starshine

On Audio



Strange
the moon

she only shows her face
sullen, yet bright
after the dusk of each day

beautiful
she is

setting the purpling velvet sky alight
waking constellations from deep slumber
causing them to sparkle and dim
lighting the way for us all

our wretched poor souls
wandering and lost

beneath
starshine 

© Susan Marie 

Amber Tan

I find myself missing you

and it ain't that bad

 

I find myself missing you baby

but it don't leave me sad

 

You helped me pave that rusty road

a line from you to me

It was always give or take 

and never in between 

 

I find myself thinking

about your eyes so amber tan

I see them shine then fade within the light

like a stone held in my hand

 

They lit up in my doorway

a refuge from the street

And it was always give or take with me 

and never in between  

 

I wonder how you're doing

if your feeling on the up

Saw your ride driving by

wished to stop and take a look

 

Because it was always give and take with me

and never in between

You helped me pave that rusty road

a line from you to me

 

You set me alight

let me fly right from your palm

I can't describe this desire

this void you fill, my soul to spill

 

inside this empty skull of mine

 

inside this empty skull of mine

 

This bird flies solo 

especially tonight

I can find my way home

but it's lonely on this road

 

and I just sigh

turn up the radio

tell myself that life, 

will come and go

 

they come and go

 

but you . . .

you touched me in places

people never dare to search

 

you placed your palms together

your words are inked forever

 

branded to my soul

 

Cuz it was always give and take with me

and never in between

You helped me pave that rusty road

a line from you to me

 

 

 

© Susan Marie - written for an extremely dear soul, a song of sorts . . .

inevitable death

a single
breath
is as profound
as each subtle vein
engorged
upon the skin
of solitary leaf

it parachutes
to an inevitable death

a tightrope artist
tripping on time
calling skyward

eyes upon branches
half naked
hanging as harlots

awaiting their own
slow descent
to madness

jackdaws mimic
silent cries
waddling through masses
of fallen bodies
in emerald forests

never comprehending

the descent
the death

the breath released
mid-air

never to be caught
and held 



© Susan Marie 2013 

Feathers

she moves slow, languid
the silhouette from the night sky
frames her breasts
the curve of her thigh

her wings are lovely
she knows this
they are silver gilt
and woolen white
they rest upon her back
and come full circle
cradling her as an embrace

turning her head once to the right
she listens close

someone is calling to her

she sighs, nods her head
knowing full well
what she must do

walking to the dresser
she lifts the lid
the wooden box creaks
ever so slightly

it has been ages since she has had to open it

and places within
her heart

lying on the bed
she smooths her chestnut mane

and speaks to God
who shows her the future

every single time
it is she that has to let go
not them

they think of her and smile

yet this is what she is

a harbor
               a bridge
                             a port

she must not do this again
she has told herself before

never
again

yet inside
she is so full of wonder
so full of wonder

so
full
of
wonder

it is not a bad thing
she thinks

to simply

love.



© Susan Marie 2013

Defining Breath

On audio here

To define breath
is like trying to write
poetry

Poetry is the wind
she is the ocean
lapping waves
smashing against rock and slate
dirt and Earth

She is the native tongue
of those who have come before us
who have fought and died
who have written of struggle
beauty
life 
and death

simultaneous

To attempt to catch
a solitary drop of rain
as she cries, the sky,
as eagles clash mid flight
scrying words
in cirrus
falling in ecstasy

is poetry

It is the ultimate sacrifice of the spirit
the selfless giving of the heart
the utmost altar
upon it
a cup of poison

To attempt to define
breath

is like writing 
 
poetry. 



© Susan Marie 2013 


[Thank you Theron]

I Am Kashmir

On

The News Tribe [Pakistan]

We Speak News [India]

© Majid Pandit 

Dedicated to Shaheed Tahir from Baramulla

AUDIO HERE

a
rat
a
tat
tat

ya hear that?

another round
locked, and loaded

where boys,
are forced to be
men

and women
are raped

and children,
throw
stones

until a bullet hits the skin
piercing within
the gentle flesh that God made

My skin is worn
my heart,
heavy
and my mind,
must constantly evade
the darkness

Yet I am light
and my spirit

it IS strong

it flies with the midnight moon
chasing stars
supernovas
faster than the speed of light
stronger than the wind
more powerful than the sun herself
shining

celestial majestic divinity . . .

Aged.

I am

Kashmir.


© Susan Marie 2013


* CNN yanked this off of my professional media profile today. This young man, Shaheed Tahir died in Indian occupied Kashmir this week.

 

Quietly, dying

- "The world is a prison for the believer .  .  ." - pbuh


There are times
i awake
and the day
she greets me
naked
pure

In all her wondrous glory

And i am grateful
for solitary breath
for limbs
that work perfectly
for the sun
when she shines
rain as it falls
and for birds, 

endlessly trilling
outside my window

And there are times
when i simply wish
to close my eyes
to sleep eternal

A most peaceful rest,
one of absolute divinity
where i need not think,
eat, nor breathe

An existence
where i am truly one
with all of creation

Where i am more than energy
more than the speed of light
stronger than the sun
wind
moon
and the stars

as they shine their weary smiles
upon me now.

Gently.


I wish to be the Great Frontier
its grasslands plenty
horses, wild, free
trees, untouched by man

My spirit,
the heartbeat
of wild buffalo

This place exists
in my heart
and i am
a sentient being

Human. 

Quietly,

dying.




© Susan Marie 2013