Are we masked
revelers
crashing through time,
trying to make sense
of party lines?
Unable to touch
or even embrace,
hardly breathing,
our wildness erased…
Cautioned by fear,
longing to be set free,
acquiescing to
this threat
like detainees…
Who planned this rip
in the fabric of time,
is this the new normal,
and have we resigned?
to strange masquerades
infiltrating earth,
all dressed
for the occasion,
with only whispers of mirth…
©AllysoAlly2020
“The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you
Don’t go back to sleep!”― Rumi
Some things remain unsaid
but words have resonance,
they echo in heart chambers,
they wake us before dawn
and desire articulation…
the pain needs to be exsanguinated
however deadly it may seem!
there’s a brutal truth that lies deep
in the bosom of heartache
it festers
if left
it longs to be known
to be expunged
from its self-made gallows…
and yet there’s fear
regret
shame
in this witches’ brew
this potion
this spell of deceit
that grew up in us…
How do we untangle the words and let them come forth without lacerating ourselves and others in the process?…
©AllysoAlly2020
“We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness.”
― George Orwell
Deserted beaches,
silent halls,
moods translated
by talking walls…
overcrowded messages
are caught on zoom,
while protestations
wordlessly fume…
Wishes float into thin air,
skeptics chafe
on garbled prayers…
Outdoor dreaming
is all but shut,
folksy monotones
are in a rut…
Muted citizens
hideaway,
while hungry queuers digest dismay…
baited breath
of the unsaid,
lies are truth,
and truth is dead…
On the other side of this dystopian state,
is a unity of consciousness we must create…
©AllysoAlly2020
“Tough love doesn’t work on people who are hurting!”
-The poetry bandit
Stuck in quagmires
of emotion
she could not find
her way
out of the utterances
of pity
and things people say…
©AllysoAlly2020
It’s like a freight train
in the darkness
hitting me at full speed…
Awareness
in that moment,
a wound
that has to bleed…
It’s a fearful obsession,
an emptiness within,
as well as
a deep knowing,
it’s goose bumps
on my skin…
It’s the voice
of a tormentor
saying that he’s gone,
it only lasts
a second,
it’s the mystical beyond…
It’s unexplainable visits
when breathing in light,
it’s a deep knowing
that gets me
through the night…
It’s rainbows
boldly stretched
across azure skies,
it’s a change of direction,
unraveling the lies…
It’s a gentle banishment
of archaic beliefs,
a supernatural feeling,
a glorious release…
It’s a slow awakening
expanding the mind,
It’s everlasting kindness,
faith in the Divine…
It’s a visceral knowing
that he watches
over me,
It’s a sacred journey
A loving reverie…
©AllysoAlly2020
I touched
warm waters,
my heart
in my hand…
wading in the shallows
I felt earth expand…
In sacred moments,
you are everywhere,
a cosmic dancer,
without a care..
and waters lapped
over my broken heart,
kissed
with emotion…
I became a part
of all
that was and ever shall be
a swimmer
in a supernatural sea…
Art by L. Muri…
©AllysoAlly2019
I went down
to the river
to rewrite my vows,
merging
with creation
beneath hallowed boughs…
I went there
to wash
my misgivings
away,
the sweet waters flowed
into sentient spray…
And in the mists
of consuming
repose,
way down
in the shadows
my heart
was exposed…
In rivers
of mourning
I consented to the pain,
beneath
living waters
I will drink joy again…
©AllysoAlly2019
“Whenever you should doubt your self-worth, remember the lotus flower. Even though it plunges to life from beneath the mud, it does not allow the dirt that surrounds it to affect its growth or beauty.”
― Suzy Kassem
sometimes
words come
from pits of despair,
from stinking cesspools,
from marshy lairs…
beauty grows out
of darkened quags,
and flowers begin to bloom on lighter paths…
the lotus emerges from muddy pools,
inspiring a glow
like, recast jewels…
Art by Ally…
Sadly my Ziggy-Stardust cat changed worlds a year ago
but he continues to inspire me…
“In your light, I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.”
― Rumi
from the wellspring
of a broken heart,
death’s brutality
had torn me apart…
spilling divinity
from the wound,
where grief’s sinew
had been exhumed… And words
overflow
from the source,
making prose a holy force…
not my words
alone,
just pickings
from my bones…
where light had infiltration,
grace allows
to raise
vibration…
©AllysoAlly2019
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
― Mark Twain
She spoke
with her eyes
asking how I survived
this brutal demise…
and she read
the depths
of my pain
in words unexplained…
as grief broke from my lips
in convoluted scripts…
her kind conversation
was my ground
of liberation…
Art courtesy of Facebook
©AllysoAlly2019
