
the environment becomes toxic
with ignorance
seeking to harm
what it cannot understand
transfixed it cannot return to the darkness
until
one of us is gone,
dimming my light is not enough for it has found me
j.a_b
Sept 13 ,2018
Diary of the Phoenix 