Sonya Rose Poetry

Year of Grace

2011-07-18T19:40:00.000-07:00

I sit here—

Dreaming for things to naturally fall into its place.

Staring into my living space, so weak I appear.

Can’t keep up the pace—

Of the human race, a well-established career;

I feel so out of place.

I look back at the years, a memory trace of an old frontier.

See the rough bumps, the crinkly pattern in an emerald green depression vase…

In my changing face, I feel a new tear.

If only I could embrace—

The colors of the wind in its breathing space (all-clear)

If only I could swim with the ocean and reappear—

Like a pearl in its hiding place…

If only I could jump on the next cloud and disappear—

Fly to a higher place.

If only I could touch the sun and give more cheer—

Not burn up in deep space.

If only I could walk on the moon (from here)—

Write that song that I hear play from its imaginary place.

If only I could play bass… and drink some fine dark beer—

On and on and on, in a parking space

With no cars, just a gathering space—to give ear;

A meeting place, a change of pace

For anyone who needs breathing place, a life peer.

Like me, this is my visual place.

Some say it’s a prisoner’s base, to draw nearer

To a lower place; to interlace…

Others say its part of an obstacle race, never to interfere

With a higher space,

And now my dog at my feet, who I hold dear,

Just wants me to cut to the chase.

All I know, it’s still all unclear…

But, to be sincere,

I could never fight this (cancer) alone, without fear—

Not without Love or my heart in the right place;

And, especially, not without—Grace.

Description: 2011 is my Year of Grace. Through a vivid dream, I was led to receive proper healing. I was warned to get my breasts thoroughly checked. After ultrasound/MRI-biopsies, I was diagnosed: stage 2 ILC (Invasive Lobular Carcinoma), LCIS & DCIS, grade 3, node-positive. Following a lumpectomy, 8 cycles of chemo, deep in September, I had a bilateral total skin-sparring mastectomy with immediate reconstruction. In just one year, my risk dropped from 85% to 35% to 17.5% of cancer recurring. As, I am continuing my hormone therapy for the next five years, I have adopted even healthier ways of living, a greener lifestyle. I am learning more on what it means to be a BRCA mutation carrier, with a 50% chance plus 1% higher every year of hereditary ovarian cancer... and other cancers (pancreatic, malignant melanoma, subgroup of lymphomas and leukemia). Also, what I must do to further overcome my underlying condition of Chronic Lyme Disease.

I've been blessed through the miracle of more than just one dream (as my cancer went under the radar of GYN/self-breast exams and mammograms for over 8 long years, since age 31)... through excellent care of doctors and nurses, family and friends, my fiancée, my sweet Sonny... through the power of God's angels on Earth and in Heaven. Through those faces that I've seen in my dreams before I've met them...

Lose the Lyme: Save the Rhyme

2011-05-28T15:32:00.000-07:00

May is "Lyme Disease Awareness Month", but for me, it's every month. I'm a Lyme Disease Survivor. After years of being misdiagnosed/undiagnosed, I trusted my instincts/intuition and was treated successfully for advanced Lyme Disease at Malibu Hyperbaric Medical Center in 2010; referred to by Turn the Corner ...I was very happy that my strength eventually returned. However, it was not long after...that I had another life saving dream. This time to get my breasts checked immediately. In early 2011, I was diagnosed and being treated for Invasive Breast Cancer (BRCA2+) at Pink Lotus Breast Center/Cedars-Sinai and Tower Hematology Oncology Medical Group in Los Angeles. I can only hope and pray that I will get through it as well. "Lose the Lyme: Save the Rhyme" is a poem that I wrote while undergoing treatment for Chronic Lyme Disease. It can be just as disabling and life threatening as Breast Cancer, but does not receive near that kind of attention, which is very sad. Please visit CALDA -- California Lyme Disease Association for more information into this tough, debilitating, chronic, hard to diagnose and treat disease. Thank you. Many blessings...and I hope you enjoy my video poetry.

"Lose the Lyme: Save the Rhyme"

I

I can't hustle...

when some strange disease has attacked my joint and muscle.

I can't think straight,

when I'm carrying all this added weight.

I can't go on believing-

in a system that isn't seeing.

I can't dream for too long,

when I feel something inside me is so wrong.

I can't solve a riddle,

with confusion and crying—dying in the middle.

I can't do the things that I once could do...

If it hasn't happened yet, it could happen to you.

I can't stand the pain at times...

Am I really a victim of biological warfare—terrible crimes?

This is a very critical rhyme,

from a simple soul suffering with Lyme's in her prime.

II

Wouldn't you know, sprinkles are now coming down on my face:

I can barely feel the rain, yet I embrace-

God's Grace is taking place.

I can almost see in the cloudy skies — a moving staircase.

Close to the ocean, I feel the big wind and my heart race.

Healing begins with a Wounded Healer, at a slow moving pace.

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Featured on Planet Thrive:
http://planetthrive.com/2010/05/lyme-rhyme/

Love Sky Nearby

2011-05-28T14:49:00.000-07:00

When I look deep into the beautiful blue sky,
I ask, "Why? ... Why? ... Oh, God, why?"
Why do we all have to die?
Oh, my... (I say this with a sigh)
Someday...
Sometimes, I just don't know what to say
when someone has cancer. Now how-to breakthrough
and win this battle, too...
It isn't easy, but sharing a day like this...
I sure wouldn't want to miss.
It feels so good inside...
to have no fear, say if I died—
tomorrow... My love will go on
in all the day-glo.
This I know—
because Love tells me so.

..I enjoy writing Carpe Diem "Seize the Day" poems. More so since being diagnosed with node-positive Breast Cancer. I was very fortunate to have received a dream of warning: A big bosom lady appeared to me in my dream one early January morning. Gave me the strong message to get checked now! Don't wait one more day.

My cancer went under the radar of Breast GYN/self-exams and mammograms (found in an ultrasound/biopsy @Pink Lotus Breast Center/MRI @Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in LA). I was given my final diagnosis (ILC--Invasive Lobular Carcinoma; LCIS, DCIS, grade III, BRCA2+) during the world-wide festival of "St. Agatha of Sicily" (Catania), Patron Saint of Breast Cancer.

My cancer tumor was cut out following—the reports—Valentine's Day.

"Love Sky Nearby" was written on the top of my head the day before Earth Day/Easter weekend. The images were filmed on what would have been my wedding day [4.8.2011]. That's been postponed until I finish my chemotherapy treatments... further undergo bilateral skin sparing mastectomy and reconstruction.

This poem is a very simple one, but one that I can only hope—most around the world could relate to—especially when it comes to just wanting to "really" live for the day... as if it's endless like the sky. And to be able to share it with the ones we love, well... is more than words could say.

I wish you all the best on your journey. And, most importantly, enjoy your day wherever you are...

Please visit me: Sonya Rose @CaringBridge:

Birch Tree

2007-12-15T01:24:00.001-08:00

Have you seen her, high on a hill, linking earth and sky?
Her blossoms unveil the blessings of life.

Give gifts of peace and freedom to a heart’s cry.
Have you seen her, high on a hill, linking earth and sky?

The most ladylike of all trees, I can most identify.
Her fertility and reliability flow deep in the afterlife.

Have you seen her, high on a hill, linking earth and sky?
Her blossoms unveil the blessings of life.

Tic-Tac-Toe

2007-12-11T17:55:00.000-08:00

Here in the air of X and O,
I pass right through yes and no.
My soul travels alone
on a path into the unknown.
Sing to me a song
of lovers whose destiny is one.
Wanting, waiting lifelong...
My song is over and just begun.

Child of the Universe

2007-12-11T17:54:00.000-08:00

Mankind plays in the forest
on seesaws.
Starving children
run with ripped wings.
Repeated words they hear
find openings...
Broken dreams
fall deep in my head.
Let them go,
gifts to the dead.
Have childlike faith.
The Master plan is unclear:
travel in the world
without reservation or fear.

Identifiable

2007-12-11T17:53:00.000-08:00

Focus. Change. Narrow
Eyes leap, contract, slit
Emerge in day. Flow
Sound returning wit.

Hear water, waves sense
Snare drums beating fast;
Clicking trains, sequence-
Communicate, vast.

Skin so sensitive,
Dark moment, feel free.
Vibrations, force. Live-
Offspring turn. Greet. See

Bond eternally...
Roam the world. Breathe free.

© Sonya Rose

Rapt in Reverie

2007-12-11T17:51:00.000-08:00

I agree...
I don’t
really know your country;
But, I won’t
pretend to see
that you and I are truly free-
say to be
Nirvana's draftee.
Today, I woke up to this dream
on the side of the New World;
And, I was sailing in the bloodstream
to the forgotten old-world...

Painting Eternity

2007-12-11T17:48:00.001-08:00

A flower may blossom, wither
And then die without anyone
Ever seeing or knowing it’s
Beauty...

But the artist can look at
The flower and freeze it in
Time – Paint it onto canvas
To live a thousand lifetimes

And a thousand generations
Will look upon the flower
And see the beauty it had
To offer

A beauty that once-
Blossomed, withered,
And died a long time ago....

And maybe some will say
To their selves – I wonder what
The artist was thinking of-

As she froze a moment in
Time – and painted eternity

[I inspired an unknown poem to the world called "Painting Eternity"....]

My BrainStorm

2007-12-11T17:45:00.000-08:00

My pen rose and I expressed fascinations
Trying to forget these frustrations
Irresponsible gossip let me be-
I spend considerable time and energy
Trying to resolve problems with the insight
Of a mathematician linking black-and-white
Genius and spirituality-
Beauty

Mathematically, I am ugly;
Yet my intuitive sense is searching for me
To inspire to be
Something fortunately-
I have experienced it; what does occur
The conviction of a final answer-
My sense: There’s no doomsday
Just doomsdays’, I feel this way

I met Mozart once in my dream, behind-
A large piece of music in the Mastermind
One idea, exciting, I thought
His soul was on fire with high winds; he taught
The complete order of inspiration
Telecommunication; I’m not alone in my vocation
His work grows,
And no one quite knows
How long an entire composition
Is finished in someone’s mind; my ambition
Begins before the musical prelude today
A feeling I downplay

In the morning, I glanced at a beautiful man
I missed the obvious; someone stole my superman
So, I listen to Beethoven’s music; mystical
He couldn’t...yet, my soul
Hears and he knows
The musical scores and sounds in his head, goes
No where; always in his head transcendent
Of human suffering and I am touched, underwent
Another miracle
Making it through the night, while I suffer ridicule

Einstein, Newton, Copernicus, and Ludwig
Is still surviving, unimaginable; and a theatrical gig
At 12,000 feet, I am forming in a visionary sense
I am struggling to breathe, another day tense
Their expression is unfamiliar; the lists
Of musicians, poets, painters, scholars, scientists,
And creative people, who will terrify...
Why they do it...I don’t know why
It’s intense; politics
And I come off the mountain, the quick fix

My mother says that I am the lower elite; still
The upper elite are twice as likely to get ill
Unpin the cap to womankind
Intentionally stirring-up intense emotions, I’m refined
To inspire themselves in their creations
My emotional hardship of my life, underestimations
I hide too much pride
Yet you offer your humble inspiration; I hide
Escape with you in real misery,
Our creative city

A mystery, unresolved these experiences; quite
The painful reality of an unhappy family, one more fight
Why are we at risk...? Uncanny, not
Simply talented alone; forget it brother, it’s a long shot...
Is your heart truly imaginative, innovative....?
Our life is secret, did you know...discriminative-
I encourage you to reenlist
You’re in need of more experience; there’s a checklist
Why are still in your nightclothes-
Sitting on your window-sill...thinking of that single rose
Expressing disappointment; you rushed someone’s time
On earth, sent a letter of the dead and wounded your crime

Who is reaching out to the families of the dead?
Rapid thinking, a flood of ideas...in my head
Can we enjoy angelic visions anymore?
Of those who hallucinate...who wants more?
Afflicted with the marvelous capacity of the brain
I’m curious about such an evanescent image...am I insane?
Does your mom wear Army boots?
I am painfully aware of the camp and my roots...

How many thousands were, are sent?
There are no guarantees in visiting and paying rent
The site of this historic event
This is effecting...the confident...
The entire world deeply...
May feel off-key....

Paperwork into the deep trough of time
The remnants of a former battleground; don’t waste a dime
They are fit to fight and we should save....
I appreciate the soldiers; how many more to send to the...let’s brave
Who hopes, proceed with a feeling of communion, say
That unforgettable way
The intensity of their difference; yet we are left pondering
Wondering....
The impoverished human potentiality is a walkway
It doesn’t have to be this way
If we could control
Target the greedy, help today’s death toll;
But, someone will argue with me
My special ability to see
For life uninterrupted, we do nothing...
Another Saturday in blizzard conditions, let’s watch something...

Do we have to prove that a person has wit?
Has to create a masterpiece to proof it?
A rare gift, maybe; but, the artist struggles, exhausted
Confused, and useless to those lying in a warm bed
How about those dedicated souls in turmoil? Why not bother...
Their crying for their mother or father
Lover to save them....every second, I’m crushed
Both my creative and the depressive halves..."mushed"
I am uncertain...sliding down hill some more....
Ten thousand tons of snow...what for...
The snow has to go somewhere...what I snow-blind
How you handle an avalanche...falling into your...rewind
While you are in your shorts coming undone
Sweating in the hot sun

It is the warmest year on record; who out there is a loner?
Things are changing; whose physical vulnerability...who’s a goner
What is your drive...your personals...? My hunger is curbed...
So many are emotionally disturbed
No matter who is doing what...? Whatever income
Do we have the courage to overcome?
Our childhood programming...
The way the brain functions...slamming-
Are we going to crash into hell....?
Some things take time...well,
Jesus is a hard act to follow....
My parent have not quite made it; I swallow
Their struggling, discouraged, I weave
My failure to achieve
My maximum ability...two by two

There are things you can do...
To save your lives I suppose...why fail....
It takes a matter of days to unveil
A new established order...steer clear of war
And move our country forward...The eagle is sore...
I cannot repress the politically dangerous ideas
Their contaminating the prevailing...we as
An artistic idealism - chart
The direction, alternative plans have a heart
In the arts and sciences, a star system of stability
...too many cooks, respectability
Are spoiling the broth for half a century....
For the soup of change...too many authorities agree
We’re causing confusion....for the sake of change...gone.
Explain....the shock, fear...barely enough to live on...
Simple dreams are not coming true...
The world wants a future...to grow up...we’re in the blue

God-willing....the minds of intelligent and creative people
Convince the chosen to stop-ringing the bell in the steeple
Close our eyes to the reign of Zion-
To the rescue...defines our reality about the symbol of a Lion.
Who is sane, who is not...reigning
Can you survive...are you just maintaining-
You writers, musicians, artists, composers, actors,
Directors, and athletes...here are the smart factors
The instability of my poetry, soon...
Just a few miles down the road...I resume
My poem will someday end...
And all the wisdom I required, I’ll send...

I am aware of the eagles flying higher...
Of the highest mountain burning in me...the western wire
So many sides of us...the different sides of Einstein, a freeman
Sorrow still reigns after the mushroom cloud over Japan
Enormous pressure, nervous breakdowns, in creating the color-blind...
What degree are you...in humankind; I’m snow-blind
None, mild, marked, or severe...in a win
Do you know Heisenberg, Fermi, Plank, and Edison
Darwin, Pasteur, Rutherford, Bell
Neils Bohr, Boltzmann, Mendel, Michelson, swell...
Strange-love indeed...still threatens us
With the apocalypse...what’s all the fuss?
And my friend, the mathematician is mentally high
Unstable...but, I’d rather hang out with my
Creative friend who has no threat
To humanity...so what he’s in debt.

And, I asked Herman Melville, what the big deal is about Mars
And Moby Dick...HM went away, locked behind window bars
-until he could finish the end...
I can’t possibly measure up...I am tormented, too...my friend
The issues of madness, genius, politics, do in fact overlap....
Don’t they....Churchill, De Gaulle, Lloyd George, Mussolini, and Stalin, nap
Hitler, Bismark, Disraeli, Lincoln, and Woodrow Wilson...the rumbling
Ezra Pound was defeated.....brilliant...yet crumbling...
Through the door, I don’t know...I hear the crying....our fate
Around here....in my country...we somewhat try to be straight...
The power struggle with suitcases in our hands....
We walk in this brutal world...having the courage to travel to faraway lands
To see the world the way it actually is....
I don’t know...I’m no whiz

We’re nervous...who is calling out our names....the Men-In-White?
The Men-In-Black...? If you see adventure, fly like the wind, like a kite
Another mountain to climb....in my head, I know....
The necessities...Take a shot.....taking risks, some low
Departing from reality is one thing....
We really are all tired of something....
Amen...We all lost sometime....
Having second thoughts all the time
What does your beautiful mind see...firepower in the raw-
Under the gun of John Nash...I can’t see anything, never saw...

Let’s take it easy-thinking I am through understanding; yet have the key
The incomprehensible paradoxes of yesterday’s tyranny
So what kind of music....can we promise to painlessly-
Dissolve the ‘ice people’ tomorrow...are we...
I see the destiny of nations in the hands of the insane...doesn’t it seem
The progress of mankind....my friend who is bi-polar extreme
Was inflicted by that mentally unstable scientific genius
Who damaged man and the environment....all riding in a bus...?
Opens the universe to human exploration....takes the chance
Can you hold opposites in balance...?
Focus...should be no separation
Into the depths of a future or our own creation
We are not the fortunate ones: let’s just have fun...
Someone is prying a beautiful girl out of her sun...
That’s not what she really wants...
The scientist willingness to test her ideas, hunts
The greatness from colleagues...not a lunatic....
Protects his creative exploration, grabs a chair to watch her flick
Is there a boundary to separate genius? Do I know the trick...?
A line away from madness, science from magic
Lady Love never smiles at Dr. Strangelove, a sad tone
So how can he break the spell...he realizes she’s all alone
Is anyone out there, he shouts....he’s got to know...
Newton was a magician; modest...he always has a foe

Close my eye...Is there a romantic image for me...?
The heroic rebel who may not have denied God; look-see
He’s fooling me, all-together...
Without uttering the name, not ever
We are loosing the vision all together....
If you really care...the knight of faith....whether-
I tread on holy ground, don’t desecrate it.
Sacred Earth....Orphan of the Universe who’s been hit.

Now, I’m in a lounge, forgetting my neck pain....
Observing everywhere...where love walks in vain
Shoveling dirt, adopting organic culture....malnutrition
Let’s go to the supermarket...important transition.
Glad I take an interest in biology and medicine-the pain
Your secret lies outside the brain...
Did you know...don’t believe everything you read-
Lay off the caffeine...these pills and drugs, slowly feed...
Killing people I know...so many different sizes and colors, a clan
What makes a man hate another man...?
Help me understand; Ecstasy is not leading me to paradise...
So far brainstorming has two meaning; my fingers are a twitching devise
I have a bright idea! Call this poem Jumble Me!
I can’t dream it, will all fit together...ABC’s in the DVD
Let me drift off to space...no trace, no race, and no face
I’m waking and sleeping...The Whiteface
A sudden jerk...I can’t face the night...
I’m in tears; I have to break apart from the suffering...right?

I don’t know what I’m going to do about this feeling inside...
I’m without your love...suffering, in my bed, I hide

I never heard the voice of Christ; but, he is the reason why...
Where’s that area in the brain with mystical experiences? The eternal high-
Can’t help but think of sexual fantasies...still, reading poetry
Designed to evoke my feelings...not ESP
Money now on my mind...

My mother warned me of untold dangers...I grind
The danger of creativity...The Little Prince’s flower
Broke me down...only for an hour
Don’t mess around...the wound and the bow
Let’s embrace if it’s o.k. with you...no?
Let’s rise up...have fiestas...hot, hot, hot...
Learn the fear, the change less...our age, spot-
Troubled minds take their lives...trade-in
Dressed-up in my own skin...
No escaping....why some are so pushy, mothers
Attack all others.....

Oh, this new world order...we are aliens in our own lands
I’m crossed-out, worn symbols...shaking dirty hands
My world is now camouflaged....I want to fly-
Not come down....I have fire in my wings, prettify
Reason-to-believe that they’ll do it again...baby steps-by-steps
Operating deep within, guiding our evolutionary foot-steps...
This is urgent...They’re playing tricks on our minds...
We are evolving...waiting in lines
The seal of the creative...human touch of madness
Obsessive quality....unique, sadness

Intimate...
No thought of oblivion....mad in love with art...Fate
My heart is in my head....
So powerful....How are you feeling? There’s ringing...never wed
Who can we believe in....Who I should call now...? Leave-
The stars are still shining...I saw a star shoot on Christmas Eve
And I can’t see any reason...if someone drops and I submerge, my kite
Thinking in quantum burst of energy...my soul’s alright...
Listening to the haunting melody...the one I know by heart (sweat)
Can’t let go...am I dreaming? I can’t believe; I refuse to forget
Who is knocking at my door, at this hour...a junky? Go away (fried)
I’m not here no more; I just wish to be alone...hanging outside...

There’s no sound...I keep to myself...nothing wrong with my state
Of mental health...God plays with loaded dice...love and hate
Future I can see, let’s play...
Disturbs my friend, the scientist who walks by Route 89, that highway
Who can it be now? We are living in? A lie
Extraordinary times...How ordinary are...I?
I’m attracted to plenty...a symphony of souls...
A little bit of this, a little bit of that, Rules
A little bit of me in this kind of passion
I’m entranced by this consuming love, changing fashion

Charged with sexual fever...
Love from afar...unexplored feelings, disbeliever
For the other...it’s all been a game...
I have now discovered a new peak, the loneliest, the same
Of mortal reflection...a sacred moment...sanctify
If you can see...share the intimacy...give someone else a try...
The heavens can open rivers of time part...
Marry me...my world is filled with strange arrangements...one heart
The look of love, promise of paradise...what is your reason for living? Lost keys...
I don’t know all the answers...all the information....these
Intense feelings I all create...never judge the look
By your armor...unleash my knight; I’m standing in the wind...an unwritten book
Not waving good-bye...unaware you are...I am
It’s understandable....should I try like Steven Crane, John Lennon, Paul Gauguin,
Leo Tolstoy, Frank Lloyd Wright, Pablo Picasso, Henri Matisse, Eugene O’ Neill,
And George Orwell....who cares about poor grades....What do you feel?
Looking for an answer...trying to find the design....
I am still singing the lost-love song from those days-ran over, behind
Get back to the beauty of a naked Greek goddess, exposed in private...
My instinctive channels....intercommunicate
That music of that one human voice is memorizing, born out of time....
So little time...I’ll be coming back for more to my mountain-my rhyme
It’s not something which really exists, so abstract....
But, I have this streak of wildness....of madness, as a matter of fact

Suppressed for years...
I turn to Nature...to the night, in my fears.
To my pillow...not truly isolated, plugged into space
A network of beauty-brilliant revelation, birthplace
Programmed into the Renaissance, I find
In my theater of sleep...in my emotionally torn mind...
The cast shares a common sorrow....contagious grief
Makes me sweat from the bright lights; Make it brief
Their endured mental and physical agony
Does not destroy them; we don’t forget our lines; “to-be, or not to-be”
Why we are on stage...who we are performing for...
Stepping into the start of the Twilight Zone...our allure
My mind spreads its wings, return to being upside down...hauntingly, beautiful sound.
We’ll sing and dance to a new song; the feeling never goes away, I’ve found.

© Sonya Rose

Desert Thunder

2007-12-11T16:53:00.000-08:00

"Desert Thunder" is a collaborative poem written with friends

In my life, marks the hope of much wonder.
In her presence, my heart beats of thunder.

A streak of white light, a loud crashing boom,
The strings of my heart stretch thin on the loom.

Dying in cave clutter, I meet lightning-
Her touch, overwhelmingly frightening...

Trying to focus on the canyon clay,
Wholesome creation faints from disarray.

Faith blinks in laver, wakes my sufferance.
Dust devils come quickly. Vanish. Dispense...

Cloudy glass, channels of forte-fire,
Crump from crusades, in limbo, I love her!

Her love is found by fate on arrival.
Notions encompass on my own survival.

From the depths, I must delve into my soul.
I knowingly relinquish surreal control.

When I was weak, I could never forgive.
Happiness is not forgetting to live.

Forever Yours

2007-12-11T16:42:00.000-08:00

There is a love song
that Heaven wrote.
I couldn't even recite
the words or note for note.
Only could I tell you
with my eyes-
the way you move me,
like the song of no goodbyes...

love parts

2007-12-11T08:59:00.001-08:00

eternal glow
soul, embryo
feed innocence
digesting sense
missing minds grow
daring, baring
writers wearing
red...cells capture
him holding her
running, tearing
skin, never-five-in-hand:
smell, seek, sight, stand
fire, air, water,
earth and ether...
taste, sound, fall, sand,
climb...chemistry
fantasy plea
glancing, dancing
romance, chancing
rise slowly me
...evaporate
dreaming face, fate
forgotten, dust
match, dying gust
wake conjugate
hearts sip, slide, sing
phases parting bring
happiness, pain
racing, rest, rain
love, greatest thing...

Yesterday's Run

2007-12-11T08:53:00.000-08:00

There are many torn lives in this world, whose lives are now changed forever. Perhaps, you are one or share someone else's grief, a friend, a relative who can't let go. It is no doubt life is a lifelong struggle and you can feel so easily lost, finding your place in this world.

I wrote this poem in 1991, lying on the beach sands with my sister, without a care in the world, months before my grandmother in Germany passed away, and asked me to pray for her strength. I never had a chance to give her this poem that I created especially for her, never had a chance to say goodbye.

I just wanted to send a message to the depressed or wounded (spiritually, mentally, and/or physically) to remind them about "Yesterday's Run"; sometimes, you have to be able to find some beauty in it, then, be able to say goodbye to the ugly of it in order to move forward in faith and understanding, about why things are happening or the way it 'all' turned out to be.

Be confident about what's down the road for you...

"Yesterday's Run"

Close your eyes and see...
What will set you free?
Does the wind brush your face (anymore)?
...ever so softly in a special place?-
Listening to the waves
Come closer, they all crash in lonely caves...

A vision sprung by desire...
You have walked your soul through the mire.
Try to heal your wounds from the fire.
Balance your life on the wire.

Take that chance.
Learn to dance.

Never count those years-
Move on. Fight the tears...

Lift your wings to the sky
And fly...
Towards the sun-
Farewell yesterday’s run.
Farewell...farewell...farewell...

© Sonya Rose

Angel of Justice (ángelos)

2007-12-11T08:52:00.001-08:00

What talents bring...
My ears ring
your name
and you came
through
dreams I drew.

Fragile Thoughts

2007-12-11T08:49:00.000-08:00

The dawn of truth

is found in dark corners

in deep hours.

I hear laughter

outside my window.

In my room,

I hear nothing;

but, the crushing

of my head-

a state

where I live alone.

Kingdom come

2007-12-11T08:37:00.000-08:00

Freedom

reigns
in
a
city
of
central
divinity,
growing
closer
to
the
center
of
our
existence.

The Great Healing

2007-12-11T08:36:00.000-08:00

Open your heart and share-
your love by God's decree.
Pray for the suffering everywhere.

The world in great despair
fights to be free...
Open your heart and share-

Invite strangers, foes into your care;
Green peace embrace; heroes of harmony-
Pray for the suffering everywhere.

Respond with spiritual welfare;
Here with me, heal the agony.
Open your heart and share-

Touch the center of prayer.
The world needs you, like a mystery-
Pray for the suffering everywhere.

In changing times, prepare
to march with mercy...
Open your heart and share-
Pray for the suffering everywhere.

Page of Happiness

2007-12-11T08:34:00.000-08:00

Listen to the blue bird...
He sings off the chart-
inside his cage, kingbird
of her heart.

Infallible Ideas

2007-12-11T08:33:00.000-08:00

Go unnoticed.

Pass through

a crowd.

A ghost of blue

parts to the sea

in emotion;

Dreams free

in motion,

dissolving in heat.

Noises distract-

thoughts complete.

Go and interact

in other's domain.

Flutter your ideas

through muddy grains-

a world of panaceas.

Puzzle Inside the Mind

2007-12-11T08:27:00.000-08:00

Christ from Dead Sea Scrolls

"Hold fast, my beautiful one.

Sail across the barriers of time.

Reach deep within my waters

and find me in the center-

My existence.

Do you hear the most beautiful rhyme

singing in heaven?

Come closer, little one;

Can you see me?

Can you forsee-

your

life?"

Immortal Love

2007-12-11T08:26:00.002-08:00

A universal dialect spoken through the Great Room:

An open channel of immortality linked to life's womb...

Fatalities

2007-12-11T08:26:00.001-08:00

Unopened doors,

passageways to the unknown-

unconscious, unaware,

still surviving.

Don't think about dying.

In a split second,

it could happen to you;

taking a last breath

in a race never to be won.

Dreaming with Devotion

2007-12-11T08:25:00.001-08:00

Inspired by an island of beauty,
she survives dreaming,
running fast towards the sun.
By her side is he;
two to run
a coast of dreams,
racing side by side
never ceasing. Until one
captures the other
then, the dream has died
and the gleam of time
between two eternities
passes away...
yet somehow, still
gripped at the knees.

True Beginnings

2007-12-11T08:24:00.001-08:00

Inspiring Truth
is where we began,
the founding sleuth
of woman and man.
A little glance...
and it's over now.
Placed in a trance,
I wonder how.
Reaching within...
deeper still,
glass so thin-
passing thrill
in one night,
eternally sound.
My soul in flight
is halfway bound.

Imperfect

2007-12-11T08:22:00.000-08:00

Our love is a perfect love,

one that fell from the skies.

You are all that I ever wanted.

And my soul tries

to be one

with you;

yet, never do we meet

and say I do.

Bathing in Beauty

2007-12-11T08:21:00.000-08:00

Droplets of a dream
fall by the dozen
into a basin,
a whirlpool
creating ripples,
washing upon
my feet...
I contemplate
escaping
five minutes longer...

Yes, Dearest

2007-12-11T08:19:00.000-08:00

Heaven, can you hear us?
Stop the crying.
Heaven, can you see us?
Help the dying...
Are you there-
feeling our pain?
Souls are in your care...
Our hearts contain-
a slaying, secular song.
Will you send
the strong
to descend?
We hear a warning,
trumpets on high;
coming in mourning,
we don't ask why...

A Fragrant Life

2007-12-11T08:05:00.000-08:00

A passing bell swings.

Petals of passion

fall three evenings:

common compassion,

equal encounter,

blowing battle blur.

A brilliant-cut dream

bridges suns and rays,

arms in prayer team,

unlimited days,

luminescent lights,

the sting of death rites-

Mosaics of you

...mourn the lovely view.

Crestfallen

2007-12-11T08:02:00.000-08:00

Innocent victims
found behind masks,
soaking in reality,
drinking savage rays-
burning layers
of delicate skin...
Penetrating deep
past the surface
are the souls
of infinite measure:
exploring, stirring
sacred grounds.
Hearts,
miles between,
fall into a cavity
of the lost.

Smiles from Heaven

2007-12-11T07:47:00.000-08:00

A Poetic Memoir / A Page of My Life

"Smiles from Heaven"

I sometimes lift my eyes to the setting sun.
Without paints, I create while on the run.
Every thought and every move, I find...spirit in eternal sands,
wisdom in wonderlands...
gripping my heart.
The waters allow me to start-
swimming in a current thought
deep beneath its forethought...
Beyond every wave,
every breath God gave-
reigns a silent kingdom;
a peaceful medium-
inner – unrhymed,
a complete up climb.
Oh, I close my eyes;
watch how time flies...
I see a familiar face
smiling...we’re not far from this place-
Heaven...Whatever you do-
Share your dreams with someone true...
the ones who love you...
who really love you.

a reflection of childhood days in winter...

Video Poetry Description
Reflecting on the deep, simple aspects of life while beginning my journey at New York City's riverside by the Brooklyn Bridge and continuing to walk through New York's Central Park, viewing "The Gates" (a public work of art by Christo & Jeanne Claude)...

Silent Screams

2007-12-11T07:46:00.000-08:00

Prancing in water-
like a river of lions, a marvelous Empire...
I see you burning-I'm getting hotter;
It is you who I desire...
I escape
past the night,
wrapping the moonscape-
the electric light
around my curving body.
Dominate my eyes, spent skin-
breath...you're somebody
...Where have you been?
those pills by your pillow...
At the very portal of this dream.
...it's not your peccadillo;
Drink the serene, cherished stream-
a stairway of waves into oblivion.
Quiet...the stars begin to ride...
Larger than the soul of the sun,
you and I inhale-exhale passion, open-eyed.

The Keeper of the Mind

2007-12-11T07:44:00.000-08:00

Record all the thoughts: Solomon’s seal...I’m thinking...
Let me rethink-the treasure in Maurice Maeterlinck.
The bleeps of the real: blinking, winking, sinking, linking...
A fantasy: blink, wink, sink...link-
The sick thought in my mind-the meaning of proximo...
They’re hoping to find love shine.
The rocket flare-through Windows come Prospero.
They’re trained Brother, in-much esteem, watch...
Suffering, turmoil-the economy set-up wires-
Pain-lies-marry the right people, match, attach, mismatch...
A quarter in heaven-are singing for you, choirs.
I, self, am greater than the organized mind, the Nation...
I am love; I am model-I know right from wrong.
I’m digging; I’m into helping as much as creation.
I felt a principal, bionic zero-hers, a belly-drop, so long...
26 year old-moving, oh, Sarah-her mother relies on me.
Cares deeply; something how The Three are developed funny.
So dramatic-I’m suffering partly with one, the peace treaty.
Helpless, my hurt, my heart-open more spam, money.
Indignant, try not to follow-they’re safe keeping-the sick.
Honor, men and women...I’m about meltdown, nuclear fission.
What I’m designed to do-they’re starving, anemic.
Yes; they’re worse. It was because of him, their mission.
Aboard....I’m on the verge...I’m losing...I’m ultramarine.
Going down-the button is there, a borrowed attack.
Impromptu reading-I hope we do well to design-
Hearsay the bubble-seal it up into the drawing; Back
The human lesure, the potential aircraft, the lepers’ wages-
Still strong with sickle cell anemia-serves...
Having anatomy recorded for-recalling of the ages.
Real exclusive...K-institutes-the thing I’m hearing...curves;
I’m several hundreds of Intrepids’...stuck around-
Sisters and brothers all alike-the lost, the found, the glory bound...

Eternal Sleep

2007-12-11T07:43:00.000-08:00

She killed herself for love, its final touch;
Perhaps, she loved the wrong man way too much.
Like Cleopatra to Julius Caesar,
She’ll never be with him spite folie à deux.
He couldn’t tell heaven from hell-
Those blue skies from pain casting a spell...
The final chapter drove her insane.
His soul was not touched, blinded by vain.
By his lips-by her dreams, lying on grass-
I recall looking though some glass.
Oh, the story how she lost her head...
The Queen, sweet dreamer; her life unread by my bed...
I remember her name, just not from books;
She holds the heart of the lonely, angels and crooks.
So softly, she sings for them a Winter's Love Song;
But, what went wrong all nightlong, summerlong, lifelong...?
Could he never see the women who admired him so...
For Beauty sake, why didn't he just say "Hello..."?

Ghost Flames

2007-12-11T07:42:00.000-08:00

A paintbrush, a tube of blue-to keep
From the inner depths, where secrets weep...

Love moved inside an artist’s heart one night.
By his bedside hangs a woman bathed in starlight-

...so many paintings where past and future meet.
How lovely her presence, still walks down Meeting Street.

Colors of a dream illuminate on his fingertips;
As he touched her softly, kissing her lips...

In painting the face of the deep,
He can only embrace her sadly in his sleep.

Clockworks

2007-12-11T07:40:00.000-08:00

Green eyes, looking, create
Magic floating...why wait?
Open you eyes and see
A face holding a key
Unlock the unknown, fate

My spirit is flying
Above one time trying
To save light for midnight

In a room losing sight
Parting passion, dying

Kiss the lips, earth and sea.
Dance one last time for me
A sweet dream faraway
Draws closer, night and day
One vision: Living free

The Grapes of Italy

2007-12-11T07:37:00.000-08:00

On a bed of grapes, we made wine.
You were my one true love, so fine-divine.
In my vinyard, grew your soul.
Squeezed from grapes-you'll
get drunk by plump, juicy lips,
again-taking two trips
of the tongue.
My bells rung
all night long
Once-we belong
together.
Whether,
we will stay
with another or stray...
Know this-
Your love was bliss.

© Sonya Rose

Under the Sun

2007-12-11T07:36:00.001-08:00

From the start of my life
Flows the sound
Rising and falling around
Feelings of ecstasy and strife
Moving into the afterlife
On the very first note
My song already wrote
Is bound
For beautiful emotion
My soul scales
Along poetry of motion
With eternal sails
Under no end
Love plays the song I send...

Seized by Forests

2007-12-11T07:34:00.000-08:00

I’m playing darts to the sound of crickets

In a wilderness of dark faces, unfamiliar places;

I sink into midnight, urban thickets-

The storm has ceased. The moon paces...

Shoots with a bow candlesticks

Into my heart, a stranger sits with wicks. Besides-

His handful of burning matchsticks...

He waits for someone. He is patient. He hides.

To the right, another woman stands

Holding the wind, she is silent.

Sings only for a moment in distant lands

Between the present and the colors meant

For her mind; The voice behind

Her soul, dances, takes chances in

White silence, three feathers under masks, the mind

Reveal cathedrals painted in purple tin

Thrown through lots, he lets go; no heartbeat...

Melting on matchbooks, my eyes are burning bittersweet...

There are galaxies inside, shadows of fire,

Fog and crystal; Life is spreading higher...

I am seized by this angry forest, and welding it

Into the exact moment I see fit

To spell your name in candle wax made of twilight

My body is a metamorphosis in the feverish night

I kissed you only once, darker than any pleasure

You are dreaming yourself into a great measure

Of dust spinning a tale of our hunger; the superhighway's

Threading gold and reveals beings who glow in the Milky Way...

The all seeing-eye trees and the transparent fruits spark

Into breath, into streams of art, beneath the buried bark, the dark.

I will survive pulling stars out of the earth that rise

Upward through your face, your obscure race, reflecting eternal ties.

The Illusionist

2007-12-11T07:30:00.000-08:00

Dear one to light or dark,
A card shark,
Living in a place of sorrow
A conjuror of wealth to borrow
Start building your ark.

A tragic loss, happiness-
A rare gift to suppress...
Unaware fully of his powers
A virtuoso commands troops, stacks of towers
Deceiver of a nation’s success

Entertaining the world by his tricks;
A rich society enters a wizard into politics.
No other has ever accomplished his feats.
This expert rates his acts a highest six.

Touching, feeling-victims' are frozen,
Reading minds, except God's chosen-
They are the most challenged.
The souls' mission written in Stonehenge;
Connects to the genius "UN-frozen"...

A wonder worker aware of his powers...
No longer frightened of past hours;
Facing the reality of his existence,
A miracle worker will come at our expense.
In economic crisis, a warlock devours.

The expert, the link of illusion-
Stand and be wise, solve the confusion.
Do not be fooled by an enchanter who walks.
Through revelation as the savior, he talks.
Listen. Come to some conclusion...

Mister and Me

2007-12-11T07:29:00.001-08:00

Unable to unlock potential secrets, I’m not God.
Codes which are real -- frightening, feeling odd...
Friends have turned to Intelligence, tease-
For code-busting expertise
How many years on the run...
His hideaway was simple, not fun.
Once he lived in extravagance, what I live for-
Cinematic lore
Where is the cash, the jewels...?
My imagination of the Mister, all-powerful of souls...
In a sense, nothing did match his feelings...
He was involved in sinister dealings;
Hang Low, Mister, they’re going on a manhunt, again...
One of the biggest ever...I don’t know exactly when...
See we share one thing alike....
He and I love to write, type notes of the human psyche.
Tear them up into tiny, tightly wraps-
Resembling a joint perhaps...
He communicated once with lieutenants, golden rods.
I communicated alone, read up on Philosophers’ gods...
Placed their names in books and gave The Greats-
Away to Book Trades all over the United States...
Men and women have read my notes and fallen into my lure.
I’ll never know who they are; we both are mysteries on tour.
Many figures have been arrested and I don’t know-
Who really is now our foe-?
All I know is that in a dream I am told-
To not tell anyone -- things...I hold...behold
A father whose son works at a technology firm...
Tells me there is a hidden source of f...a character, a term...
And, I am enticed by a worn copy, its look...
Beside my bed -- rests my dream book,
And my bible of arrows, underlining’s words-
Notations of passages...oh, those black birds...
You can tell what has affected me most...
In life, cries of lies...I live now along the coast.
Oh, Mister is amused by me and the sea.
The spiritual musings of him -- buried by his favorite tree...
It’s not unusual to find several crucifixes in the home...
Of Rome
Hidden somewhere...
Over here, over there...in the square
For when the time has come-
To roam...one seems to always play dumb...hum. Hum...
For whatever may be-
Will be seeing...you might agree.
The secrets are there...
A vast network where
My mind flies through the columns at night...
Sometimes, I hear the most beautiful voice in flight...
Serenade me so; but, who?
I don’t care about business, love...I do.
Oh, one can study me all they want...
But, just like Mister, we burn the copies which haunt
Our heads...so study the mind...
Cells of codes, prison gangs -- you will find, rewind the behind.
Who is being threatened, again? My friend-
How ever far or near, around the bend...I’ll send-
Hope...I pray...we all sin.
We share something real...where you’ve been?
I see blood stained marks on Mister’s hand...
He wants me to hold...to know he’s been in this holy land.
...touched by me, so deeply religious is he.
Sees me as an angel, third generation family tree-
Descendant to a saint
...and all I can do is paint
The image that God is with him
In his last hour, the poetic scriptures he wrote on a whim
Spelled keys, thousands of them to open doors...
He gave me one -- f...which links to wars.
Waiting now for his return to paradise
Where he is loved...I am not one high tech device.
I write mostly off-line; I like to keep hidden like Trinity...
In my sleep, I wonder...What is this type of technology-
Not here in my homeland...I wake up the next day
And travel the F line route; it stops how many times everyday
In the past several years...the full time subway...hangs low
...the subway transfer key, say it isn’t so...coming to and fro...
Once again dreaming...was falling asleep on my handbag.
I am walking on a deserted street in peace, the multi-colored flag...
Many of my friends have opposed this war in Iraq.
I don’t know about kidnappings only of the bald man I vision...fallback-
Militant, communist, I can’t tell for sure; but, he does not harm me.
Has no reason to...we both share -- unfortunately...
This social, economic, and political crisis together...
The entire nation, mine and his is traumatized altogether.
I hear there is a revolution to come, prophets say...
Yet, I am sleeping by my books in my library wordplay...
I cry for the Pope...the letters he writes...things he sends...
How many more tragic ends...?
I cannot let my eyes and heart of my imagination show...
The subway doors open, into the streets I go...

© Sonya Rose

Weekend Washaway

2007-12-11T07:27:00.000-08:00

What are you talking about? f words-
The girl next door was enjoying her stay.
Lighting strikes, states ask in silver birds.
Another number wakes up in battle’s bay.
...This is the worst things will get-
No such thing; a girl so bright...
Blue stars, her eyes you’ve met-
While in fantasy, fiftieth flight...
Families can’t act out in court.
Without happy moments...peasants-
Jury was absent, enemies’ barcode the fort.
Safety came and went, letters sent
..Filters, stripes on your forehead
Dreaming this entire stage...
...we read in red-
The struggles in the cage of rage;
Time grows, knows, eventually goes...
Justice will be served one day.
A quiet beauty – knows-
Mourns last night, Monday...

The Master Plan

2007-12-11T07:26:00.000-08:00

In a dream,
I saw a man I knew;
In a dark stream,
he smiles through-
Me,
dreaming into the airflow;
He,
I know-
The most beautiful man
flies above my head with a plan...

Rock Parade

2007-12-11T07:24:00.000-08:00

I saw him beating her
On the church steps, an idolater
Not guilty by reasons of insanity
Undergoing questioning of proclivity;
Cameras inside our minds
Stereos living in mankind...
Searching for a little comfort,
I was led to the Divine, hurt yet alert
Told not to join the Revolution of Lost Minds
Artificial Intelligence march with mankind
To the trumpets of another death
A baby's breath...

Wells of Salvation

2007-12-11T07:22:00.000-08:00

A place in my heart is kept from the reality of the world.
Never troubled or afraid, love is hurled -
Into the air of loneliness, circles of eight:
Eternity floats ashore and makes a date.
A beautiful sight - angels in flight,
...way above acts in the night-
Look around you;
Look for a clue
In creation-
Salvation.

Red to Wear

2007-12-11T07:21:00.000-08:00

Dogs from last year’s logs, sources-
All beagled, so blind - humankind
Marked the monologues, reinforces
The Creator, force of the mint mind
Hear the vexed voice, the choice...
Simon says in a world beyond
Threads of choice...
Respond, wave your wicked wand
Body into bliss, jam out someplace
Embrace vibes in you – your unity
The tacked space – This rusted race

The Threat

2007-12-11T07:20:00.001-08:00

Hours pass
She walks on
Glass
A myrmidon
In her choice,
...screams!
Some voice
Pretty bad dreams

time

2007-12-11T07:19:00.001-08:00

rain in shells

sinking through a space in sand,

lying in darkness

Phantom's Smile

2007-12-11T07:17:00.000-08:00

See a young face die...

disappearing sky.

The last precious day...

smiling faraway.

Heaven's breath draws nigh.

Rain upstream, stays dry;

drown in love's goodbye.

Dream soul, heart's heyday.

See a young face die...

rising river, fly!!!

Parting lullaby,

sleeping, so long, sway~

Must my hair turn someday gray?

See a young face die...

True Beginnings

2007-12-11T07:14:00.000-08:00

Inspiring Truth
is where we began,
the founding sleuth
of woman and man.
A little glance...
and it's over now.
Placed in a trance,
I wonder how.
Reaching within...
deeper still
glass so thin~
passing thrill
in one night,
eternally sound.
My soul in flight
is halfway bound.

Tree of Wisdom

2007-12-11T07:13:00.000-08:00

In the silence of this room,
I hear the echo of birth...
thunder and lightening of earth;
A mighty tree mounts in womb.

To the depths of his roots...
to the face of his bark...
touch his bare branches; Mark~
signs of life bear good fruits.

The shape of inner being:
the roots, trunk, branches, and leaves~
a world of Adam and Eves...
Are we capable of seeing?

Unaware, immortal tree,
wise in numbers...breathe fresh air~
Chopping down life, results bear...
Common rebirth, think...Trustee.

Tall and well-spaced harmony~
maturing, mistletoe of the Oak...
Out of a dream, my senses awoke
with an understanding kiss from thee.

Mortal Marriage

2007-12-11T06:49:00.000-08:00

Follow me and close your eyes.
Read the writings in your heart.
Go the way. Thy tread testifies.
Whichever route you chart,
whatever your hands find to do,
you will prosper.
Faith is walking through
a messenger:
Your heart in youth~
Wisdom is your name.
Speak with tongues of truth:
An innocent child's acclaim,
The world will someday purge in fire.
Change. Inspire.

The Rock

2007-12-11T06:48:00.000-08:00

I will follow the Man
who made the stars in one night.
He paves my path
from the break of light.

In the evening and morning,
He parts the sea~
So I may walk on dry land...
grow His living tree.

For every season,
there are signs to mark;
To count the years~
count the bark.

Travel in the sky and sea.
Keep on multiplying...
Unravel the mystery
of life never dying.

See Kingdoms
move before me~
on hand
and knee.

Follow the gold road
among the flock.
Forever leaning
upon the Rock~

Beautiful Swinger

2007-12-11T06:47:00.000-08:00

Dance for me
Move your spirit~
towards the light so I can see:
A person of art, indefinite.
Taking flight,
past a dimension into song...
discover a heavenly sight.
No sense of time among
God. Take my hand.
I will show you
how much I understand.
You are always true,
dancing in my heart.
Shine, beautiful one,
you have been given a start.
Silent steps in the sun...
tip-toe across space
into endless serenity.
From an eternal race,
magic sweeps into creativity.
Energy beyond
time,
wavelengths correspond
with the most beautiful rhyme.
Keep listening
to the high and low notes;
Each balance as you swing.
Your beauty floats.

© Sonya Rose

Timeless Kiss

2007-12-11T06:46:00.000-08:00

Naked souls dance.

One bleeding heart

unspoken. Chance.

Loving apart

the sound of time

overlapping.

Dream empty rhyme.

Heaven's napping.

Stars, starving space,

step in sinc. Find

a saving place...

Fate. Two unwind,

soulmate to miss...

spoken, timeless kiss.

I am

2007-12-11T06:43:00.000-08:00

I came in summer
to see some friends
I left my home
with no amends
My green eyes roam
through people and
places...Stop~
laughing and crying

My emotions run
lying, dying...
Who’s the empty sun?

A black hole chain
and I’m on top
far from insane

I hear a distant drummer
beating his heart in hand
Listen to slamming sound
rocking over his land
My music is bound
to a better world
Time, here I am

I came late in summer
just to break those chains
that link to nothing
No more tracks, so stop the trains
through my brain...Stop this thing
Oh, please...these eyes
come closer
Stop me now.

My emotions run
lying...dying
I’m the empty sun

A black hole chain
Once again, I’m on top
I can’t refrain
from a better world

I came in summer
just to flee from attack
who wants me more?
Will I ever go back
to a life of horror?
Hit pause, not run

Yeah, here I am
In summertime

A black hole chain
he’s lying, dying
A black hole chain
my song, now silent...
Happy in a better world

A black hole chain
I smile in silence
A black hole chain
and looks like
Rain
in a better world
a storm in silence
I’m in this better world~

I met you in a ring
one crowded night
I heard thundering
no storm in sight

Your eyes I wonder...
slowly talk with you
See my soul is true
Now, so many days...
Time, here I am
So, smile at me
Here I am

There you are
Now, everyday
Smiling back at me~

Smiling at me

© Sonya Rose

Letter to a Flying Queen: Sylvia Plath

2007-12-11T06:37:00.000-08:00

In Celebration of National Poetry Month: April 2007, I have written a letter to American Poet Sylvia Plath—from here to the afterlife titled “Letter to a Flying Queen”:

Letter to a Flying Queen "Sylvia Plath" by Sonya Rose

Dear Sylvia,

What does an average woman talk about? What does it say about me when I’m strangely fascinated with your life? You are the Queen in the mirror flying; tumbling down heaven’s staircase is your crown, before my feet. Are you speaking finally to God? What does he say about the war? I am on this empty road together with my brothers and sisters with heavyhearted fears. I am disturbed; I am writing our pain where dreams are realized and suddenly destroyed. The rest of my letters are in a place called “nowhere”, my mind. There were others, too, who shot the blood out of my head, ripped my heart out with their hands. There is no stopping pain. It flew once through your veins; it flows now through mine and the living world.

Oh, what is “Daddy” like? Is he God? Was he disturbed as you were once with the world the way it came to pass? Why didn’t He stop you (from taking your life ...) from writing more? Hey, did you know you won a Pulitzer Prize? Why weren’t you honored sooner while you lived? What is it like on the other side of life? Intense? Can you ever love too much without dying?

Well, I must get out of these sleeping clothes, out of my restless dreams, into the disorder of poetic order never to make sense.

Poet to Poet,
Sonya Rose

Spaces Between

2007-12-11T06:36:00.001-08:00

dreams encounter
an overlapping period
of space

dancing dandelions

2007-12-11T06:35:00.001-08:00

i walked past...

my elementary school...

traveled through a girl and boy

classmates from the start...

the boy who I kissed

in the future....

turned around........

to follow me.....................

onto the road to higher learning;

i am older now he sees........

and the day is closing...

i am ice-skating.......

spinning around so much,

almost dizzy now days,

afraid of falling...

not, the boy...

man in his thirties

watched me...

as i told him to pray

for the Super natural...

and Two..........

other Things

perhaps.....

Time and US

not really sure...

as I woke...

from a dream...

and forgot its ending...

my left wrist is hurting

this past Sunday

morning

i am told on the highway

my industrious perseverance

will carry me to my goal

and i will receive recognition

for my work well done

it is the success...

after inexplicable delays

i can’t get discouraged

or become indiscreet........

for winter will come again soon

and i will not freeze...............

next to the ice-laden trees

the white in the black

the light in a dream

Rose's Window

2007-12-11T06:29:00.000-08:00

down the escalator........

with business and love

to reach someone.....

in the old war park...

this someone..........

has no reward.....

for hard work or skill

he is there to escape.....

his problems and stress.......

we deliberately scare ourselves
so please bring—back to control....

our security level, she is a symbol........

of success in a circle ... any figure.........

of five lines, he walks with the goddess......

head underground—speaks of the forgotten

Star Wars ... i have heard under my sleep

of the five roads, provinces, paths.........

of earth, air, fire, water, spirit.............

of generosity, courtesy, chivalry....

piety, no men rode; the planes

not one man, not the someone

i am seeking … that someone

is a folk symbol, when hundreds

thousands of innocent people

are vanishing ... the all fearing...
this is a portion of life’s journey.

watching the planes without a beginning

or an end ... remain still, almost perfect

.......the council; perhaps, i will begin

striking upwards ... the phone rings

...and i answer quietly ... the man

...on the other line... says...

sit ... is not safe in the place.......

tonight…i wonder who he is meaning

to talk to … meantime, i am packing

up a computer and a fishbowl.......

....for a famous blonde’s fishes

she left Shiseido perfume

...and i was wondering

if i should take it along

for the ride; she is leaving

...with a few girls and a man

who guards her..............

but cannot be fully trusted
and they leave without me....

strange … no one to call

… i am on my own

victim in disguise…

the soon to be, slave

is leaving for the market

it’s horrible ... is she dieting?

this is how she rose to the top....

the man who calls for her to come is

secretly in love with her,..............

totally, i can see a way out…

what’s a good time to go?

right now … he says

....H.B......

you want......

out? ... you want

...to remember

my name...........

can you give me..

a minute.................

he may be all talk…

February's payback......

Deeply You

2007-12-11T06:28:00.000-08:00

i took this moment
to seek in my heart...
a million things, one dream
alone......................
drifting............
my seas are swelling
tell me...........
you dream too...
of sailing...................
in a world of me and you
every day we play
the roles...........
in a secret space....
if i come to you
tonight...........
what will you do?
will you smile...
will you hold me?
will you kiss me?.......
so much more

than my face
will ever show
please know...
it's you...............
you're what i need
i wish.......................
you knew........................

z.h.o.u.l.

2007-12-11T06:27:00.000-08:00

Running

To get BY...

don’t you want...

to be like me?

he says......

The Explorer with

Circus faces...

^civil

Came

and left

whizzing

on some...

planet............

...getting something

across the hall....
an apparition...
girls getting

thrown...

in operation

my friend

is screaming

help!......

as I...
fashionably
took this blog
for a spin...n

n..

hour

love

Beautiful Score

2007-12-11T06:26:00.000-08:00

at Gramercy state park:

hE is waiting last

minute

to tell her...

Ted...would agree

with me

on this matter

everything is coming >>

the second edition

the fourth level...

did she Have any

kids by now?...

my mInd’s eye becaMe
engaged

to a certaiN EXTent

...the eye

of sugar kane

fades into white

with a little tear~

sheet ... a twist of fate

Deep Waters

2007-12-11T06:25:00.000-08:00

I cannot explain

how the wind blows...

I only can feel.....................

touch the place where love goes.

I wonder what it would be like~

a story trapped in the sky

see the lines fall......

from heaven's high.........

These scattered messages...

can't piece together my living space.

Close your eyes....................

Do you see my face?

Smile.........

My soul

is not far...

from this place...

1 CRUSHED Doll

2007-12-11T06:20:00.000-08:00

once she realizes who she is

what she is programmed to do

there is no stopping her…

she’s extremely close

to finding out what this is all

about…

she’s programmed already...

…wait … and listen

until the after shock wears off

on the final eclipse of the moon

she put up with way too much
with him............

there’s no reward,...
no prize....

she wasted her entire thirties
on him

Six ... drop

he didn’t leave her

he lost her

he can’t be with her because

she likes to shop at the dollar...

shop with the Others

likes? … i say … i beg to differ

she struggles through life

to make the difference

i have no movers to give her

so her and i are torn and tattered

i am free … free of ignorance,

hate, and crime........

free in a sense, no big deal

big as you say it...

i am sad then, to see my friend

on the other side alone,

confused, and waiting for my call

i am getting closer…

and cannot let her see

that part of me

unfolding, into thin air

the evaporation syndakit

for the masses

i followed her
through a storm

not knowing

what to do; but, did

i travel so far…

she can hear my call, calling

hungry assets, hibernation laws

heavy burdened, out-of-control

come the vanishing stars

how heavy i have become

the things in my head

now dead

carry me
through the distance

harming no one,

harnessing the rapids

in the covers, one cover up,

camouflaged party

Verwet

2007-12-11T06:19:00.001-08:00

blame the train......

without wheels

no dust,

(no dust, no dust)

no getting home today

so you’re a loner...

with your experiences

underground..................

magnetically inclined

to a place you wish

not to go........

but you have to now

at the speed of sound...

lift away from the lies......

if you must,.....................

try to keep from dying

do not fear the dogs

they’re powerful friends

and it’s raining.

the truth

does blog

Secret Kiss

2007-12-11T06:17:00.000-08:00

notice a hero?
the hero.................

of an unusual past,.......
a child brought up

in isolation
can he prove

himself
as a dad...

through

some sign
...in the stars?

he is afraid
and in danger
he is suffering...
harm....................
he is called...
to follow
his quest...
where

our paths

will...
or

have

crossed...
he did not

choose.........
the adventure,
it chose him...
so he seeks
something
or someone
who has been
lost...or stolen
perhaps it is me
and the ring...
he refuses
to surrender
this hero's way
is not clear to him...
he is taking a detour
to solve the riddle
of us.................
he is filled...
with dangers,
lonliness,...........
and temptation
women
far away...
he goes
seeks

information
his guide

can only help
to a certain point
then the guide
is gone
he suffers.
wounded-
to his
descent
he dreads
waking ...
physical
emotional
hell...
his death
is a rebirth
maturity...
changes him
in a such a way
achievement
of the goal
that's tangible
is spiritual...
growth is more
important
than anything....
one night, we met
while i was sleeping...
he asked for my protection,
guidance, and knowledge...
so, i gave him all of me,
a secret kiss-
my life...

The West Galley

2007-12-11T06:16:00.000-08:00

An unknown artist

sinks into space, plays

with a futurist...

sultry, dusty days.

Sailing with a gas stick,

fragrant firestone,

air arithmetic,

he dreams the unknown.

Waiting for the call...

float and water etch-

information wall,

the artist would sketch-

Image: vessel craft

pulsating in sky,

...to display a draft,

naked human eye.

One final earth breath,

the work done at best.

Secrets: Warship death

lost in solar quest.

a threat

2007-12-11T06:14:00.002-08:00

from the east,...
the sixth project is riSING
she cannoT lead us
tO the tRuth
...to bEAuty
her PerfecT ideals...

she needs enligHtEned
hides under covers
loSE-calls, CommiTted
message abOaRd
message One,

he gave her
nothing
no Fancy cars
heaTed mEssages
triviaL...
insubstantial
she has an uncanny
ability to rEad
MINDS
how

...

does

...

she coMe-
Up with that...
i STarted
to ask mysElf

what is The...

i am tired if...

Doesn’t It work

maybe,...

E’s relaying to uS
twelve Or so

beginningS...
over
Again

we are

sTumped
Under pressure
pretty sTrong

emotions

over time...
A vessel
academy

He was clearly
hitting on her
she doesn’t...

make this Up
he’s out to get

something
he NeeDs...
think thE otheR

should know this,
he says,
because

she’s a friendly
kind of character
he’s right...
and I already know...
call me the third eye
something
called the spirit

this takes over;

i could bloG
all day
with visions
don’t want to...
the woRld is callOUs
T-boNe...
it shapes you

into thinking
you’re nothing...

i Don’t...

like what i am

hearing
anymore....
the commitment
to stay on top
of things-
like

your existenCe
doeSn’t matter at all

I cannot fight
anymore
the wind
it’s so Strong

at Times
i cannot move
embRaced by the cOld
and wet currents, tuNnels of
trails and tribulations
i hope help is on the way
soon...

this is a breakfast-
club kind of feel...
G

Dreams of a Child

2007-12-11T06:14:00.001-08:00

A serpentine fire stole from the skies-
rubies and gold, an awaited sunrise.
I watched you slowly fall from the sun.
My spirit is rising—We meet one on one.
Your eyes are blackholes in my memoir,
spinning round and round an ancient star.
Somewhere in the night, past the midnight hour,
you chased my soul, a panther of black power.
I was caught in your trap, down a one-way street.
Face to face, you and I finally meet.
...So, you watch me as the guardian gates open-
through your darkness into a dream phenomenon...

Piano Strings

2007-12-11T06:13:00.001-08:00

When
the lines
fall
from
our minds,
we drift
inward
into
the lands
we explored
as children.

Sweetest Surrender

2007-12-11T06:11:00.000-08:00

Immaterial what I say...

Talents shall pass away~

A force comes my way

and tells Love to stay...

Color of Love

2007-12-11T06:10:00.000-08:00

A singer explodes

into an icon

of beautiful harmony.

Listen

to the wonder

of her powers

gripped to the soul

of Epiphany.

The Journey

2007-12-11T06:08:00.002-08:00

I looked into the skies tonight.

I see your face just shining bright.

I'll keep you near and hold you tight

and live with your love for one more night.

The thoughts in my head, I will cherish forever.

My love for you would change not ever.

I would love to be a dove just flying free~

for the world, I'd have all to see.

To be the one just flying high,

across the long and lonesome sky,

would slowly bring a teardrop to my eye.

To see you grin, to see you smile...

for you, I'd walk the earth's endless mile.

All the journey through life, they will come to an end,

and all my love for you, they'll send...

Age of Flight

2007-12-11T06:08:00.001-08:00

Spinning through this age,

the world turns into the forgotten.

Every story can have a second page.

A new dimension of rage-

rides through a curve;

Visionaries who serve

find everything

backwards in a dark opening...

Where have you been...?

Going in a tailspin-

Souls in the Book of Light,

Help us, someone, in this flight...

Heart's Abyss

2007-12-11T06:05:00.000-08:00

The sun pours with honey,

spread on a bed of rays.

Nature is moved before me

in God's guided ways.

Let's swim in the moon's sea;

slide through the Milky Way...

Our hearts of a brilliant hue

lead yet another risky pursue.

Out of my soul ... a spring...

My spirit knows

commitment, a covenant ring-

hides where wind forever blows.

Cover me in an eternal stream...

Hold my exploring eyes.

I feel your heart burning

in scarlet skies turning.

You speak of an awaited sunrise,

the language of my heart,

way above the earth, rhapsodize;

I sense your soul, my counterpart.

Never is there a love that dies,

a playful gift from the start...

I see our bodies drop to the ground-

Sing for me ... an amazing sound.

The Violinist

2007-12-11T06:04:00.000-08:00

I watch the ocean at night.

His eyes are glassy in the twilight.

Long ago, he cried and cried.

Not long ago, he slowly died.

His wings spread over the earth.

I set sail on the day of my birth.

...move with time, back and forth.

Somewhere in him points north

on my voyage...

His arms hold me in a mirage,

and then, release the strength;

I am weak in local length.

Traffic Light

2007-12-11T06:03:00.000-08:00

A broken camera—my dad straps around my neck.

A neighbor—Joe arrives, stealing joy by the door.

That afternoon I run to the playground. Frankie! Rain.

Friends come with peanuts. Cake, candles, 3 wishes:

A puppy, a bicycle, money ... bubble gum lips-

what truth beholds in the mind, red wagon of a child.

Joe brings a Daschund, smiles ... sorry, Sonya child.

At dinner, I drop under the table: turkey neck.

The very last smile ... leaves for home—God kisses Joe's lips.

No longer does our friend come with stories by our door.

Racing down the road—a yellow bike, 8 wishes:

I fly over my handlebars ... bright blood on rocks. Rain.

Waking in the night, I tip-toe to mom and dad. Rain.

The devil chases my soul on cobble-stone. Run child.

Sleeping in the night, girls laugh, friends dream 13 wishes:

Throwing my body on an ant hill, boy bites my neck.

Where should I hide? Escaping up ten steps, Oma's door.

One woman's passion for youth playing, breathes from her lips...

Kissing for hours behind the barn, opening lips.

I try to outrun the storm, painting silhouettes. Rain.

Acrylics, oils, pencils, all colors swirl through a door.

My family across the ocean calls, sees no child.

Paths taken, travel one-way, spirits around my neck.

Five foot nine, growing in a lady, 20 wishes:

Puddles in the sand, deep ocean, 24 wishes:

Beautiful melody humming, more kisses on my lips.

Bodies in tune: Hands, fingers, soft-skin face, nose, mouth, neck.

Inhaling, exhaling, heat inside a room. Rest. Rain.

Escaping flames in the city, poetic child.

Noises distract my thoughts—incomplete. Come to my door.

Fleeing into the desert, I lock another door.

Sleep mother, my earth is barren, 28 wishes:

Come to my world—run beyond the stars. How lovely, child.

My heart knows only this song: Foreign, familiar lips.

Heart of innocense waits, 3 wishes in painting Rain.

Wishing years of green, red, yellow: Light around my neck.

The turns of bands, the function of time—touch dusty lips.

While waiting in the limits of the day, frame the Rain.

The last actual analysis: a soft line on my neck.

mass

2007-12-11T06:02:00.000-08:00

fate

vision

triumvirate

arisen

rivers meet

roads cross

religions greet

rains emboss

world of fire

wheel of power

will of desire

welcome, this hour

Mother Scorpion

2007-12-11T06:01:00.000-08:00

she can’t afford to play politics

exactly...

hmm ... who can afford to play

politics i say to that man

behind my back...

that’s why we are not
considered...

equal,

nobody understands…

quite yet

makes sense later...

how much longer

will she wait, the man says

it’s been about two years

he continues…

hmm … i am sorry for her,

this used woman

that year

holds a rope

with a noose...
money falling

out of her pockets

for the contest

of her lover
she goes behind...

the bleachers and starts

to march up the stairs

in the middle

of four
other platforms

with four other woman

who are waiting

on the diving boards

the dirt of loving death
...because i was there in her shoes
when there was only one woman,
loving the game player

who she has gone back

to what will be known

as heartache seven

written in the sand…

i am writing in his black

book, the damage

he is causing…

i have left New York

and it has brought
me
here...

to this higher plane

of existence

where my skin
is shedding

from the sun…
i can finally see...

the reality of the situation

below the mark on the breast

from the bite of the fifth

girl stepping up
to the platform...

has faded

across from me

in this private place

is another past love

who rose as well….

much further away
we are from him

who we love

no longer…

we’ve grown

in our senses...

to make our circle

complete

the man who made

US scream…

is vanishing

so, i will stay here

and never go back

or look back

to the moment

i had parted the room

women in waves

were swept away

by one smile...

beauty

just one look

and he knew

i was the one

and the one

he did not
count

on leaving
in the dust

of his very own

hanging by these five

women in the hour

burning
my old skin is raining

on him...

i am glowing

as all he can say

is “he says, she says”

what is this crap?

the she is a brain…
C.R. tells me my vision
or others do not matter
anymore...
a final God Bless
sad to let this happen

Previsions, along

2007-12-11T05:59:00.001-08:00

a woman depressed

born in the 1920’s

outlived her daughter

and took the funeral

hard...

her friend

in the distance, Anne

loves Theater as well

and wonders…

if this striking gifted girl

who reminds the depressed

woman of her daughter

who died…

will be noticed

in her nightclothes…

this gifted girl walks

to her mailbox today,

nothing of importance

is ever in the box

she will have to smash

it and rebuild new

for in her boyfriend’s box

there are 6 letters,

lots of mail…

she had spoke through

my dream tonight

this woman and i was led

to a wonderful surprise

i asked her please

give it to me...

afraid of me now

what will i do?

he’s talking about me now…

i’m on “Previsions”…

c-X

2007-12-11T05:58:00.000-08:00

i cancelled to go to the club

two were taking showers

ready to meet

i could not

now, he is being watched

if he’s driving right

he placed the girls

in the rest

of my shoes

beige tweed pumps

...that weekend on the beach

i saw old weapons and went out

the door, immediately past his

rubber boots

dress conservatively, look

at the mirror, see a business suit

so he’s new, parallel...

to the fashion industry

shoes … gold mine information

in Rome..

he spoke English

“how did we get that power?”

a presidential pre-season

when pity should grow up to

be a shame…

“i have been really sentenced

to the world around

Abraham.”, he says-

the bruises on his left cheek

could not be ignored as she

shaved his facial hair

he wore a head

piece

resembling someone

from Palestine

i watched from a distance

as an interview was set-up-

keeping a close-eye if the ball

is thrown at me...

have to get used to handling

the ball, step up to the offensive

side, speak one day

young, inexperienced, talented

positively slow, and they continue

to grow...

the enemy ... he

is in our Atlanta

the Prime Minister said

he can’t anymore….

a land of activities

lost half the battle already

here of six

Free Indeed

2007-12-11T05:57:00.000-08:00

Perfection is found
in the deep...
Moving across sound,
the Ruler, too, can’t sleep.
Walks on clouds.
This vision of rings
faces the crowds,
offer openings.

Orbiting the sun...
and no where to run.

© Sonya Rose

Witness

2007-12-11T05:56:00.000-08:00

Heaven wraps around
a fiery ball on a cane,
held by a ghost so round;
Who created the stars,
moon, and sun...
who we are...
what we feel...
Who is not far.
The heart is real,
holding a city...
where innocence can stay,
addresses the committee
through a bright doorway.
Warnings of gifts into rust,
a world of plentiful gold,
a body of dust...
to rip a bionic blindfold
before a masterful facade~
Have you ever seen the face of God?

© Sonya Rose

Homeland

2007-12-11T05:55:00.000-08:00

Life is clockworks...
time travels in mysterious ways:
the hours are minutes-
and months, days.
In this world
miles from home
with no one to watch over me...
I am not alone.
If I could wish
on every tree I see...
I wish my wings were clipped
and for a moment, not set free;
then, I could make my footprints
in wet sand ... and able to call
this place ... home, my land.

The Touch of Love

2007-12-11T05:54:00.000-08:00

Sometimes,

a person's touch

tells so much.

As to hold,

to speak

inside,

and soon,

all fear

subsides.

Her Face

2007-12-11T05:53:00.000-08:00

She awoke in silence.

All she could hear

was the sound of his heart

beat a night before last.

Everyday to her

is a dream.

Everyday is he.

He is everywhere

she goes...

even to the darkest corners,

he sits...

waiting, watching, wondering

where she goes;

Day after day,

night after night,

the chase is ending.

Cupid is bleeding.

Hearts are fading-

under Love's arrow,

a dark flame in the psyche.

Blue Morning

2007-12-11T05:52:00.000-08:00

Waiting for the sun...

while dreaming of the one.

Paradise will wait

your visit with fate.

Opening the mind,

take a key to find

a heart beating with your

heart—"for richer or poorer".

The Sleeping Artist

2007-12-11T05:51:00.000-08:00

God paints our lives with his mind,

sculpts—with his body,

composes—with his soul,

choreographs our entire journey with his spirit...

the increasing height of immortality

is sleeping

Bride of the Sea: Part II

2007-12-11T05:43:00.000-08:00

His suffering never escaped seaside.
"Bring her back!" Only the tide
embraced a vision to shore.
Her soul locked outside Heaven's door.
Reflecting ... only to fall down.
Commandments break ground.
Funeral by dawn seem to last for years.
The traces of her love, buried in his fears.
Afraid to leave the sea of their wedding song.
The echo of her death humming mortal wrong.
The sequence of sin, the friction of souls-
The pain in his heart tolls.
“Forgive me, Father, for this night.”
An angel in anguish kissed his lips, a sad sight.

© Sonya Rose

12 Calls

2007-12-11T05:42:00.000-08:00

12 rings-
I heard in the wall
one night.
The faucet dripped
in a coffee cup,
filling to the top.
My can of coke
fizzed near my ear.
The clocks are ticking together
in between 12 ways
to find the time:
4 in the kitchen,
1 in the wall,
2 in the living room-
in the bedrooms.
3 are missing:
1 shattered in a car crash,
1 died on a wrist,
and 1 remains in the sky-
a dozen ways
to slowly die.
Close your eyes.
Listen to the sounds:
tick ... tick ... tick... .
drip ... drip ... drip...
shh ... shh ... shh...
bang ... bang ... bang...

© Sonya Rose

12:49 Blues

2007-12-11T05:39:00.000-08:00

The alarm never rang;

the clock in the wall sang.

Now, I lay me down
to the police sirens sound
off the streets—in my head.
Now, I lay me down to bed.
12:52~
The Bed Time Blues
is rocking you.
Bye-bye Baby Blue...
Will you wake up
with your make-up?
Tomorrow is coming.
The night is drumming,
1:01 in the night.
Who turned on the light?

© Sonya Rose