Poetry By Soul
Come to me as I come to you meet me as I greet you walk this way as I walk toward you love me as I am loving you Life is a highway I am a soul a vehicle Life is a highway knowledge is a trip the ice-berg's tip of self revealed memories and time... knowledge peeled is a fate unsealed the successful navigation to shore of the mightiest ship Hills and valleys hopes and dreams buildings and alleys rivers and streams Rising up and falling down Giving and taking Gaining and losing Sleeping and waking Rising up and falling down Rhythm of life heard in the wind soaring to new heights, flapping your wings "I know why the caged bird sings" Rhythm of life heard in the wind Reaching...stretching and ever growing tossing away the old, and then the new, fetching and all the while your humanity showing and on the easel of your life, slowly, slowly etching the picture that is revealing life, life so appealing found and re-claimed from all, all of their stealing the circle has come around many times since you were let down round after uninteruppted round the song of the caged bird continues to echo...in search of a freeing sound fly little bird fly do not stay trapped in the cage by the question why open the door open the gift that your life is for fly little bird fly refuse to live any longer the lie stretch your wings out and soar to the heights that your will can carry you it is one thing to sing a song while holding on it is another experience to follow that freedom refusing to any longer sit on that fence comfort zone surpassed free little bird, so free, so free........at last Fly to me as I fly to you meet me as I greet you fly this way as I fly toward you love me as I am loving you© May 1997 A.J. Mahari
Who I am believing in...Me?
Who am I? How can I know? Who am I? What about me is it that most does show? Trying to share the real essence of me focused and ever evolving entity Trying to share the real essence of me as I journey to shore from the storms within the selves who were at sea. Kept at bay day after day most parts of me would say Kept at bay Now welcomed in through all of the cooperation that did begin Now welcomed in each knowing where the others have been Walking in each other's shoes Hearing each other's feelings and news Walking in each other's shoes with only the pain and the grief now to lose Who am I? How can I know? Who am I? What about me is it that most does show? I am me and I am them They are I and we are we I am me Believing in all of me believing in all I have had to see believing the lessons and each part's reality allowing them to fully be believing we are we all of this sharing has enabled me to be set free believing in all of me© May 1997 A.J. Mahari
Running
I have spent so much time running running from myself/selves, running from the world thinking I was so cunning hiding safely in the parallel universe into which I was hurled. Now I am trying to learn how to walk at an even pace and to join this thing called the human race and I must confess I think I could rather like this place feeling a part of, instead of alienated, in any occupied space. Yes....I *am* learning how to walk at an even pace. Run wild, run free, with the potential for an exciting capacity. Yet I am still somehow trapped-free. If I remain alone and do not dare to risk and to see the value in knowing others within this humanity, then, truly, I will never know my absolute destiny. Run wild, run free. There is a new tug on my heart pulling me to yet again begin to start; anew many times over as with so much of the past I do part. I am that horse stepping ahead of the cart. I am the pull that is tugging at my heart. Now, still running, my direction has shifted Each of us needs to know just how we are truly gifted. To have survived so much for so long is a testimony to the fact that we are strong. Healing and running in the human race, this is where we belong. Run, til you're done Run, don't yourself from the world shun. Run, until your race, by you, has been won. Run.A.J. Mahari--© May 1997
CHANGE
I can see both sides of all I feel, yet still my mind continues to reel. Tolerating tortured time, a slap in the face...a child's unheard nursery ryhme. Change, so strange, Change. Too much to re-arrange. Change. Trying to stretch and reach beyond, where it is in life that we have, up until now, circled the pond. Still, stagnating ..... still? Or simply not moving on due to our own stubborn will? Change, so strange, Change. Too much to re-arrange. Change. See the leaves on the trees swaying in the breeze? Interpretations are bringing us down to our knees. Mind-bending winds leaving us ill-at-ease. Change, so strange, Change. Too much to re-arrange. Change. How to know all that has not been known? How to move into places in relationships and life we were never before shown? Am I evolving? Or am I simply the windmill, revolving? Change, so strange, Change. Too much to re-arrange. Change.© May 1997 A.J. Mahari
FADE TO BLACK
Rising sun shining brightly; memories re-visited, tumultuous time ticking-still. Emotions begin to run high; slowly comes the fade to black, the night within the day. Fading to black, spinning, dizzy, feeling fear, so many, so many troubled and scared voices I hear; as the black grows ever increasingly whirlingly near. Fading to black. Fading to black, it is the past launching an attack, lay down, sit back..... struggling to breathe in a lifetime of air, for which I now lack. Are they trying to share? Do they want again to hurt me, do they, yet again, dare? Unsafe universe thrusting me into a grievous galaxy, to a lost somewhere... Fading to black. Deep inside it is dark, and everything echoes. Thrown in to the pit of despair, trapped in the enemies throes. Day in and day out, often this is how my life goes as I try to walk the world in a way that prevents others from seeing my woes. Deep inside it is dark, and everything echoes. Having faded to black, trying to sustain my light so deep, so hidden, so out of sight. Wanting to once again lead, we are held prisoner of the darkness against our might. In all of this darkness my soul does bleed. Having faded to black, trying to sustain my light. Writhing angst in the barrel of self, through to the core, don't do it, stop it, I can't take it anymore!! The dark not knowing what the light is for; The light slowly winning this internal war, Yet still any day, anytime, we can be made to fade still, more and more. Writhing angst in the barrel of self, through to the core. Fade to black, the bubble will burst, Walking wounded, profusely sweating unbearable desert heat, so full of thirst, Some inside were so, so cursed Blazon black bulk brainlessly believing their worst. Fire drill rehearsed and rehearsed... Fade to black, the bubble does burst.© May 1997 A.J. Mahari