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Post by anirbas on Oct 1, 2006 10:48:49 GMT -6
Sometimes,
I realize,
I was better
off emotionally
dancing alone with the emptiness
inside of me...In acceptance,
is the letting go
of unmitigated pain,
dauntless illusion,
the dream of love...
Oftentimes,
I realize
being emotionally,
mentally and spiritually
opened has some
dangerous
side effects...
One being...
Now, I feel
everything...
I don't mind
experiencing,
feeling the love...
That's a grand experience...
Whether unconditionally given
by a child, a friend, or a lover...
Illusion, slight of hand, does make
for good entertainment...
But, I find I can't shut down the pain...
Filter it out anymore in the wake
of my transmorgriphical opening...
Everyone's pain, now crashes into me...
I'm a metaphorical dry sponge hit by a flashflood...
And my own pain, now knocks me to my knees...
Where, before, I could pretend it wasn't there...
I could wash it away in a tide of spastic optimism...
Emptiness has it's virtues...
And the best of them,
was never having
to feel a thing...
I was proudly
the walking
dead...
Now, I'm
a living,
breathing,
open wound...
Vulnerable,
easily infected
by all about me...
I'm learning to deal
with my new status...
I'm eagerly searching
for metaphorical ointment
and some sterile gauze...
~Sabrina
*thanks for be-musing me, Vix!*
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Post by shell on Oct 2, 2006 5:14:35 GMT -6
This is a superb description of how, when we are open to all the energies around us we often get supremely exquisite headaches *wry grin* ... in its own way it gets quite funny, like "hmmm.. i've had a peaceful day so why do i feel so tortured? aha! i see that someone else has had a really bad day, that'll be it then"
do you read Karen Bishop's What's Up on Planet Earth page? She writes a lot about the earth energies and how they are changing, what it means for empaths and so on ... brilliant stuff that often hits the energy nail on the head for me ...
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Post by dawness on Oct 2, 2006 9:03:04 GMT -6
i ache, whooo sabs.... one gem of a poem. got more? LOL.
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Post by Juan Castrocafe on Oct 2, 2006 9:40:31 GMT -6
Pandora has nothing to fear
once she opens the box...
it is to face the madness head on
with all the heart and fierceness
bearing into the moment that is
otherwise, the whole of your life...
in every bittersweet honey dewed
drop...
like Maxwell House, good to the very
last drop...
just you don't have to look at Mrs. Olsen's
face to enjoy it, unlike the Maxwell House commercial...
I always wanted to punch that fake assed smile off her face
every time the commercial aired...
FUCK MRS. OLSEN and all fictional Swedish people hocking coffee to me!
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Post by anirbas on Oct 2, 2006 10:02:42 GMT -6
Shell, thanks for that flea in my ear! I will check the site out, soon as I get a chance, lady. And no, I hadn't heard of Karen Bishop, until you mentioned her. It is my belief, all poets are empathetic.
And I know I am...Have felt others "vibrations" and or emotions, all my blithering life, until I shut down everything inside my head, several years, ago...
But, I have found, opening myself, in one way, opened all those closed "doors" in my head...And now, I'm an open wound, again!
ggglgggl...That's good on the one hand and a pain in the bum, on the other...LOL...But, yes?
Dawn! Good to see you, lady! Thought we were going to have to list you on the back of a milk carton as missing, or something...
And Jam! Same for you, too, mi amigo! You guys showing up today, saved me a pretty penny...I was getting ready to list you as MIA!
So funny, what you wrote, Jm...Now, don't be a Mrs. Olsen hater...My sainted grandmother, looked almost like her, save for her sun darkened skin from working in fields as a child...Besides, we could learn from the Swedes...They and the Norwegians, have far cleaner air than we do...Because, they got busy twenty years or more ago...But, yeah, you're right...I'd rather a Swede sell me CHOCOLATE!!!!!!!!!! Oh...Oh...almost forgot...Fuck Mrs. Olsen?
Nah....I'll let you handle that one...hahahahahahahahahahaha
She's not my type...
Magnificent Mondaying, folks! Sabrina
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Post by anirbas on May 26, 2007 22:58:09 GMT -6
~The Spirit Maggots...
Ever notice...Them...The spirit maggots?
Feckless with soulessness, ribald with abandoned
self-absorption; their unctious sweat overflowing
with the essential scent of turgid offal and rot?
Ever notice...Them...The spirit maggots?
They skulk in shadows and echoes of shadows,
of all they could have been and will never be...
Unworthy shades of even themselves...
They hunger for the light they cannot find
within themselves...Mostly because they snuffed
it out in the first place...Let the candle within
splutter into darkness...To weak to light
a candle for themselves, much less,
heaven forbid, anyone else...
So, they finesse
more than one feast of games,
in an ego-orgiastic attempt
to feed off the lightness of others' spirits,
the lightness that has left their own hollowed out souls...
Best remedy for spirit maggots, metaphorical,
or otherwise--is to pack the open
wound they inhabit, with a sulphur paste...Burns
the host like holy hell, smells like all billy hell,
churns the tummy, equally as well...
But it sears the very flesh, from the boneless,
spineless parasites, eating them into nothingness...
And sulphur, jolly well cauterizes the wound, as well...
Ever notice...Them...The spirit maggots?
Feckless with soulessness, ribald with abandoned
self-absorption; their unctious sweat overflowing
with the essential scent of turgid offal and rot?
Ever notice...Them...The spirit maggots?
They skulk in shadows and echoes of shadows,
of all they could have been and will never be...
Unworthy shades of even themselves...
~*~
~Scratch and Sniff...
Went beyond my spirit's boundaries and limits, this year...
Attempting to see to way to many other's needs...
If not their wants and myriad, off the wall, desires...
As usual, opening my arms to all, without worrying
about the possible infectious diseases someone's,
anyone's rancid snot smeared on this heart pinned
to my life torn sleeve might give me...
My mind has over empathized
with far to many unworthy of the brain pain
that cost me in the longrun...
Mind and heart, are still the same...
As wide open as a razor
released and opened wound...
It's my spirit that has changed...Sutured itself,
knitted itself closed, from the inside out...
Not so much as a scab left to pick at,
the gash once marring the surface...
Just an implacable, protectively
rubbery rind of scar tissue...
And if you dare to scratch the puckered trace
left upon the veneer of my spirit,
you will sniff the ever so faintest
whiff of sulphor wafting from the scar,
once an open wound overflowing
with pulsillanimously fat spirit maggots...
A scar, shaped oddly like a cresent moon;
or a winsomely happy, without teeth showing,
close lipped, soft and knowing smile...
All that's left of an open wound
once overflowing with spirit maggots...
~Sabrina.
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