Junction of life

Coming to the junction of life
Calculating the availability, non-availability
The mind is upset
What did you want and what did you get?

Deep inside that pain
The frustration is all the time.

Hopes are devastated under the wheel of fortune
So life cries around
Receipt of seeking and non-seeking
Surrounded the courtyard of life.

Parturition

Our birth on earth,
meant a woman
was in spirals, 
of the sun,
walking on,
a moon bun
Crown on her head
beaming stars,
radiant lustrous,
but not on Mars 
Own identity, 
on planet earth,
at the time of birth
Then paper identity, 
comes first,
Second birth,
paper person first
Remember the spirals,
of sun, 
the woman
that helped create, 
and deliver 
an individual one,
keep hold, 
of that picture,
vivid dazzling sun,
maintain the,
individual one
Your birth 
on earth,
was never,
conveyor belt first,
manufacturing,
to fill the purse

© 2020  Carol Natasha Diviney

Lolly Wheels

The shopping trolley,
armed like an, 
iron lorry
Making you fill 
up with unnecessary,
folly,
to line pockets,
no Jolly
Just left with,
melted lolly
Helping others,
that would,
be lolly,
well spent in the,
trolley 

© 2020  Carol Natasha Diviney

For this is your life

You can speak
It’s alright
You’re not weak
Have no fright

Be joyful
Be proud
Be loyal
Be unbowed

For this is your life
Make it amazing
Forget any strife
Trails-a-blazing

It’s alright to be quiet
I have certainly tried it
Just find a way to be heard
Fly around you free bird

I don’t like to speak, but love to write
If I could, I would do it all night
Cause I have found my voice by my choice
Now rejoice and make your loudest noise

For this is your life
Make it amazing
Forget any strife
Trails-a-blazing

And there should be no pressure
Sometimes your under-weather
Just follow this short advice
Go right now, take back your life

I hope ...

Isn’t it cool

Isn’t it cool
How tears are clear
The only time someone isn’t hiding themself
And their fear

There is a moment in sorrow
When the only thing you can think
Is what truly makes you happy
And what also makes you sink

It makes it seem great
To always be unhappy
But to all seeking it
I wish it never be your fate

Cause openness is bliss
But too much is a crutch
Cause not only will people judge You
But You will too

I wish I never had this power
To feel down and lonely and sour
Whenever I or you or anyone
Is in any sort of pain

I’m sure you know the pain
The kind you can’t subdue
But what else can I do
The rainbow is on a vertical plane
Something I can never reach
But can always watch and preach

The dance of doom

     
    Then it was running harder and harder every day: My heart-stabbing damn knife was already every moment of mortal Immortality even bleeding in me! While the Great Time steered him here and there like the never-to-be Negotiator! Tiny, glued-handed gigolos, trendy jambs, trampled the chances of survival in others as well, until in the end they selfishly sinned! My soul, ready to soar, was forced to be shackled by bound shackles; the consolidation of imagined Friendships could have been mine alone, if I had already given up on the happiness I could find!
     
    I would need something beyond an unspeakable need to be able to live with content again, and not just be ashamed of my own guilt! By deliberately contemplating the unexpected traps of Being, it is better to avoid and look back, so that even memories cannot haunt you! A call to morning awakening often lacks a sense of du...

For keeping on

Grace is the morning,
greet it with gratitude;
and so do yourself too, 
for keeping on,
for keeping on.

Heal through the Night

And when all the noises die down,
silence will come serenading, 
resonating you to rest,

Let it
console 
your soul.

Heal through the night.
And live fearlessly
again, through the day.

Nothing occupies my mind, but you.

Your space is eternal;
an ocean—vast, and extending, 
infinite and mystic, majestic;
You conquer everything of me, 
making me defenseless. 

But also a raging ocean. 
Furious waves and turbulence, 
you are calm, motionless. 
But massive and wild; 
a beast, and I'm drowning.

And I wonder; if it's the ocean
you harbor I have fallen into. 
I suppose to know to swim. 
But I don't seem to remember.
Nothing ocuppies my mind, but you.

More or less, you are here.

By the early light,
each wake,
is a different sight. 

By the nature's call,
each repelling sound,
is a deafening crescendo. 

By the warmth touch,
each gentle stroke,
is yet a cascading heat.

By the day's scent,
each inhale, 
is a blending aroma. 

For some time, 
every thing, 
is more or less enough.

More heavier
Or less;
is life. 

Yet, you breathe. 
You feel. You witness. 
And you live. 

More or less, 
You exist. 
You are.