Run Away With Me

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Run away with me!

Let us find the edge of the earth,

and fly amongst the stars.

Let us lose ourselves

in the mystical playground called life

while others lose themselves in

in the mundane world

and what they perceive

as reality.

Let us live

until the day when we move on

to the next stage of our existence,

where we will continue

to find out just who we are

and why we are here.

Where we will discover

that no matter what we think we know,

we will never know enough,

and we will never know everything.

 

~ ©  2014 Heidi Barnes

A Dark Place

I come from a dark place
deep in my soul
where visions of demons
haunt me,
their cries of desperation,
for freedom to wreak havoc
on the unsuspecting
drowning out good intentions.
To fight is agony
to win a hollow victory.
How do I keep going?
Why should I keep fighting?
Tell me, please,
because I am losing
this war within.
Please help me
before I drown in
desperations sin.

~ © 2014 Heidi Barnes

I’m not sure where these dreams I am having are coming from, but geez!

My Beliefs Are My Own

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Tripping, traipsing

happily, blissfully unawares

of perceived dangers

lurking out there.

But what is dangerous

to him or her

may not be dangerous

to me, I’m sure.

Why should I change

to what you preach?

Does some demon await

for a tasty treat?

To eat me whole

if I don’t

cleanse my soul?

Here are words of wisdom

to hear and believe,

my mind is my own,

and I choose to keep

my thoughts and ideals,

my spiritual beliefs.

If you do not agree

that is your choice.

I will not harass,

pester or beat

until you relent,

fall on your knees,

repent.

So I will continue on my way,

for life is too short

and it’s time to play.

 

~ © Heidi Barnes

 

 

 

 

When The Ending Strays

The path is so clear,

words flow like silk.

As I near the end

time distorts

and the path changes.

Winding in a different direction

from thoughts first kiss.

An ending appears,

not the one envisioned.

Do I keep on this path

seeing it to the finish,

or do I return to the crossroads

and try again to find my way?

 

~ © 2014 Heidi Barnes

A Story Unfinished Part 4…..

The fight goes on

no end in site.

Neither side willing to give,

neither one wishing respite.

Too many years

spent in blood and pain,

no other way that they know.

Why should we give up what we’ve gained,

why end this war in shame?

Pride is a wicked thing.

Always pushing,

always pestering.

Never give up!

or you will be perceived weak.

Never cry!

or others will mock you.

Always be at your best,

the top,

number one.

Never let them win….

but when is enough enough?

When do you finally say I give?

When everything is gone?

When there is no life to be seen

and the world is destroyed?

When will you choose life over death?

When…..

 ~ © 2014 Heidi Barnes

A Story Unfinished…. ~ Part 2

Blood on his hands,

on his soul.

permanently stained.

To love was to be free

yet shackles of war are too strong.

Binding, chafing,

strangling life as we know it,

tearing hearts and souls apart.

Screams bring pain,

tears have no relief.

To turn away

will betray fragile trust

so watch he must

as his love is destroyed.

Unable to stand no more

he stops the torture,

praying he is not too late.

The room clears,

silence grows thick.

Eyes of glass watch closely,

waiting

wondering what devilery this is.

Faint rasps of breath spur motion.

Alliances forgotten

only one thing remains,

to be true to his heart

the consequences be damned.

Eyes watch the tender scene,

narrowing as suspicion proves true,

a traitor amongst them,

one of power and strength.

Tread carefully they must

if victory is to be obtain.

So they wait…

Live Life

I live,

I breathe,

The day goes on

and so do I.

But what is life?

Is it just making it through

the best we can?

Or is it living those days

to the fullest,

never stopping

never waiting for the night to catch us.

Forever moving on

until we can move on no more.

Do we let other dictate our lives?

Tell us what we can or cannot do.

What is right and what is wrong

according to them and their beliefs.

Each life is special,

each one unique.

No one soul is the same.

So I say

live life the best you can

with what you have

because it is your life,

not theirs,

so it is your choice

to live.

Acceptance Heals

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Time has passed

the memories are still clear

but they do not cut as they once did,

taking me to my knees.

My tears are dry

my heart while not whole

is healing.

I know it is not your fault

I know somewhere in the great plan

this was meant to be,

and while that does not make the hurt any less

it does help me understand.

Accept that it was your time

and my time is not yet.

I have things I still need to do

before I join you.

Do I still miss you?

Yes.

Does the pain still cripple me?

Sometimes.

Do I still love you?

With all my heart!

Will I ever see you again?

I have to believe or all is lost.

So with you in my heart

I move forward,

take the next step on my journey,

my life.

~ © 2014 Heidi Barnes

Spirit

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I walk the earth
feet bare, eyes open.
Taking in all that I see,
I feel,
I sense.
I search for that one.
You know,
the one who will tell me
everything I want to know.
 
They are there,
just out of sight.
Hiding in the shadows
teasing me with glimpses of fairy light.
Those spirits of old,
forgotten memories,
faded into tales told to help children sleep.
 
What if I told you those tales are true?
That once upon a time
there was more than me and you.
That spirits walked this earth
free from malice and fear,
helping those in need
or playing tricks for cheer.
 
As this world grows old
we are told what to believe.
That evil lurks nearby
forever trying to take us to our knees.
But what is evil except what others perceive.
A fear,
a hatred,
an unknown that is hard to believe.
 
I walk these lands
and see the marvels around me
and wonder why one spirit’s magic is call miracle
while another is shunned as the devil’s deed.
If I were to wave my hand
and a tree springs to life in winter’s deep,
would I be hailed a miracle worker,
or be burned a witch on the pyre of man’s sins.
 
Within us all a spirit resides.
It’s who we are,
how we live.
So I ask you now this question of old,
who are you to judge me and my beliefs
when judgment is not yours?
If sins I have I will answer in time,
but only to the spirit that surrounds me
leads me,
loves unconditionally
me, my soul.

Air

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I fly with confidence

only time provides,

soaring among the clouds

the sun warm against my hair.

Below green and blue

spread far and wide.

A testament to life

as it quietly resides.

 

A soft breeze gentle kiss

soothingly cool to day’s hot breath.

Yet one subtle shift

and everything fixed

is suddenly adrift.

Life giving,

life changing,

twisting

turning,

leisurely making its way.

Clearing a path

wide with destruction.

The devil’s sashay.

 

Sitting atop

a lone oak tree,

I survey the destruction

with detached ease.

I once knew this place,

long ago,

when life was brand new

and man had yet to grow.

The beauty was magnificent,

the air crisp and clear,

life living in harmony,

no poison to breathe.

 

I mourn those lost days,

when soaring through trees

did not mean metal

or glass

or concrete,

but wood

and leaves

and  serenity.

 

Air is life.

Air is giving.

Air can taketh away.

So beware the living

And treat Mother Earth

with kindness and care,

or her wraith you will receive

in the form of air.

 

 ~ © 2014 Heidi Barnes