Dreams are falling fast
To meet the ground
And shatter

Unseen pieces of wisdom
Showering down
Upon the
Unsuspecting mind

Enlightenment,
Dawns upon
The deadest of nights
Light gifted to the
Blind

Inspiration to paint
The self
To capture the beauty
That we hope
Exists within our eyes

We

Sparkle knowingly
And hold our hearts to our movement,
In the brush strokes
That carefully, we execute

Putting a mood in colors,
For the angry reddish black will
Be her nightmare
And the lilac will be the mother who
Holds her

Paint streaked across our faces,
We Are
the “Indian” warrior,
the Amazonian princess
Fighting to release the
Prisoners within ourselves,
The pieces of soul that haven’t yet seen light
We Are.
We Are!

Let us show you
The self-portraits
That confirm us
And make our pain
Real

Let us show you
The love
And the hurt
And evil within us
Our portraits
Will show you

That immortality exists
And that we are the chosen.
Our thoughts preserved
Our faces remembered

This song is for the poets

Misty, I would like to pin this poem to the top of the Poetry Board here for all to read, and to keep it there always.

I am so happy you are here, and so grateful to you for this poem.

Love to you and to all our fellow poets here,

+Stevie

Thank you Steven once again. This poem goes to all the poets in here from my heart to their heart.

misty..

Dear misty
SHREE Steve is right IN placING it on the top
you really and truly deserve the HONOUR
WITH BEST WISHES
SUPANI

dear misty
i addition to keeping it in my heart can you accord permission to me to translate into an indian language
kindly think over
supani

you can supani..
misty..

ONE HEART BEATS

One heart beats for all to hear.
As one we shed a single tear.
For pain we share as well as joy,
Each gift wrapped, a Christmas toy.

Words dispersed among the clan
Peace on earth, good will to man.
Verbal plays with providence
Wisdom pays with our good cents.

Spending time and spending days
Working through this twisted maze.
The separate lives that each we lead
Become as one if we should bleed.

Collective souls who feel the beat
Of one true heart without retreat
Vibrant force to draw us near
Calling us to commune here.

A family of scattered thoughts
Punctuating ink stained blots.
Connected by the thoughts we share
Directed by the hearts we bare.

Witness to what we create
This open door is heaven’s gate.
Lifting us to skies above,
To share this greatest gift of love.

RMB, OD 12/19/2005

Ah, and for you, An exceptional write, to say the least.

That was... unexpected... different... interesting and intreaguing... well done, all in all

a different style write - and that is a good thing

misty...

Sorry Misty, I failed to mention how superb "A Song For The Poets" is. I think you might have gathered how I felt since I was inspired to write a reply. For future reference, anytime I respond to one of yours with one of mine, that means I liked it! I look forward to your next as always. Merry Christmas.

Rodger

Merry Christmas to you, too and to all the poets on Brainmeta which made it my secound home... May all your wishs come true and a peaceful upcoming year. God bless all of us..
misty..

I wish you'd come back to us dear Misty. I haven't seen you or your poetry around for ages and I'm missing it.

I agree, where did you go off to? We'd like to see more of your fine skills