Rainbow Body

     The swirling of colors,

shows voalitilty within.

Bruising purple for

aching deep in the redirected red rose heart that beats

for life and experience.

Solem blue, depth

of an abyss always searching

for the opposing eggy yellow for sustence physically

and emotionally.

      The total absence of light

a deeper black that is

hidden within all sentients.

Balanced in most with the glimmering pure white

reflecting all colors away

from this sacred space.

Orange pink swirls around

dances, spins, twirls creating for themselves

a link to what some would call mischeviously insane

actions.

      In-between this absence and

reflection lives the solid,

foggy grey. It is the ego,

the balance, dependable

justice. Whispering judgement

called up through the

tender stomach to the

stendrils of the low brain

of all colors and parts the

unconcious calculated effect

that causes.

     

     Rusty brown sicknesses

force a living body into

a state of electrochemical

suspension, then tiny warriors

take on the attack pushing

away the brown invasion.

S.D. (poem 2009; picture 2011) Original

Transformation

      This was part of a kid's short story I'd written when I was little, going over old writings I thought it'd be better as a poem.  Still thinking about adding, though.

     Lu looked up,
and saw the sky sobbing blue.
     Really how could it
get that hue?
     She wanted badly,
to fly away.
     She became a butterfly,
and flew all day.
     She rested on a limb,
brown and hard.
     She became so tired,
so she changed back to a worm.
     Laid out on the limb,
warming from all sides.

S.D. 1990's  (original)

It's Here & Now

If you see it,
If you smell it,
If you feel it,
If you hear it,
How can it not be there?

If you see it,
ribs showing,
scar littered bodies,
water, earth, fire start a war,
children, no parents,
eyes with pain,

If you smell it,
tang of blood,
squalor and feces,
decay of idealized hopes,
lungs full of ashes,
bodies rotting.

If you feel it,
earth rumbling,
people losing faith,
bonds of love shattered, torn,
some lost in their minds,
bodies rebelling,

If you can hear it,
winds whistling,
screaming, crying,
houses of peace gone,
words of fear, hate,
muzzle blasts,

How can it not be there,
some losing, some gaining,
the end of the end,
facing truth,
stuck, no denials left,
the ultimate second chance.

S.D. (poem 27.8.2011; picture 2011) Original

Live and Learn

     She never knew a heart
could break,
easily,
quickly,
cruelly,
Shattered like ice after a 100 foot drop.

     Or the world that could
turn on her,
suddenly,
insensibly,
painfully,
The pop of a limb being dislocated.

     Or the haughty looks of those
formerly known,
rudely,
mortally,
awkwardly,
Embarrassment of the world who saw her defeated.

     Or the acidic empathy of self-contempt,
morbidly,
sadly,
silently,
The lethargy of being burned alive while paralyzed.

     Or the confusion of muggy, foggy
half-memories and feelings,
fiercely,
violently,
suspiciously,
Played out like the greatest debate of fact and myth.

     Or the attempt back to happiness,
failing worse with each attempt,
wearily,
weakly,
insanely,
Like slogging through slush that sucks at your shoes.

     Or did she know all this?
loosely,
fleetingly,
wryly,
Through the dimming light of eyes, slumping of heads.

     Warnings were there, come and gone,
slowly,
momentarily,
archly,
She never saw the illness through the symptoms.

     Trying to soothe the pain always,
naively,
eerily,
grimly,
Ignorant of the cause.

S.D. 2009 (original)