Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass... It's about learning to Dance in the Rain!!: 2009

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Be-Still

Be-Still Love…an utterance or expression of ecstatic delight, the carrying of a person to another place or sphere of existence. Surreal… can only be used to describe it. Kiss me passionately, dance with me in the rain, caress me through the hours. I wake, pondering my dreams. As I turn, I catch a glimpse of you and realize…..it wasn’t a dream. Be-still my beating heart, for I fear to wake you. MRW 07/16/09

Monday, June 15, 2009

They Mock Me II

They Mock Me II

What need is there of love,
if love is so often lost?
What purpose does the sun, serve
when the rain never ends?
Why design such beauty,
when ugliness overshadows?
Why nurture the tree,
just to cut it down?

Lost in the endless monotony of nothingness,
Surrounded by mirrors of joy, love and laughter,
They MOCK ME –
showing only reflections of anger, loss, and hurt.
Fires deep in the soul rage on
The fight against nothingness endures.

MRW
06/15/09

Clipped Wings

Clipped Wings

My heart could once fly on the wings of a “Sun Conure”,
High aloft beauty unbeknownst the trappings of mortal men
A cruel fate awaited, the storm of ages to pass
With clipped wings – my heart floundered and fell
Justice lies, what justice is this?
The mockingbird to haunt my dreams –
A shining beacon has breached the clouds
A jewel in the darkness – by and by
On clipped wings the heart will flourish and fly again,
to behold the wonders of God and Men.

MRW
06/15/09

Friday, June 12, 2009

They Mock Me

They Mock Me

What need is there of love,
If love is so often lost?
What purpose does the sun serve
When the rain never ends?
Am I capable of love?
Is the past preventing a future?
What am I doing?
Where am I?

Lost in the endless monotony of nothingness,
Surrounded by mirrors of joy, love and laughter,
They MOCK ME –
showing only reflections of anger, loss, and hurt.
Fires deep in the soul rage on
The fight against nothingness endures.

MRW
06/12/09

Friday, May 15, 2009

Irrational? Emotional? Or just tired of the shit??

Maybe I'm being completely irrational, but damn it...... I'm tired of living my life for everyone else. I know that moving to Florida is completely impratical, I know that I would be uprooting Connor and possibly Ethan and Blake would probably follow me there. But this place, (where I am now), holds no value for me. Yes, I have a job and I've been here 4 yrs now. I have a shitty apartment, that is surrounded by low class hoosiers. And I have several friends that have their own lives and families and could probably care less if I'm here or not. I have family in Florida and I have this deap seated emotional connection to the Ocean and constant Sunshine, that I just can't explain. Everytime I visit, it gets harder and harder to come back to this place, where it's freezing 5 months out of the year. I don't want to wake up in the morning and have to clean snow and ice off of my vehicle. I don't want to deal with men and women who think they are SuperMan and drive 75 in the sleet. Yes, we have nice grass and beautiful flowers in the spring and all this flooding is sooo much fun. But, if I stay here, I'm not living MY life as I want too. I would be living my life for those people who really don't give a shit about me, they just want to be close to Connor and Ethan.... and I'm not incensitive to that. I completely understand, and I feel that they do need to be close to their dads, but the longer I'm here, the more I hate it. I know that my boys love their dads very much, but neither one of those so called men are very good influences. Between the drinking, the lack of motivation, the woman, the lying, and just all around bad character, it wouldn't hurt my boys one bit to be without them for awhile. So, I have set my sites on Florida, with family that loves and cares for me and my precious boys. It may take me awhile to get there, but I WILL get there. If I do nothing else in my life, I WILL get there.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Where Silver Rivers Run

Where Silver Rivers run Gods and Goddesses dance on the bank to the rhythmic motion of life’s bloom. Echoes of the universe sing thunderous sounds. Earth’s tempo below our feet, voices raised to the heavens, we sway to and fro. Where Silver Rivers run, shimmering, glistening in the night, we have beaten death’s ring, our souls fly free. Where Silver Rivers Run!

MRW
03/25/09

Monday, January 19, 2009

Chaos Reigns

Chaos Reigns

Happiness! Reality or a figment of the imagination? Day turns to night, a man sleeps next to her, confusion sets in. Is he the one, or is he a man from her past, lost in the present? Miles below the surface, she fights to find which way is up, to breathe again. To distinguish between night and day, happiness and madness. Chaos reigns, suffocating the soul. She’s drowning in a sea of absurdity. Life’s balance has shifted toward the night's darkness. She travels a thousand leagues, searching for the surface and a thousand more she will traverse before the day is found.

MRW
01/19/2008

Pieces of Me

I am the soft breeze blowing on a Spring day, sunshine seen through the clouds, a rainbow of color on a sprinkled day. I am quiet and reserved, wild rarely seen. My eyes and smile seen on my boys. Modest me, simple inconspicuous Melissa, unnoticed by most. Beautiful Native, tattooed Hippy, hidden away, graceful and fancy saved for a special day. A Dragon Fly wafting along, predator, water searcher, and day lover. I am Athena, goddess of art and war. Heed my warnings, listen closely, I only speak when needed. Passionate, emotional, fiery, and fierce, girlfriend and mother. The many pieces of me.

MRW
03/03/2008

from "I Sing the Body Electric"

The love of the body of man or woman balks account, the body itself balks account, that of the male is perfect, and that of the female is perfect. The expression of the face balks account, but the expression of a well-made man appears not only in his face, it is in his limbs and joints also, it is curiously in the joints of his hips and wrists, it is in his walk, the carriage of his neck, the flex of his waist and knees, dress does not hide him, the strong sweet quality he has strikes through the cotton and broadcloth, to see him pass conveys as much as the best poem, perhaps more, you linger to see his back, and the back of his neck and shoulder-side.

Walt Whitman

The Presence of Love

And in Life's noisiest hour, there whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee, the heart's self-solace and soliloquy. You mold my hopes, you fashion me within; and to the leading love-throb in the heart through' all my being, through' my pulse's beat; you lie in all my many thoughts, like light, like the fair light of Dawn, or summer eve on rippling stream, or cloud-reflecting lake and looking to the Heaven, that bends above you, how oft! I bless the lot that made me love you.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both and be one traveler, long I stood and looked down one as far as I could to where it bent in the undergrowth; then took the other, as just as fair, and having perhaps the better claim, because it was grassy and wanted wear; though as for that, the passing there had worn them really about the same, and both that morning equally lay in leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence: two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

Eulalie

I dwelt alone in a world of man, and my soul was a stagnant tide, till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride—till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.

Ah, less—less bright the stars of the night than the eyes of the radiant girl! That the vapor can make with the moon-tints of purple and pearl, can vie with the modest Eulalie’s most

un-regarded curl—can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie’s most humble and careless curl.

Now Doubt—now pain come never again, for her soul gives me sigh for sigh, and all day long shines, bright and strong, a star within the sky, while ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye—while ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.

Edgar Allan Poe

Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments; love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove: O, no, it is an ever-fixed mark, that looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand’ ring bark, whose worth's unknown,
although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

William Shakespeare

Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass... It's about learning to Dance in the Rain!!