Mirrored Rain: April 2012

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Once It Is Written

byLyn Carr

The writer takes his pen in hand; thoughts

flowing out on every stand. For power,

wisdom, love and pain; writing it down

again and again. Mere words on paper in

black and white; nothing is wrong and

nothing is right. It doesn't matter for on

any day the writer will have the final say.

Some would gasp and some will sigh, but

once it is written and time goes by; too

late to erase the final word. Generations

on will have known and heard what the

writer thought on that day and hour. To

the ones speaking did not go the power; for

they had to read from the written page. Even

the singers that sang on the stage; sang

prose from the poets who took pen in hand

with the words that's been written in

every land. As the writer speaks for

everyone; once it is written it's said

and done.

What Will It Be?

byLyn Carr

Do we capture the essence of soul in death?

Would a life have meaning after loss of

breath? What would you give for the love of

another? Is the sacrifice of hate worth

killing your brother? Can you see your

future in the light of a star? Will you

know if your end is near or far? In the

path of goodness are you tried for treason?

In your search for wisdom do you bypass

reason? Would tomorrow bring you your pot

of gold? Is sanctuary found in the ones you

hold? In the face of death do you see your

light? Does peace of mind mean more when

you're right? Can the heart of loneliness

make a sound? Is existing more than just

walking around? Are your thoughts as pure

as the day you were born? Is perfection a

vision that's shattered and torn? Will the

crucible in life be time that we spend?

What will it be for us all in the end?

Life's Treasures (Bobbie)

byLyn Carr

Given this day when your work is done; may

your mind in peace give way to rest-and

while you dream of your better days to come

you'll know you've done your very best.

Only you can know your limitations and how

far that you are willing to go. Giving in

free heart without expectations; your

rewards will come and they will grow. And

all your life's treasures will be yours to

hold. Forever deserving and peaceful friend

the good in this world to you will unfold.

If whenever you feel you just want to give in;

remember the kindness you'd always portray.

Through the mirror of your reflections

within, comes to you the beauty of a brighter

day. So rest, my darling, my beloved one-

and dream of your better days to come....

Natures' Song

byLyn Carr

In the brightly lit forest that lies below

the redwoods and floral bouquets grow.

Wandering through its moss covered floor

with mists on its leaves from the rains

before; waters are streaming from its

running spring. Off in the distance the

sparrows sing. Sunlight beams dance upon

the trees. A soft wind whispers a caressing

breeze. The pale blue sky paints the

landscape; hovering with its cloud-covered

cape. At dusk the shadows sprint about...

dancing with the moonbeams no doubt. Night

closes in while creatures rest except for

the owl, perching his nest. An awesome

tapestry all its own; the forest itself

will not stand alone. Its fertile spirit

breathes life everlong, with the rustling

sounds of natures' song.

Sands Of Time

byLyn Carr

Oh will it be through de'ja vu in that I'd will to remember you?

How could you know how soon I would go

to drift among the sands of time;

Only to leave the shadows of the memories of you behind...,

In the back of my mind. Oh but only if I'd remained

maybe things would not have stayed the same.

For time has made us hard and indifferent

leaving each strained and alone;

only to say in our hearts what's past should be gone,

in love's we yearn..., in the lessons we learn.

Oh through the essence of dreams how you may creep upon night's hour.

Strange how the minds eye sees things as they are

and not what they should be; when I think I want to return

to the times we shared in wishful bliss...,

I realize it's only the memory I miss.

Oh the memory I chose that was not in you

and the truth was not there. I only knew and saw

what I wanted you to be which was not at all the reality.

I will still look for a dream through the sands of time...,

and find a love in the end that's mine.

The Lake

byLyn Carr

Crocodile with a smile crawling through wading weeds

in the shallow water surrounding the frogs on their

lilies floating haplessly around the distant foggy

air sweeping upward lifting like a mist from a recent

rain wetting all the tall cattails reaching high for

the sky as if they want to be in the clouds floating

casually by in the baby blue heaven kissing the

sunlight gleaming over the big white pillows holding

onto the next batch of water for pouring like a

bucket onto the crocodile with a smile crawling

through wading weeds in the shallow water...

Chimera

byLyn Carr

She lies there in her tranquil thoughts

of endless feeling, and emotion covers

her like shadows in the valley below.

Lifeless she may seem as she welcomes

the moment of blissful memory only

she can know.

Her essence weaves itself through an

endless tapestry of color and image

she has created;

Everchanging phantoms surround her

caravan... exhilarated!

With voices resounding expressions

throughout her layer;

Fathom veiled, only bequested

by the sayer.

Her glory shines through the eyes

of the sculptress,

Superimposed by beauty, her

vision becomes endless...

The Guilty One

byLyn Carr

They chastise me with words of pain.

I refuse to cringe into nothingness.

My innocence stripped again and again.

Engulfed in the feeling of emptiness.

They don't want to hear the truth.

I have become their scapegoat.

Distorted versions dwell in the booth;

With those who will sit and gloat.

Sometimes oblivion comes over me,

Offering me languished for relief.

Despondency surrounds any remedy,

As I listen on in disbelief.

My accusers seem to be so sure;

To the ones who will decree

The fatal decision, I must endure.

Disparity of justice is gone from me.

My freedom seems so far away,

As the tormentor comes to tread me down.

Uncertainly surrounds me everyday.

For chosen I am, to embrace death's crown.

The Cipher

byLyn Carr

One who hears without reception;

Voices surround from every place.

They speak with words full of deception.

Just filling up every empty space....

Whispers follow in the dark of night;

Squeezing life from the one who hears...,

Like spearing arrows in deadly flight,

With painful blows; opening many fears.

One longs for silence to hush them away.

Maybe it just wasn't meant to be,

For even through the light of day,

The darkness speaks to those not free.

Destiny could not be welcomed here.

And freedom had been lost....somewhere.

The one who was listening could not hear;

Their sounds they made when passing there.

Unrecognizable...,twisted and spent;

Voices were heard for all their good.

One had existed, came and went.

And no-one listened, nor understood.

Somewhere, Sometime . . .

byLyn Carr

Maybe she . . . just for a second,

Would send a whisper to him and say,

Desire was there for him only to beckon,

Should he then steal her heart away?

If anyone falls, somewhere, sometime . . .

In the back of her mind

She'll see his face and hear his voice,

With every minute of time . . .

Printing his shadow against the wall of her heart.

It's just for her and only her to see. . . .

Dare he not feel or see the same as she?

She'd understand if he wills to be distant.

It's just her flight caught in an instant.

But she just wanted him to know

That she'll see men everywhere, every day.

Yet when she thinks of him, this she'll know . . .

It's been a long time since she's felt this way.

And if anyone falls . . . it will be him she'll see,

Because she'll see him as she did that day.

Night Sky

byLyn Carr

Crimson and blue is the twilights hue;

beckoning forevermore my soul into

it's hidden beauty...

Enhancing the dusk with it's blanket;

hovering over all the mounds of my

sphere where I am anchored.

Seeming to become as the watery deep-

Descending into waves and mists darkened

to the color of purple.

Glistening swirls of light flicker in

various design beyond the crescent moon.

Luminous grey forms subtly drift across

the canopy-

Glowing a light-colored pink...

Waning the dawn of morning.

The Night (Silence Creep)

byLyn Carr

When light grows dim.., will silence creep...

Your memory lingers in the night so deep.

The essence of you comes drifting in; breath

of your spirit fills me within. Into the

night-where shadows trace, I'll follow you

to your secret place. I'll walk with you into

passion's fire... You'll be my heat and sole

desire. Your prescence only, is what I'll

hear; forevermore-I'll hold you near. You'll

never leave this heart of mine. The night

will hold your memory in time. Oh, my love,

my beautiful one; You'll never know just what

you've done. No-one else will ever touch my

soul. To love you only-would make me whole.

If the shadow of death would steal you away;

Deep in my heart and soul you'll stay. Your

memory will linger in the night so deep

When light grows dim..,will silence creep....

Evanescence (the flight)

byLyn Carr

Flood of memories come again; take me back to

the river's end. Where on a bright and sunny

day, nothing harmful came my way. Upon these

banks and on this shore, I'd wish to stay

here evermore. It's here I played as a little

girl; by the trickling waters I'd dance and

twirl. Let tomorrow be unheard of, because

my heart was full of love. For all of beauty

was everywhere; I'd soak it in with none to

spare. All the birds would sing to me, when

I stood nearby the great oak tree. I'd pick

flowers all day long; skipping to my happy

song. So take me back and let me spend

another day at the river's end. Let my heart

just float away... again to a peaceful,

happy day.

Tread Lightly Here

byLyn Carr

Passing through this veil of mine; you'll

see the darkness begin to shine. The Spirit

of Emptiness takes it's hold; and there the

Phantoms begin to unfold: Haunted by this...

constant sorrow; fleeting hours pass through

tomorrow. Hoping for this to soon be over;

nothing left now, for me to cover. Nights so

long it feels like death.. endless sighs fill

every breath. Longings fill up my every pore;

rocking my soul to the very core. Believing

I can never know; to love my life or let it

show. The laughing heart will ever be;

something I may never see. Strange and

distant I have become; as if my heart were

made of stone. "Tread lightly here," I've

said before; and then I turn and close the door.

Salacity, (unfaithful lover)

byLyn Carr

In the valley of confusion you will stand;

Making deceit your pride and glory. Boasting

your craftiness at the turn of a hand, for

you have perfected your story. You'd go

where angels fear to tread; shear boldness,

through fire and rain. Allowing debauchery to

lie in your bed; stopping at nothing to seek

your gain. Taking it upon yourself to play

"Master", of things you can't understand.

Justifying blame when you've brought disaster

To your roaming there is no end. My heart is

darkened by your face. Your prescence here is

hard to bare. Take your lies and leave this

place. Where you end up, I do not care. Your

weak excuses just wear me down the pain is

too great, and pride is gone. My love is

exchanged for something unknown. Forgiveness

for you... there is none.

Cinderella Syndrome

byLyn Carr

Maidens come from far away

to meet their prince of a brighter day.

He walks with pride in valiant armor

and he becomes their sacred charmer.

His words grow strong like looming towers;

they'll listen to him speak for hours.

Like a politician straight from Mars;

he promises the moon and stars.

Blankly staring in a daze-

they wonder how he got that gaze.

Because he is so big and strong;

they follow him everywhere all day long.

They do not heed the warning token;

that their glass slippers can be broken.

For in one sunset evening came

dark stormy clouds - down pouring rain,

As chivalry leaves right out the door -

their prince rides off.., forevermore.

Mystic Visions

byLyn Carr

Candlelit reflections through crystal

glass-mirrowing image of flame in the eyes;

Lucid shadows in renaissance pass into

tender expression-illusions surmise.

Captivating potion dominates the air;

carressing the spirit of insistance,

Continually overtaken in a sigh of despair,

successively defying resistance.

Awed by the masque and the thesbian-

Powerless and withered in subversion,

parodoxing shades of color and light

looms through depths of coercion.

Mist-colored spirals surround the room;

as artistic deception takes hold-

of willing victims who lose heart and soul

in the dark of forboding gloom.

Through mystic visions,'behold a mirage,'

As reality descends in the shadows; and

dancing devils of hearts espionage-allures-

with secret desire into the flame.

False Hope

byLyn Carr

A false hope is just what I have to know-an

emptiness is laid out and bare. The gifts you

bring are but tiny fragments, like dandelions

drifting everywhere. Just take this flame

from off this candle-the only light left in

the room; diminish its fire and disguise the

shame of faith in a love forever doomed. In

the back of my mind, I wish for a time as I

sit in the darkness so quiet-that I could

take back my soul, by making it whole-and

give it its own will and light. But in this

second when time stands still, this flame you

light and put out at will-makes the weight of

my heart so heavy on me, yet I carry it in

silence because, you see-this burden you've

placed you won't lift, I know. For to ask,

it's too much for you to do so. I'll just

drift like the dandelion petals in the wind

blow... And a false hope is just all I have to know.

LQQKING

byLyn Carr

What seems to be the matter, can't find what you're looking for?

Maybe if you look hard enough it'll show up at your door.

With all of your good fortune it might fall right in your lap;

Now wouldn't that just be a hoot and can you imagine that?

Ah, but let me guess, it must've slipped right through your hands;

But if and when you find it you can bring in the marching bands!

I hope that you don't wonder when you're sitting by yourself-

How choosing, taking down and putting it back upon the shelf;

Could make much of a difference while your changing up your mind

With all of your indecision I'm sure there must be plenty of time-

To figure out exactly what you've been looking for all the while.

It would have to fit a special mold of course and be a certain style.

Ah, let's see, you might have lost a feeling or maybe even two-

But then again you might not even have any, or do you?

You might find it on a pedestal somewhere high, way up above-

Then it might be worth some extra time and effort to keep hold of.

Somehow I can't imagine how it could've slipped away;

You always seemed to be so good in keeping it at bay.

Well if and when you find it and for your sake I hope it's soon;

No need to be wasting so much time just barking at the moon.

Looking out now into my vast ever changing horizon I begin to see the mystery that surrounds me as I partake of the steamy air washing down onto all the wilderness awaiting me. I am not afraid. As a matter of fact I am going to enjoy the release I will partake of during my spiritual journey. I welcome it. This door I will open is going be something in the way of a lifelong learning experience for me. I know it. Now will be the determining factor that will be the answer to whether I intend to make it or not. Then I will know. It’s up to me now. No one is going to help me anymore. No, not this time. I should know all the answers to all the questions that I will encounter during this journey for I have been taught well. I have no excuses.

“The Friends”
I understand just what it means
Just the way it all should be
You only have to look around
To see the love of ‘Jah’ abound
Copyright Ó 2011 Wanda Lyn Carr

To a Daughter

byLyn Carr

I’ve always treasured your loveliness and happy laughter in my heart your presence warms my soul - you- with wisdom beyond your years.
You’ve come to know how the pain of this life can sometimes be unforgiving yet you can trust in God to relieve your many fears.
Always you have given me a reason to hold on to something bigger than myself and you give me brightness in the cold dark night.
Forever you will be the blessing of love to anyone who will ever know you and you will always be the one who shines in the light.
Love your life with all its freedom and never forget to be thankful for every breath then you will always have the wisdom to care.
You are loved with a love that no other can ever surpass in this lifetime and no one could ever hold - you - this precious gift of mine that I have to share.
Copyright Ó 2012 Wanda Lyn Carr

Distant Traveler

byLyn Carr

Time expanding, endless time…

Loving life and living free

Peaceful days and joy sublime

Carry me away with glee

Granted though, I’ve traveled far

And felt the pain of suffering

My heritage, a Morning Star!

Michael’s rite - A peace offering

Knowing flesh with skin and bone

My servitude was all but vain

I am the blessed and chosen One

So all can live and breathe again

A Specter’s flight on wings of grace

Shedding blood for mortal sin

Grasping the everlasting embrace

Of righteous, divine, virtue within

A name of honor and aureole

Millennium in Eden’s eternity

Spirit of vivification completely whole

E-lo-him and Elysium in Unity!

Mother of Mine

byLyn Carr

I was still young the day you left.

I remember the things you told me.

I know the pain you had to suffer;

It’s why you couldn’t hold me.

You said one day we’d have a home

But you weren’t able to give it.

I knew that you were going away

And I didn’t want to believe it.

Even though we were far apart

And I never really knew you;

I held you always in my heart

And that seemed to carry me through.

I wasn’t prepared to know the loss

That I felt when you were gone.

Like an empty hole that’s never filled;

I became more lost and alone.

You were my world and I didn’t know it

And I needed you more than ever.

Funny how life can be taken for granted

Until it seems gone forever.

You never were what they said of you;

You couldn’t help that you were ill.

I understood and I always knew

And will forever love you still.

Treacherous Heart

byLyn Carr

Deceitful one would guide me then;
To follow it now would be a sin,
I know this to be true because,
Everything it gave to me was false.
Trickery then became the rule;
When I let it lead me like a fool,
Mercilessness would seize the day;
As it lead me on and far away…
While it’s easy to believe its lies,
For it promises everlasting ties;
To fulfilled hopes and dreams galore,
It pulls me in then shuts the door.
In the dark I’ll search for light,
Only to know it’s black as night.
If I can somehow break its hold,
I’ll never miss the lies it told.
Allowing Wisdom in, then before long,
My inner peace becomes more strong;
As I learn Knowledge from above,
I’ll know the meaning of true love.

Love Rising

byLyn Carr

Blazing like an ambient Sun;

Searing onward sparing none,

Deeply piercing heart and soul;

Having lost all self control.

Washing in like a restless tide,

Searching through the great divide;

For any eager open heart,

Willing to let it play its part.

Then before they realize,

There’s no room for compromise.

Caught up in the Rising of,

This crazy thing that they call Love.

Falling out of touch and time;

Feeling euphorically sublime,

Lost in blissful connotations;

Soaking in all of its sensations.

Always it will lift them there,

Through its grandiose love affair;

As reason takes a distant stroll,

They will lose their heart and soul.

Caught up in the Rising of

This crazy thing that they call Love.

Whispering Way

byLyn Carr

Here I go again today;

Searching for that secret place,

Shadows coming out to play;

Quickly darting for the chase.

Now I wonder what will be

In that valley over there,

All just might be lost for me;

When I start to travel here.

Could it be that I’ll encounter,

Some tribal gruesome looking one,

Darting out from somewhere under;

The place that seems to have no sun.

Then there is that great big tree,

And creepily it begins to sway;

Always stretching out for me,

Like it’s going to take me away.

I know that I must keep on moving;

As long as there’s still light of day,

For the night is fast approaching;

As I travel through the Whispering Way.

Gathering

byLyn Carr

There is a place around the way

Where legends are born or so they say,

Like lingering shadows traced in time;

Seeking all of those who look to find-

They search for the lost and darling fair,

With lovelorn songs and long curled hair.

Never again to their dismay -

Will they be able to dance and play,

Like the lightning falling from the sky

They were gone in an instant, with one big sigh.

Never again to pass this way;

And all was lost in just one day.

Over the hills and meadows were growing,

A wind of change with no-one knowing;

Just how it all would soon turn out.

But in that day there was no doubt;

That everyone gathered in that place,

Lost their lives without a trace.

Just how or why no-one really knows,

But from that place a legend grows…

Twisted Rage

byLyn Carr

Like a mad dog they’ll lie in wait,

Full of poisonous venom and hate.

All the while they’ll want to pretend;

Of how much to you they are your friend.

Secretly they despise your very soul;

While they’re twisting and turning for full control.

They’ll boast and play every trick in the book;

While reeling you in for the final hook.

Pretending to have your best interest at heart;

Their goal is to own you right from the start.

It doesn’t matter what you say or want,

They’re always cool and nonchalant;

Making you look like you’re out of your reason.

It’s all about them no matter the season.

They are the ‘victim’ sometimes they’ll pretend

And to your madness there is no end.

They’ll lie and deceive in their dirty pool;

While laughing at you for being their fool.

It’s always a game that they have to win,

No matter the cost to you in the end.

The rules to them are always obscure,

They make their own of that they’ll be sure.

Beating you down with their rage every hour,

You’re just a pawn in their game of power.