Cookie! Oh Cookie! Are you inside my soul!!!!! How can such beautifully and elloquently written words so profoundly penetrate my heart!?

A Seedling’s Cry
I am planted in a lonely garden.
The cold grey soil continues to harden.
There is no dew covered emerald green.
It is a cold and desolate scene.
There is no warm sunshine to nourish my sprouts.
Moisture’s replaced by constant draughts.
I want to grow toward a soft blue sky.
Please someone hear my humble cry.
My hope is that time will slow today.
The hours fly as I wither away.
My hope is that by some faithful chance,
A gentle gardener will cast me a glance,
And water the soil around my stem,
So I can grow from limb to limb.

Touched Lamb

She looked in the mirror and began to scoff.
The little girl washed but shame didn’t clean off.
Enveloped in fear like sheered fleece on a lamb,
Her soul was shaved naked her innocence to damn.
Her bleat for help remained unheard.
People judged her tail absurd.
For many years her soul made dust,
Torturing memories she couldn’t trust.
Then without any cause she remembered her curse.
Wool stained by touch, what could be worse?
But in the midst of her despair,
She heard a voice that made her aware.
With her through the touch of shame,
Feeling her pain as if He were the same,
Was another Lamb who bled and died.
His love was so awesome she could not hide.
She was transformed by His beckoning call.
Though present the weight of her pain came to fall.
She knew at once that her despair,
The Redeemer would transformed into grace she could share.

“The Covert Eclipse”
When long at last my auburn waves grew,
My head stood up with pride anew.
When long at last my face was clear,
With bruises gone I had less fear.
Forgotten was his stench of beer,
After all he was my dear.
Time stood still for just a day,
As it seemed his love would forever stay.
Until one day at the grocer I spent too much,
And he pushed me against the china hutch.
He yelled that it was just useless crap,
Then gave me a horrible nose breaking slap.
I stood for a moment with no surprise.
I’m gone is what I began to surmise.
Numb to the pain I floated above
Like prey I was a scarlet dove.
I couldn’t see where the truth was at.
I buried my soul like a cat covering scat.
I was lower than low yet I was on the moon.
How could my life be over so soon.
I sat down and ate some nourishing cheese
Then quietly I began to wheeze,
Because in my chest was empty space
That made a silent lonely place.
I wondered if anyone with a mind that is sound
Could open up the hollowed ground
And bring me back my polished star
To place within my empty jar.

I Want to Soar

LORD, I want to soar high above the trees,
Able to see where the rivers meet the seas,
I want to soar, to leave myself behind.
Shed this fleshly form; flee this broken mind.

LORD, I want to soar higher than the birds,
Flee this hollow world, deaf to empty words.
Feel the cloudy mist, as it envelopes me
High above this world, finally so free.

LORD, I want to soar high above the pain.
From this selfishness, able to refrain.
I want to honor You, not struggle in strife.
To somehow forget the rest of this life.

LORD, I want to see Heaven’s gates unfold,
When I enter there, greet those saints of old.
I must be content to wait for that call,
Serving instead, as on my knees I fall.

A Sunny Day
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The sun on my face
Green grass between my toes
Cool water trickiling past my feet and ankles
A child smiles
The scent of flowers
Blue sky
Cottonball clouds
Warm hand toucing my cheek
I am here

What beautiful poetic messages Cookie & Frecconia

I hope this works again as I posted it before but didn't work so hope it doesn't come up twice.



SHE JUST EXISTS

Her unconscious mind is like a portrait of the deep dark ocean.
Creatures lurking the darkest of deep.
Waiting for her.
To catch her off guard.
To consume her.

Into the depths of the blackness.
Creatures of despair overpower her most inner strength.
Severing her mind from the world above.
Strangling her sanity.
Isolation crushing her existence.

She's thrown against her will into the picture theatre of her past.
Scattering images across the screen of her retina.
Forcing her to watch.
To feel.

Into the depths of the blackness.
Dying on the ocean bed.
Unable to escape from her unconscious mind.

Finally her rescue.
She can see light shining through.
To break hold of her capturer.

She feels herself rising to the surface.
She feels the warmth of the sun on her face,
the breeze on her skin,
the sound of birds cheeping merrily.

She feels the heaviness lifting
as the merciless darkness allows her to visit,
but just for a glimpse,
before it imprisons her once again.

She feels as if she's been gone for months,
Has she?

And just as she starts to feel the sweetness of pleasure
the doom is peering over her shoulder,
ready to imprison her if she dares to enjoy.

And once again into the depths of the blackness.
Creatures of despair overpower her most inner strength.
Severing her mind from the world above.
Strangling her sanity.
Isolation crushing her existence.

Once again.

13/10/01

SCARED
Doesn’t anyone know what it’s like…..

Doesn’t anyone know what it’s like to be so scared

Scared of my own shadow
That follows me around,
Scared of noises in my head,
Realistic, daunting sounds.

The unforgiving terror
Runs through my veins at times,
I’m scared it might just catch me
And invade my inner mind.

Sweat slides down my forehead
In the blackness of the night,
A statue in my jamies
Afraid of everlasting light.

And to look around and see
The footsteps I create,
Is grounds for sole insanity
But it’s a world I can’t escape.

Of my mind I am a prisoner
Trapped in the dungeons core,
I wish I had the courage
To just open up the door.

And to think I may have failed myself,
Because I never gave a chance
To the strength inside me
Which didn’t get a glance.

So I feel as if I’ve waisted
The best of all my youth
Worried of the consequence
If self trust was put to use.

Jul 2000

BEDTIME

As the sky turns to grey, the day’s near night
The sun’s on the horizon, just out of sight
Scattering creatures, hurrying around
Gathering their family to their home in the ground

In the air is the aura of dinner just cooked
Drifting under noses of people on foot
Flooded with noise coz tea is all done
The kids argue bedtime with a smack on the bum

Peaceful at last as you sink into the chair
Turn on the telly and let down your hair
It’s your time now to jump into bed
Snuggle into pillow and rest your head

Let the worry of the day drift out of your mind
Let your body relax, you could feel SO devine
But your eyes start to twitch, try to keep them closed tight
Your mind starts to race, try not to loose sight

Turn on your back, you can count sheep
As many as you can and fall fast asleep
But the sheep did turn yellow and some wore red suits
Some had moustaches and others wore boots

Your eyes are racing under their lids
Trying to keep up with the hundreds of sheep
Your fist hit the pillow with a thundering pound
Frustration builds up, those sheep made no sound

You toss with a fury like the South Pacific Sea
Your pillow as the battle ground to take anger out on thee
You throw yourself up in the dark to a sit
Eyes sore and puffy face like a pit

Dark turns to light as you turn on the lamp
Pick up a book and give it a glance
Read it for longer, turn over the page
I think this is working, your eyes are a daze

Eyes still heavy and your mind is at rest
Turn off the lamp and give it your best

June 2001


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