Thursday, May 19, 2011

Crossposted FCN Take a good Look at My Face~ For my Freind Nani~

 Dream DragonZ Fly
You sit beside me,
 In a frame,

And I dare to look,
Over my shoulder,

For my angel,
My 'Sistah Friend'

Who in Life and Death,
I could depend,

Knowing what we once shared,
How we spent our days,

Bearing the deepest of pains ,
Grief and heart aches

The Road Map to Truth,
  Now between your picture frame,

Just before you saw that flash,
You dabbed makeup,

Running for cover,
 You held you breath  tight,

A faithful Warier~preparing always,
Nostrils flaring,

Your eyes, focused 'dead on'  stare.
No need fear of glare, you always had flair,

No medication could dim you or the pain,
  Continued to buff and whiten your teeth,

You applied the eye liner , gloss and shadows
Knowing your skin refused to blush,

I knew in Photo Shop you did trust,
I knew you would choose 'Black and white'
 
For your memory "Nostalgia"
In the end my freind,

On color you did not depend,
Your face with genuine truth is bright,
Though your stare from a frame with four sides,
No box could contain you~ Your heart always will I find!


You always said "Life was a Journey"
Thank you for inviting and sharing, 
~  The Truth of You~
Night or Day Nani Dream DragonZ Fly
Your Wings I feel Flutter nearby.
 
(written for my freind Nani Satterlee RIP December29,2010)
©Mosaic Poetry,MtMJA, AStrid with Tiea& Jade

~Ancient Voices Trailing~ written for FCN challenge

~ Ancient Voices Trailing~



Thought I heard you in the mist,
The other day~
At first sound you seemed far away,
In hushed tones~
You crept, thinking I was sleeping,
But dreams were not meant to keep me,
Long gone~
Was the silence of night,
Caught in the wake I found my place,
Just before~
Daylight, my attention you had.
Lying still~
I heard your fog horn warning,
Rehearsing~
Breathing in Mourning with Morning,
Testing course's of the day~
Your hesitation~
At Dawn always worth the wait,
With a skipped flutter~
Backfiring in the utter of your heart,
Comforted I was,
In the rusted~
Familiar sounds of your shake,
You always stutter before you quake,
Loosening~
Tongue tied emotions setting to sail your ship,
Entering~
This Rivers Mouth ~
I love the echo you leave ,
Your voice moving my lips.
Riding the waves, leaving ripples of
Ancient voices trailing...

♥2011,Mosaic Poetry.MtMJA,AStrid♥

(Written for Http://www.flexwriterscreativenetwork.net"Sunday Creative Minds Group
Originally for May 15th Maria;s Birthday as a gift to her from me.  the The Topic inspiration by Tarringo T Vaughen Founder of (FCN )Flexwriters Creative Network  who gave a challenge finding the voice within
crossposted here for  VOICE group)
http://www.flexwriterscreativenetwork.net/forum/topic/322/page/1

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Hard Hearts Sleep


 No Surprises
Don't ya know I've been here before?
I saw this all in a dream I wished I could wake from,
Warned me this day would come.

 I felt the crash, a stone heart refusing to beat
You can pound all ya want if it makes ya feel better,
Wish if you must with each quick mechanical kiss.

Make it heroic and bloody cutting blocked arteries,
You helped heap with decay,
It's too late to invite life blood flow to enter,.

By the sweat of your brow put on 'The Show',
Carving detailed designs that won't impress me,
My eyes grew too heavy wide and wise.

Hollowed Be.. the beats~
Refusing  to rise under your touch,
Some Death certificates  should read "Enough",
"Cause Unknown" Ill carry to my grave with your little white lies.

Don't Ya know explanations penned only complicate?
We can only say what we know ;some things are best left unsaid.
Broken hearts remain convenient mysteries.

Skipping along the heart runs out of words,
Dying overdosed with knowledge,calling out to the deep,
Whispering" Just let me sleep"

Say what ya want too,just don' t feel sorry praying for me!
I always knew to choose 'the Light' before the Door,
No need for words anymore.
~~~~~~
©May 1, 20i1,Mosaic Poetry,2011

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

With Candy Coated Sugar Lips

With Candy Coated Sugar Lips

 

You Spoke~
Sometimes through,
Smiles wide eyed,
Sometimes through,
 Manufactured tears,
Sometimes through,
 Jokes and giggling.
"STORY TELLER"
 Always~
Telling.
 
Your claim to fame,
 Brought a 'Center Stage,'
Headlining performance,
Lyrics sung or lines read,
Chapter and verse perfectly,
To your bait fed.
 
Rising and falling,
With tension and peaks.
Dialog never changing.
 All manner of fantasy
   A Nasty tale regarding me,
Your tired needful theme.

I watched amazed,
  As you fixed, the same details,
Of the same mistakes,
Mechanically driven,
Manically rehearsed,
Through Candy Coated Sugar Lips

To my surprise,
 Each night applause, 
Erupt from your audience.
Willing they are,
To hear the same 
Old spit out blues and tunes.

The Highlight
When the crowds participate,
Singing along or "spoil"
'The Story'
Lines their favorites,
Memorized,
Raced ahead , someone always says,,
Begging for a 'Encore'

Tossing you expensive roses, 
 With Ovations pleading,
"Come back, Stay,
Howling
"Give us more a little more"

Graciously you clutch,
Bundles ~
  Of Stems and Thorns,
Sniffing while Sniffling
Bleeding fingers,
Soaking,
Covered in sequined gloves
 
Through Candy Sugar Coated Lips
Mouthing
"Thank you's"
Blowing wispy kisses
"I love you"s

Always~
 A tear or two,
This time even I think true,
Always~
  Tossing the roses away,
  Once buzzing numb, with laughter,
Backstage..
 
There I was,
Always~
Below the Balcony,
Underground and guarded,
With the truth,
Always~
 Threatening your grand finale,
 With the truth,
Power~
In Pale Thin Dry Lips
To expose you!

Committed to Love and Loyalty,
I wore the  straightjacket with honors,
 Standing firm,
Allowing you your turn,
I chose to pardon you,
Blaming folly and youth.

 I grew comfortable,
For a time,
In my given role,
Beneath muddy waters,
 Perfecting drowning~ 
In a murky grave,
Cemented in buckets of mud,
 You poured on me.
  Your added final touch,
"Just in case"~
Your discarded roses,
Brought to my arms,
 Received Safely
 
With Wishful sentiments,
You thanked me for Silence,
Pounds of petals covering me.
Through soggy thorns,
I saw you pray,
Through Candy Coated Sugar Lips

Petals Saturated,
   Aged through years growing fine,
  Nourished in dressing room gossip,
 Dripping 
Remained  for me a Fragrant Bath

What you discarded,
I clung too lovingly,
 The aroma potent,
Encouraging me,
To come to my senses,
 No longer drifting.

 Willing I was,
To be the needed 'stink',
To make your life complete,
Believing you so well,
I avoided my own skin,
For the pungent smell.

Awakened,
From Candy Coated  Sugar Lips,
Your prayers and gifts of red velveteen,
 One day as you visited ,
I caught a whiff,
Recognizing
IT WAS YOU
Always~
Who STUNK
And you knew too.

 Revelations came in Isolation,
I vowed. I would not sink ,
Never for you again,
 Would I settle.
Never for you again
 Would I fold myself up in torn petals.

I remember the moment,
I saw the first flickering lights,
 From the Horizon,
Between Morning and Night,
  I saw My Life,
Waiting for me

The Truth
Through Candy Coated Sugar Lips
You lied and lied and lied,
Attempting to~
Destroy me,
 Attempting to~
Take My Life  and My Family
 
And now ~
I can finally say,
Through Healthy Plump Lips
With confidence,
I see you clearly
~ Criminally Dangerous~
You will always be!
  I vow to rise to the surface,
Through all the mud,
Surprising
 All who see,
Beautifully clean,

Innocent and Strong,
Dazzling with Tranquility
  As the Lotus~
I Thrive!

Through Candy Coated Sugar Lips
The Molasses drippings
 Were always a tad too rich..
To  believe,
All that shine,
Gave You Away

 ©2011,MtMJA, Mosaic Poetry
 
(Maria AStrid,Jade,Toni Collab)

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Home Wrecker

Home Wrecker

Before you laid eyes on me,
Before you knew how to plot or scheme,
I knew you~
Like sperm knows to race to a fertile egg,
You lay in wait, to pounce and displace.
I knew you~
  Daring to trust and care for you,
Continuing to love you in heartfelt truth.
I knew you~
Would at large, dangerous always remain,
Disguised as sweet in acid rain.
I knew you ~
In the  filter of my memory forever  would stay,
    Your Heart encased in Vanilla Cinnamon, Lavender Honey,
'Home wrecker'
I knew you~
As you methodically destroyed hopes and dreams,
Smiling, lying  through bright sharp white teeth.
 l knew you~
Would slow down to point out mine and others blame,
Without a moment of  your own shame.
I knew you~
 Came with many warnings.
In dreams you came,
Into my Net I caught you always,
I knew you~
Studied all your moves within the weave,
Watched you struggle to decieve
I knew you~
   Came creeping in the night
I set you free  into the light.


.

 ©MtMJA, 2011, Mosaic Poetry, (AStrid & Toni Collab)















Generational Curse

  
Generational Curse

Born
Into this world,
 Innocently~
We arrive,
"Naturally"
Assisted or not~
Blissfully unaware,
Forward~
   We go,
 Assisted or not,
Pains~
Tell of the Journey,
Evident or not,
Forgotten~
Blinded~
With hope,
Traveling~
In happiness,
Brief ~
Are the miseries
Grief~
We will meet,
"Naturally"~ 
 Foolish Tourists we are,
Knowing the dangers,
Threatening~
 Some are own making,
Passed~
 Through blood flow,
Contributing~
To Life,
Embracing~
The Age Old Secret,
Humanity~
Carries its own  adventures,
To Overcome
The goal~
 To crack the code,
 Generational Curses,
 Embedded  within,
DNA~
 We pass on,
Delivered~
Through the ages,
Claiming Innocence.
© MtMJA,2011,Mosaic Poetry- AStrid

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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Time to Blog Intro Welcome to Life Through Mosaic Eyes

 I decided to write a little, since we The Mosaics have had this blog up for a while now.  I also  decided to make it more defined and public, for clarity' sake. It has become allot I have written, in this "Intro"which is usually the case as "self -editors" add too instead of taking away,  regarding Intro's  and purpose..hmm

Most all The Mosaics a group I live with have to say public about Multiplicity or what people commonly have  known as MPD  now called DID can be found on our shared You tube channel.The Mom Series ~ The Misunderstanding of Multiplicity 


This is where we each share some of our life experiences, together and history, along with the  following  of all "media portrayals" depicting Multiplicity.  However many members of the Mosaics do not VLOG public on video and feel more comfortable writing, weather in poetry or in their own personal Essays, commentary or journals paper or computer.