Impurity

I'm pure-
Impure
With imperfections of my soul.
And I shake
Out of control.
The screaming ache
To shed my skin
And expose the writhing
Creature within.

To end all misunderstanding- I pass
Through multi-mirrored tunnels
Of time, kaleidoscope in the looking glass.
The spirit funneled
And rushing past
As I pull at the tornado grip
Rip at the blast,
Running, I trip
And fall fast.

9/95

- L.R. Walker

(featured in the poetry forum 04.04.10)

I Roar

Shrinking, I wither
under his gaze,
Failing to understand
the games he plays.
He steals my identity,
In so many little ways
Compromising me,
He thinks I am his- Owned,
Possessed by him implicitly.
And all my secrets known
To him, but I keep my secrets hidden
Behind my smiles, these eyes shield
A rebellious heart, unbidden,
and unwilling to yield.

I won't sacrifice myself so he can grow,
I won't discard all that's mine,
By now he should know
It's not by him I'll be defined
By the windy words he blows.
I will see my bed is lined
With feathers plucked
Of moments and memories, of my experience
My own adventures, And it's not luck
Guarding my independence.
I refuse his rules that keep me tucked
And disregard his fences

I challenge all his expectations,
And throw his will back in his face
I won't bend to his frustrations,
And I won't stay in his place.
He doesn't catch the implications
Regardless of the chase.
He thinks I might be caught,
In his cage with locked door,
But this woman is certainly not
Acquiescing, or falling to the floor,
I am powerful alone, my own rock,
A WOMAN strong and free, hear me roar.

10/94

- L.R. Walker

(added 04.04.10)

Acceptance Milk

The milk of change was delivered to my door
I brought it in and drank- the acceptance
Of such sweet brew
Turned me round to what I was before.
The past became, mere history
Was swept aside, and I grew
To understand all that lived in me.

I searched, and somehow found
The understanding that led me to wander
Through so many lonely days. Within my reach
Was my every need, drowned
In the trash of sorrows I'd hoard;
Hoping not to lose a moment in that heap,
And still trying to find room for more.

Fighting every fact, and still stirred
The remnants of grief that lurked
In the unfulfilled shadows of my need.
Would content acceptance work?
And could my heart now learn
To train my thoughts and all my words
To step gently where they tread,
Cautious of the gluttonous greed
Of expectations demanding to be fed?

10/95

- L.R. Walker

(added 04.04.10)

Epiphany & Serendipity Collide

As chance dictated, and fate would guide,
I felt the moment you and I and serendipity collide.
Coincidence be damned, I know the push of destiny's hand,
And I feel wisdom's truth
In each subsequent epiphany
I see you, my soular muse,
Come dance, sing, fly with me.
In a mad swirl of wings and words, and breath you sweep
The dust off dreams long-denied and concealed.
The Phoenix rouses me from my sleep,
My cocoon falls away like ashes, and the butterfly is revealed.

- L.R. Walker

(featured in the poetry forum 02.14.10)