I come from…

Day eleven…

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I come from the soil of Africa
where animals roam the plains,
from land snatched by colonizers,
from blood-soaked terrains…

I come from undeserved privilege,
enshrouded in my bones,
I come from sanguinary struggle,
calling out to be known…

I come from the blindness, of unconscious tribes,
I come from heinous conflict and prejudice that divides…

I come from a garden city,
where warm reservoirs flow,
from the desire of ancestors,
shaped by flesh and bone…

I come from dysfunction and secretive things,
a flawed Earthling, with invisible wings…

I come from intellectualism,
craving to be known,
born a relentless dreamer,
struck by moonstone!

I come from academics, with trophies to boast,
I come from the acquiescence of voiceless revolts…

I come from
the Divine dance,
my true self in hiding,
I come from sacred innocence
a mystical arising…

I come from beyond the stars
wiping out isolation,
I come from halcyon outlooks,
an evolving generation…

I come from colors, that spill across skies,
I come from majestic landscapes,
and lights that crystallize…

I come from wildflowers
from osseous matter,
magical anointings,
I come from grace that’s scattered

I come from the sonority of consciousness seeing,
I come from creation
transmuted by deeper meaning…

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Childish ways

 

bulawayoI didn’t want much when I was a child
just to run in the bush,
be free
and wild…

They wanted me to be
an engineer,
I should have ambition, a little “savoir-faire”!

I believed in magic and daydreamed all day
loving the delight
of natures bouquet…

my aspirations still are
to be free
and wild…
loving Earthlings,
fully nature’s child…

it doesn’t matter if I’m rich or famous,
I’m just proud of the fact
that I’m rather courageous…

Child of the Universe…

“You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.”
― Max Ehrmann, Desiderata: A Poem for a Way of Life

mystic

Reflecting
on my childhood
when I first believed…
in fairies and magic,
and glory revealed…So innocent and whimsical,
I could see outside myself,
when love was all that mattered
and dreams were heartfelt…

Before the world changed me
and robbed me of joy,
I marveled at seedlings,
an intrepid tomboy…

Before I knew war and hate
or the taste of grief,
I lived in a bubble of unshakable belief…
that flowers blossomed to please me
and animals could speak,
when oceans were safe to swim
and freckles kissed my cheeks…

Before I felt unlovely
when magic was real,
the lyrics of love songs
had astonishing appeal…

I lived in the moment
a dreamy little girl
nothing could touch me in this mystical world…

The stars in the heavens shone brightly for me;
no Earthling
to steal
my curiosity…

I loved adventure
and talking with my pets,
uncontaminated by shame
or dreadful regrets…
Lemonades on weekend’s
expeditions on my bike
unafraid to swim out far,
or realize that
I disliked…
greedy humans,
or feelings of despair,
I believed in kindness,
and that every Earthling cared…

I yearn to be restored into flawless vision,
to dance with the wind,
freed of ambition…

But my soul remembered
the pact that I made,
to be chiseled
and broken,
to discard the masquerade…

A child of the Universe,
steeped in grace,
free to love
and forever embrace…the wonders of eternity and the beauty of all the Earth…
This is the story
of how I reclaimed my birth…

I’m the one…

stevie and rev in the snow

I’m the one who knew the lines,
kept secrets,
read the signs.
I’m the one who held you close,
knew the silence
of hidden oaths.
I’m the one who loved you more,
more than life
at its eternal core.
I’m the one who kissed goodnight,
slew the monster,
fought the fight.
I’m the one who bore your pain,
absorbed the resonance
of love contained.
I’m the one who saw your fears,
held my breath,
dried your tears
I’m the one who nurtured your youth,
believed your dreams,
stood for truth!
I’m the one who scattered your form,
blessed your substance
through ghastly storms.
I’m the one who will always be,
your upholder
for eternity.
I’m the one who sleeps at night,
prays you visit,
just to hold you tight.
I’m the one who sees your face,
in the ether,
where you left a trace.
I’m the one who knows you’re there,
watching over me,
everywhere.
I’m the one who exhumed my heart,
just to remind me
that we’re never apart.

You’re the one who will always be…engraved forever on my memory…

©AllysoAlly2018

Granny

granny

Granny holidayed in St Germaine,
dined on caviar
and pink champagne,
loved the fizz of lemonade,
always took the subway train!
She came from Blackpool
where it rains,
I never,
ever,
heard her complain.
She loved to bake quiche Lorraine,
how she adored to entertain.
Evening Soirees
with Mary-Jane,
it really was a guessing game!
I remember when
we played charades,
at the neighbors,
down the lane.
Granny dressed
in La Fontaine,
from strong spirits, she did abstain.
I’d really love
to see her again
I guess she’s riding the celestial plane……..

©AllysoAlly2018

It’s like the time…

“One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.”
― Bob Marley

dancing queen

It’s like the time
when I knew each song,
naive notions
that nothing could go wrong.
Music playing on turntables,
I was dreaming of being famous!
And I danced to the beat of Night Fever,
spurned lovers,
lonesome dreamers.
Pop posters on my walls
connected with
the live applause
I always was a dancing queen,
inexperienced,
just seventeen!

I lived in unchained melodies,
rhythm,
and blues
my therapy.
Seeking solace in soul lyrics,
confessions of
a teenage spirit,
to learn the truth at seventeen
that love was meant
for beauty queens,
a shock
for girls with freckled faces
yoked into
a friendless matrix.
Enthralled by revolution songs…
so really,
what could go wrong?

©AllysoAlly2018

Transcendent Memories…

“The eternal world and the mortal world are not parallel, rather they are fused.”
― John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom

stevie and a donkey

I lean into remembrance
and find you there,
never to be forgotten
in connections we share.

light of my life,
my teacher,
a soul loaned to me…
with me on this journey,
in transcendent memories.

Overflowing with wonder,
I still sense you, son.
Your romance with eternity
has only just begun……

©AllysoAlly2018