The Deep Dark Blues

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There are snorkellers, deep sea divers and creatures of the deep. You are somewhere between the first two and while I thought myself a diver once I’ve come to realize I pertain to the very last category.

It can be dark down there, the pressure tight enough to crush a brain to crimson ink. And while I wish to have someone hold me in that darkness, understand the depths at which I feel emotion, it’s not in me to do as sirens do and drag down their victims for want of company.

My heart breaks. More like my heart is broken and has been for so long that the good moments, so small, few and inbetween seem to vanish in the pitch darkness of the lower level sea. My eye’s have grown accustomed to the dark and so few live down here. It is a solitary existence. But what more can I ask for?

In order to have you beside me, to understand me fully and to meet me deep below, your God would have to turn back time, ravage your childhood, destroy your family through sickness like dominoes, have you feel the crushing weight of supreme betrail over and over again until the taste of it in your mouth became so normal that its acidity would no longer make you gag. He’d have to break apart your friendships, kill off your closest comrades all while you watched shipwrecked with no way to help.

Queen Elizabeth I stated, “The past cannot be cured.” So what am I grabbing at here? Nothing. Just the fact that you’ll never dive deep enough to reach me because your heart was never torn to pieces so many times you forgot what it felt like to beat in tune with the universe. Leaving you a needy, pitiful beggar for something…more.

Earth

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Roots buried deep in the ground
Take hold my ankles beneath moon round
Make me one with your breath
Keep me safe in life and death
Arms outstretched to rays of light
Branches reaching day and night
Grounded feet buried deep
Fruits from harvest you will reap
Body, mind and spirit grow
As above, so below

Water

 

 

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Swell of the ocean building
Energy spreading like grains of sand
Giant wave of antiquity barreling towards the edge of the Earth, grand
Between shore and tide
veins of magic reside
Little glimpses behind the veil
Betwixt mist the power trails
Blood of the planet, clear to sight
Strengthen spirit, cleanse dark, make light
Liquid salt strip the aura of weight
Flow of water break stagnant state
White illuminance, protect and shield
Repel dark currents, make them yield
God and Mother guard and bind,
Shelter spirit, body, mind

 

 

All artwork was done in watercolor by Sarah Gomez for the collaboration of the Nature Series project. Follow her on Instagram: saraheliart

Question of the Bard

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Mountain, so heavy, pressed into the Earth,
Rocks die, turn to diamonds, they know not their worth,
Grapes gathered in barrels and crushed till they weep
turn into the wine that the wise-man drinks deep,
To forge a strong sword first the metal must melt,
Liquid turns to solid then blows must be dealt,
Soft sand of the ocean, abused little shells,
are broken made base to the endless sea swell

My question to you now, is it worth all the pain
to face all the pressure or is it all in vain?

At the end of it all some diamonds are too small,
The wine much too bitter, the sword much too tall
And as for the sand it’s too rough for the hands,
Too hot and too dirty for a person to stand

The Evolving Soul


Ever-changing in its length and in its gate
Stasis, an inconceivable notion to its state
A pinpoint, silently it turns, spiraling awake
At times exulting in its glory
At times dwindling away
Traveling life-spark, wisdom gathered
as it breathes in and out,
No stagnancy in its metamorphoses
as life takes chunks of it out,
Love the only balm
pinching together its open seams,
Before the cycle begins anew
Life, a never ending dream

Whisper in the Wind

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To all the brave souls lost to cancer. And the legacy of strength they have left behind .

Pasty-lipped dried eyed dreamer
hair fallen from your crest,
Let me listen to your story as I listen to them best,
As a selfish soul imprisoned in illusion
not your own,
Time and issue miles behind you
only few more to be flown,
Speak to me your graces, your trials and your frustrations,
the way you tick, your machinations,
Spill to me your story, all its heights and all its glory
then drag me through your darkest depths,
Do not fear the wrath of judgment
in this world we all are sinners
all in need of paying a debt,
Cry out to me in your last hours
of every drop of immense power
you’ve held captive in your chest,
Leave a piece of you behind now
so the weaker souls can find how
to revert back to your strength

Awakening of the Warrior

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Awakening of the Warrior

You hold the lock and key buried within the rising and falling of that borrowed chest
Encased in the prison of your ribs she screams
Suffocating, reaching out blindly, seeking the surface
Freedom comes at a price high enough to keep the most
Brilliant soul chained beneath the thickest of masks

Who knew flesh could turn dungeon
Smile a chant of deceit
and veins manacles
beneath

The present view a ghost in a shell
numb and molded to live out Dante’s hell

Suppressed she shatters and alive expands
Breaking molds of antiquity, freedom in modernity
Acceptance revoked once truth is spoken

Integrity comes at a price but weighs heavier than dishonor to the soul

Katherin Gomez
6/3/2013