Pooled Water

Pooled Water
Still and calm
Like a glass mirror
With a reflection of both the
Past and the present.

Looking down I see my smile
For now, I am free Calm and majestic
Like the wind on a cool
Summer’s day.

Ripples appear
Disturbing the tranquilness
Angry now I have become.
Torrents of emotions
Wading and splashing
Washing over the happiness
And replacing it with pain.

Hurts to walk
Not able to run
Crying, tears falling
The pain now all so deafening
And now defining my life
Of endless wondering.

What now?
How can I make it right?
Swollen
Distorted
Not even looking the same
Stiffen so much lost all it’s shape.
Trying not to let it bother me
Day in and day out.

What is there left for me?
But to keep going
Keep walking
Keep running
Keep hoping

Belinda ‘09

Perverbial Fool

Gave you all my time to share the fruits of passions wine
Sacrificed every bit of my soul showed you loves endless
Pleasures, yet the light was not allowed to shine

You stood in my way blocked every advance
Selfishly you held on like a ball and chain
Didn’t want me
Did not want anyone to else to have me
Cannot believe that this was how you cared

The constant hurts
Go on for days into hours at every second
Never fearing the end
Just kept on without a care in the world

Now the time has come
No pain
No endless wondering
The light that once shinned has went out
No more talking for now just too tired to make
The effort

All this time you paid me any mind, now there is constant
Reasoning and pleadings
Give me a reason why I should listen
For season after season done the same thing.
Forget it
It is done
For only a proverbial fool would through a gift
In the trash.


Belinda ‘09

Death's Window

Terror grips the heart

the soul torn into darkness

blood pouring in the streets

peace gone and death takes

its place.

Crying, Shouts of terror

Wondering why

must all the life of living be

such a tragedy

Hatred mounting in the minds

of the damned carrying out

a mindless test to prove they have the power.

A deathly silence over a city in peril

Souls and minds tortured

when will all end

why must the innocent die

for a cause not of there own.

Belinda 08

*This was a poem that I wrote off the top of my head when I listen to the news this evening and found out that Mumbai was the scene of death and dispair...British and American citizens, Indian citizens being killed for nothing...Time for the innocent to fight back....Don't let this be the rule of your lives...

Broken Butterfly

I watch out the window

Looking at the day

The sun shining brightly

And the wind blowing lightly

Thoughts race through my mind

Vivid images of past, present and

Most of the time the future the

Imaginaries of conflicts trials

Of tribulations, daunt my every turn

Hatred

Words twisted out of the tongue so violently

A scar to remind you the words do indeed hurt

The soul. Feelings of sorrow stained with guilt

Tears fall endlessly into rivers of pain and suffering

Damaged beyond recognition

Believe me my heart is totally done with all

The people around me.

What can be said from a torn piece of paper?

What can be written that will mend the broken heart?

What can be healed when damage has been done?

Like the wind it blows Moreover, all the sorrows of

yesterday are gone with it.

Belinda 08

When Doves Cry

The screams of strife and disheartened
I can here her crying in the night
I can hear her grimes of strife
Elusive but intrusive to my peace
of mind.

Disheartened by the losses
Heart aching from all the torture that has
befallen upon her, suffering insurmountable
the tears kiss her with unknown destiny

She had a benign heart
diseased with the expectations of might
Alas she tried her unknown destiny
and ceased her life waiting at the windowsill

Who has tore her apart so savagely?
Her pain is unimaginable
Cruelty to a heart so open
Heartless is the one who did this to her.

However, alas time passes
The tears have subsided
A new day comes and healing
Is reborn
Smiles come again
Laughter flows all around

Healing helps those who are in pain
A life of strife never to be revisited in
this soul again.

Belinda ‘08

No Change Needed

It was quite for a long time
Peaceful tranquil, not even a
Stir of the winds was felt.

Everyone got along
Everyone smiled and laughed
At the silliness and joking mannerisms

Now the wind has changed
The fire is burning
The old brush now burn a crimson red
The barbarisms of harsh words
Volatile exchanges should not have
Never been said

Finger pointing, name calling
Visions of real life surface in
This once tranquil place we all
Tried to run, but believe me
We could not ever hide
It is always one bad apple

Now the storm moved on
Left in its wake a torn mess
Cannot correct the damage
How can anyone manage it all?
Of this why did it have to be
Like this?

Change was never needed
For it was never necessary
Change comes when people
Are willing not because of
A disruption or anticipation
Of collaborated misunderstandings

Did I need to be told that I was too much?
A chain
A link that needed to be broken
To me there was no need for change
For the few souls that caused the damaged
Managed to change all that for us.

Psalmist 08

Healed

My soul is in darkness
Hear my cries
Listen to the shouts of my screams
Echoing through the dark.

Help me
Help me for I am dying
Can you hear me crying?
Everyone that was with me
Is gone and nowhere to be found
The sounds of joy and laughter
Has faded in the surrounds of eternal
Silence.

Can feel the whip of anger and hatred
Slashing across my back and the open
Wounds gushing out the crimson rivers
Of suffering and anguish my despair
Tormenting me where is the hope that I
So desperately, crave?

Suddenly a light beamed through the dark
The cries of pain have subsided
The tears of emotional despair has dissipated
The joys of my life has returned and no more
Suffering will, I fear and feel for the tears
Will never swell up in my eyes.

I welcome the light into my soul
Light up my heart and repair the damage
That took its toll. Come and touch me
Embrace me with your love lift my spirit
Let me know that you care and hold on to
Me forevermore.

Now the darkness is no more
The score has now been settled
No longer will I fear of being old and alone
For my soul has been healed by the touch of
Heavenly light the sight that is sheer music
To my heart and soul.

Psalmist ‘08