Resuscitate

20.11.2010

How beautiful the sound of silence,

when love pervades the air...

Savouring perfume and colognes, musky

for one so lucky.

There's no need for small talk

No room for chitter chatter

Only the language of two souls

Discovering layers beneath layers

Revealing hidden secrets, places  -

places the eyes dreamed to explore

21.12.2010

Under covers, cotton sheets and woven thread...

Hint of treasures... a wild imagination fantasizes.

A fantasy so real to touch...

A pleasure so potent.

The innocent but not so innocent thoughts

Unravel and unwrap the present within

and at the first glimpse of a wish come true,

a shimmer of surprise, a twitch of a smile...

Beckons the child within...

Curves, bumps, hands and toes

Dreams surreal

Smooth, soft, warm, hot

Feeling, feeling,

... thoughts cease to think and 

Love's got a whole new meaning

body temperature's rising.

Clear

Written by: Rachael N. Collymore

© 2010

Splice

We take for granted the little things,

The moments that steal our breaths...

We take the beauty out of beautiful,

When we fail to see what was beautiful...

If we trim the hedges, dig out the weeds and clutter, maybe.

Maybe, we'd begin to see what was hidden

Maybe we'd stop and stare and wonder and care.

Like gasping for air, we'd be shocked into consciousness

Awakened to the manifestation of sight.

But sometimes it is the little things, seemingly insignificant things that escape us,

only to be discovered or recovered later on, if the fates allow...

We've missed so much because our backs were turned.

We've missed so much because we were not free

We've missed so much because we chose not to see -

Love in our midst, in our grasps, in front of us - dancing...

Trying to get our attention.

We take for granted the little things that mean the world...

The moments of life that capture you - memories of a lifetime.

Maybe our hearts were hardened by what our eyes saw...

Clouding the sacred, purity of a solitary moment.

Life can do that sometimes.

We forget to love...

We forget how to love and be loved.

We hold our breaths and neglect to exhale...

Turning a blind eye is easy.

Hating is easy, but loving...

Loving is hard.

Loving is hard.

Written by: Rachael N. Collymore

© 2010

Bleeding

I wish to purge myself 

Rid myself of all the waste and unwanted matter.

I do not want the heavy load, the baggage, the rubbish...

Cause it is what it is...

Fears fear me and not the other way around...

Call me crazy, call me insane

Take this pain and rip its heart out... 

There'll be no life left for it to live.

Hurt has no place in my life - not anymore...

Yet, right now I am bleeding...

Bleeding these words from my soul

Blotting out everything meaningless...

These red splotches have purpose -

Each drop of blood won't go unnoticed.

I'm planting this seed...

Deep in the recesses of your mind...

To the conscious and to those unconscious - I will shake you!

Give you a rude awakening... 

Too much sleeping leaves you sluggish and unprepared...

I want to attack the sick and rid the disease that plagues your mind.

I will move like a swam of antibodies fighting to sustain a life form...

White blood cells that you are

A new breed must germinate -

Must emanate from within - 

Something greater must emerge 

Than what is and what was -

We need to harvest a healthy produce:

Conscious minded

Critical thinkers

Leaders and Revolutionists

Dare I say, INDIVIDUALS

and not CLONES for people.

I am BLEEDING for souls

The ultimate sacrifice I must give that I could win a few...

Win you and convert many for the WAR - 

Cause if you have not noticed or realised -

We are in crisis - a desperate situation - making us instable...

Cutting us at our feet that we might not stand,

Bruising our headS! 

How can we think straight if our brain is out of whack?

Too many fools striving for Independence instead of Interdependence -

cause we need one another... we are a chain link.

If one link is weak, it weakens the whole...

Is it for lack of want that we compete and fight one another for the top spot?

The blind is surely leading the blind and I am irate because

for so much intelligence, it seems to be that we have lost our way:

Each one wants his or her own turf or piece of the pie...

Like the prodigal son, I want my inheritance now and 

you're yet to understand or appreciate value and what you have now -

GREED! Cause somebody told you, you had to climb that ladder!

And whatever you do or did to get there, the end  justifies the means...

Some fool said so and now we're living a rat race!

Survival of the fittest - kill or be killed!

The laws of the jungle seem to govern you and like animals

you live by the laws for lack of control.

You need to be controlled or there'll be chaos.

The word, 'harmony' does not factor in here

at some point, it fell to the wayside - lost and forgotten.

Erased from our memories...

But I'll plant a seed, deep in the recesses of your mind to germinate

Imprint it and etch it - impressing firmly on your mind...

So you'll remember:

The blood is red!

I'll blot out the profane and the insane...

These red splotches have purpose -

You MUST remember and know that when you cut me,

I BLEED!

Written by: Rachael N. Collymore

© 2010

Coloured Girls...

I saw Tyler Perry's, "For Colored Girls" and it shook me.

Overwhelmed by grief - A sad reality of the 'sisters' and of those who loved and lost.

I can't divorce myself from this imminent pain.

I can't separate me from 'she', from he who defiled her.

Pent up rage...

Mixed emotions bottled within me.

Uncontrollable emotions; anger, hurt, pain, anguish, shame...

"How could he?" No no no...

How could we? How could we?

Day by day, we turn a blind eye to the daunting reality of a society gone bad.

In need of a cleansing from within, to purge the horror that pervades the day, the night -

The streets, the homes... the colour, red.

Ashen. Stained by death that lurked and knocked on each broken door.

Battered and bruised. Unseen scars on a trampled heart and a dying soul.

There IS a "missing generation"!

I saw a mirror image of today; a reflection that rocked my core.

For Colored Girls...  

and we wonder why.

and we wonder why.

We've walked on graves for too long.

Pain rules us; pumps the adrenaline in our brain to keep us moving.

- I could take it... My back is broad

... or so you think!

These delicate limbs of mine,

these hips and thighs...

My bossom pillows your child... The one you denied - was yours!

Blessed womb of mine...

Cursed seed of those who can't tend to their own. 

... and we wonder why. 

How dare you! This flesh and blood is worth nothing to you...

but you use it and abuse it.

taking all my stuff!!! 

Robbing me... Cha!

Thought you took it all away and left me empty.

but these dry bones live.

these dry bones live.

My love's too...

You can't take that away.

Don't close your eyes. I want you to see.

Sorry does me no good.

Sorry does me no good...

but I got life.

Written by: Rachael N. Collymore

© 2010