14 Monday May 2012
Posted in Buddhism, Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
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Buddhism, compassion, endurance, forbearance, heart, Kshanti, patience, poetry, waiting and longing
My heart is Kshanti.
Scarred with forbearance
from the actions of those un-awakened
to the compassion from transformation.
It beats with the patience,
the waiting and longing,
of better times
to come.
The rhythm
of the beat
is endurance;
a longing, that one day,
awakening will open the eyes,
to the universe.
© Kshanti 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Lotus (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
01 Tuesday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
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broken, delusion, dreams, haunted, heart, heartbreak, illusion, memories, moon, nightmare, poetry, reality, shadow, shadows, silhouette, sleep, soliloquy, sun
I’m hiding in the shadows,
it’s where I long to be,
drifting into dreamscapes,
singing sad soliloquies.
I have my other life, you see?
I’ve lived it since a child;
It’s not quite real – that I know,
but I’ve lived it for a while.
The daytime is the hardest,
a cruel life chased by death;
but night time is so easy,
sleep brings immortal breath.
What’s real, what’s not?
Well who’s to say?
Each one its own delusion,
by night the moon –
by day the sun –
each life is an illusion.
Shadows play upon my mind,
ghosts welcome setting sun;
silhouettes of dreams gone by
half-lives, loves-lived, undone.
So let me go, and leave me be,
to live each night anew.
I’ll sing my sweet soliloquies,
while dreams bring me to you.
© Silhouettes and Soliloquies 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
The Eerie Cold (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
28 Saturday Apr 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
You take my heart and rip it out
you stamp it in the ground,
then toss it in the gutter
where it cannot be found.
You savage, you shred it,
until you see the blood.
You cast it off and kill it
and grind it in the mud.
I pick it up and wrap it,
I’ll take it home to keep,
for I will not be needing it,
I’ll bury it and weep.
My poor heart it is broken
You’ve left it all in tatters.
You walk away and leave it,
To you it doesn’t matter.
© Broken Heart 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Black Heart (Photo credit: kreg.steppe)
27 Friday Apr 2012
Posted in Daily life, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
Look in my eyes,
tell me you care.
Tell me the truth –
If you dare.
Don’t look away
from me again.
I know your heart,
I see your pain.
I know your mind,
I see your fear;
I look away
to hide my tears.
One day my friend,
we may be free,
to sit and talk,
and share some tea.
© Tea for two 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
27 Friday Apr 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
Tags
cloudburst, delusion, ephemera, heart, heartbreak, impermanence, love, pain, rain, rainbow, summer, transience
Rainbow transience
ephemera of the mind,
love intransigent
no respect of time.
Shimmering splendour
the summer of our life.
Majestic magnificence,
cutting with a knife.
What tantalising trickery
deceiver of our sight,
fleeting, sneering, mockery,
obsessional opulent light.
Delightful and delusional,
experienced by all.
Impermanent illusion,
to trip and then to fall
Cloud burst emotions
pour down like summer rain.
Refractive reflections,
the eternal lovers’ pain.
Broken Heart (Photo credit: Gabriela Camerotti)
© For the Love of Rainbows
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
23 Monday Apr 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry, Worldly Winds
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anger, bitter, death, heart, heartbreak, kiss, longing, loss, memories, memory, Mother, pain, tears
Bitter sweet, bitter Suite,
you break my heart again.
I gently hold you in my arms
try not to cause you pain.
This sweetness to be with you,
to see your face once more;
to cherish just one last sweet kiss,
before death slams the door.
Oh to be with you right now
to talk and laugh again!
For focus, love and clarity –
the calm before the pain.
You hold me tight and whisper,
but death clasps tighter still;
a grip around our fragile hearts,
it’s a bitter poisoned pill.
You try to look, you try to see,
but your eyes are not the same.
Could you even see me
when I screamed out your name?
The feeling of bewilderment
as you take your last breath.
You leave in anger, not in peace,
I can’t walk with you in death
Death claimed your heart, and you claimed mine,
you’ve gone where I can’t follow.
You’ve left me sad and broken down;
my heart is dead and hollow.
Bitter sweet, bitter Suite
the feeling’s still the same.
Life and death go hand in hand,
but the memories remain.
© Bitter Sweet, Bitter Suite 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Elizabeth Siddal was the model for Sir John Everett Millais’s Ophelia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
14 Saturday Apr 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
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Black Rose, Blossom, Flower, grief, heart, loss, Petal, poetry, Rose, spirit, summer, sun, tears
The last of the summer rays
blush gently on my cheek.
Tears fall like dew from the morning rose.
The flower blossoms,
the flower blooms.
Slowly it fades
as petals fall
one by one
the spirit
is gone.
I wear my heart upon my sleeve,
I also wear my rose.
Both are there for you to see.
The flower blossoms,
the flower blooms.
Slowly it fades
as petals fall
one by one
the spirit
is gone.
The last rose of summer cries.
The heart beats deathly slow.
The sun has set beneath the skies.
The flower blossoms,
the flower blooms.
Slowly it fades
as petals fall
one by one
the spirit
is gone.
© Black Rose 2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
black rose 1 (Photo credit: Melinda Taber)
06 Tuesday Mar 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, dreams, haunted, heart, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, memory, pain, paramour, poetry, tears, waiting
Within my mind I see your face,
still haunted by the sound of your laughter,
recalling the warmth of your sweet embrace.
All these I carry within my heart.
See my head turn as I hear your name,
watch my heart break when you touch my dreams,
the tears that burn with the memory pain.
All these I carry within my heart.
My lovely, lovely, paramour.
© Paramour 06/03/2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Worldly Winds 