March 20, 2010 by moondustwriter

Those blue eyes
it was all I could do
to keep my head down
or trouble would brew
***
Those men with blue eyes
can drive me to drink
guess that’s better
than not being able to think
***
My knees are shaking
my pulse is off course
those eyes of his
he knows are the source
***
I’ll walk away quickly
and save my esteem
those blue eyes of his
I’ll save for my dreams
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March 19, 2010 by moondustwriter
I woke up one morning
I’d dreamt of you
What I saw in my dream
I wouldn’t go through
*
Your arms wide open
eyes so blue
I was caught up
you -enjoying the view
*
I looked down
couldn’t believe
The space between us
a vast ravine
*
You smiled
look that I know
Why- The space?
had always been so
*
In the dream I remembered
The sadness ~ The space
never together
no time- no place
Photo: “Ausable Chasm” by Dougtone
Posted in Love, Poetry | Tagged time, space, dream, moondustwriter, relationships, chasm, distance, apart, separation | 4 Comments »
March 17, 2010 by moondustwriter

by Brenda Porter
The past has slipped through my fingers
And the future threatens to consume me
My hopes and dreams turn to fears
As you impose your acrimonious views on me
The depiction of an existence at your side
Is tempting in its magnificent splendor
But its a ruse I’ve been told
This letting doubt seep into the cracks of my heart
But you eradicate my skepticism with your tone
I’m surrendering to you my soul without resistance
Now I’ve fallen for your deception
Your grip is starting to tighten and I’m losing my head
This deadness is permeating through me
I can’t bottle these emotions inside
Yet I’m struggling to let them out
The battles underway and I’m on the losing team
Suddenly I see a glimmer
Might it be hope coming to undermine me again?
Or a redeeming saving grace
On its way to elicit the poison you’ve infused
The struggle worsens turning my eyes from you
I’m loosening my grip on existence
Ready to relinquish everything to this demon
Unexpectedly you call me by name
My eyes flash back to your glorious light
I’m struggling now to take hold of you
The demons grip is loosening
I can feel your aura grasping me
Eliciting me from the grasp of this fiend
I can’t focus on anything but your splendid face
Then as I look for redemption in your magnificent eyes
I can breathe again realizing what I’d done
I’d dance with the devil.
***
check out Brenda’s blog
http://neverlosesightofthedream.blogspot.com
Thanks to kennymatic for the photo (see link below)
Posted in Love, Poetry | Tagged dance, devil, dreams, emotion, fears, future, heart, hopes, love, past, redeeming, struggle, teen poetry, youth | 3 Comments »
March 16, 2010 by moondustwriter

There is a place called nothing
It’s void of space and time
I guarantee it’s real
Represents – frame of mind
***
Nothing – you might say is empty
Some might say its flat
A question lingers in the mind
Nothing- where is that?
***
Could nothing be a place
A place where you are not
People point and gawk
For some – it is their lot
***
Many say its fiction
Others say it’s fact
Sadly I have lived there
Never- wanting to go back
***
Thanks to Craig Finlay for the photo
Posted in Poetry | Tagged abuse, depression, empty, mind, nothing, outsider, poem, Poetry, youth | 5 Comments »
March 13, 2010 by moondustwriter
Showcasing a friend who is a wonderful Poet!!!

Thanks Shaun for sharing your poetry on Moondustwriter’s Blog site. I particularly like this poem -so reminiscent of child-like glee. For more of Shaun check out his blog site – http://www.shaunmasterton.com
The Carrot Dilemma
Sleepy yawn as morning arrives
Cold shivers embrace my skin
The kettle moans into life
The bathroom is my next stop
Peek out of the window
The night snowfall excites me
Gleeful joy spins me around
Quickly dressed in record time
Out the door with a skip
Hurried trip lands me in snow
Gloved hands sweep the snow
The snowman becomes reality
Painted smile placed with precision
Stoned eyes allows for sight
There no need for a scarf or hat
The snowman is already cold
Panic eruption in my brain
I have no carrots for a nose
Quick steps to the store
Meeting the typical queue
Inpatient wait ends with my turn
Decisive request for a free carrot
Puzzled laughter greets me
After all, I am 32 years old
Photo: Shaun Masterton
Posted in Poetry | Tagged anticipation, carrot, child, glee, morning, Shaun Masterton, snow, snowman | 4 Comments »
March 12, 2010 by moondustwriter

Molested by a neighbor
she told me one day
Asked her parents for help
they knew not what to say
she begged and pleaded
a break from this beast
They didn’t aid her
her problems seemed the least
they were until that day
she left them a note
she couldn’t forgive them
was all that she wrote
***
Everyone knew this boy
had talent we read
had so much promise
a senior they said
he lived to the heights
not wanting to bend
he planned it for prom night
next morning was his end
***
Why is she gone Why is he?
they had so much to offer
doesn’t society see?
life can be so hard
give to our teens
hope, support and love
people they can depend
maybe then
this wouldn’t have been their end
Teen Suicide
Has your life been affected by teen suicide? Not a day goes by when a teen doesn’t contemplate, attempt, or succeed at suicide. I was in the ER last weekend; a teen fortunately was brought in before it was too late. People in tears in the hall a somber cloud hung in the wing. Pumping stomachs – is it enough? How can we be there before the final bell tolls? Who should tackle the problem? We all can play a part. Be a shoulder, be a friend, be that someone who a teen can depend on. Even a smile of acceptance in a crowd can convey hope in desperation. Make a difference it may just save a teen’s life today!
Photo: Ragged by Paleontour
(Lic Creative Commons)
Posted in Poetry, bloem, blog | Tagged dating, depend, drugs, emergency room, girls, guys, hope, love, Paleontour, pill, problems, Prom, Senior, society, suicide, teen, Teen Suicide, who can help | 5 Comments »
March 12, 2010 by moondustwriter

There are so many forms of rejection.
As a writer, the most common form of rejection is when your work isn’t picked out from among the crowd. Rejection in any form has a sting. No one welcomes rejections – that is a certainty.
Divorce is like a prism of rejection. There is so much rejection it gets flung into the environment From a child’s perspective the parent leaves because they don’t love the child. In other words rejecting the child for greener pastures. Why? The child can’t understand why adults can’t be adult and get along or patch up their differences after all isn’t that why they are adults?
How many times does a guy or a girl feel rejection when the ax falls on the relationship? It can be too much – the prevalent thought – “No one will ever love me again.” The rejection can be the knife that cuts through the marrow leaving a bleeding and wounded heart.
How do we deal with rejection?
Some people use rejection as an excuse for “getting even.”
A girl or guy, after a break up, may never look at a relationship quite the same. If pain comes at the end why enter into it at all. “Come on love is fleeting” some may surmise.
As a child, I learned to mask my feelings of rejection by creating an impervious shell. The shell masked my feelings and kept people who wanted to love me out. After all I had learned that love hurts – why embrace something painful. I realize now that pain is part of life -being numb or apathetic closes out all the joys of life.
What can we learn from rejection?
Rejection happens but we don’t need to build a fort around our lives or try to protect our feelings center to keep rejection from happening again. Rejection can make us more sensitive to others or very callous to others in pain. Can we escape rejection in this life? I think not!
My daughter is auditioning for a summer musical. About sixty to ninety teens will audition for twelve lead parts. Some will experience the ecstasy of “you made it” but a much larger crowd will be asked to play bit roles and be the chorus. She nailed her audition and got called back. So now she will be among twenty actors and actresses who will wait to get the thumbs up or the rejection call. As an actress, she knows part of the drama is the rejection in some ways making getting the part that much sweeter.
So what is the answer? Not being sensitive, not caring or is there something else that can sooth the savage beast of rejection?
The Antidote to Rejection
I have a hero who dealt with rejection in an amazing way. He was ridiculed by family members, his culture, the leaders in his society. A friend turned him in to the local authorities on false charges – money was enough to turn this friend’s heart cold. My hero didn’t ridicule or spit out seething insults – he took the blame though it wasn’t his. He bore the pain of the multitudes.He loved those who hated him.
I realized through his example that the antidote to rejection is timeless – SELFLESS LOVE
Photo:Turning up roses by Todd Huffman (Creative Commons)
Posted in blog | Tagged apathy, blog, breakup, child, Christ, divorce, drama, Faith Barista, love, pain, rejection, sctress, shell, Todd huffman, wall | 1 Comment »
March 11, 2010 by moondustwriter
Once lost in shadowed canyons of illusion,
my only company now, haunting echoes of weary footsteps
***
Once a citizen, a sightless spirit numbered among the roving hordes
fleeing the known into the darkest void
Truth lost in the wreckage of our wake
Truth never our destination
Readers of the book of lies
Barren souls but for the fruit of an afflicted will
***
Breathless, clinging to pillars of fear
forever scarred from collision in the depths of dry places I cry out to gaze upon the land of living light
***
An anguished spirit taking flight by an unknown compass through the narrow passage
I will surrender in the presence of the fathers
Would that I too might find the realm of mercy, of sight
***
Blackest storms cover the ancient lands, now and forever raging, behind me
Casting off this mask of mere humanity I plunge into darkness
***
One last journey to the core of infinity
Wanting to showcase this outstanding poet – Daniel Audet. You can read his other writings http://thewritersroad.com
Photos:
The concrete block by Ozyman
Grand Canyon by Chenyingphoto (Lic: Creative Commons)
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged affliction, anguish, barren, black, canyon, cry, Daniel Audet, dark, dry, fear, haunting, illusion, journey, living, lost, Ozyman, poem, storm, truth, void, weary, wreckage | 3 Comments »
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