{"id":156,"date":"2008-07-04T17:57:00","date_gmt":"2008-07-04T23:57:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/life-coaching-resource.com\/blog1\/?p=156"},"modified":"2008-07-04T17:57:00","modified_gmt":"2008-07-04T23:57:00","slug":"poetry-i-know-who-knew","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.life-coaching-resource.com\/blog\/poetry-i-know-who-knew\/","title":{"rendered":"Poetry (I know, who knew?)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Special<\/strong><br \/>Through clouded eyes<br \/>I have always been special<br \/>Standing taller than half the world<br \/>Yet shorter than the rest<br \/>A lonely height, indeed<\/p>\n<p>No wit, nor speed, nor pain<br \/>Could match mine own<br \/>Superior, and broken, entwined<\/p>\n<p>Yet now<br \/>With eyes wide seeking<br \/>Pain lashing me forward<br \/>I seem quite ordinary<\/p>\n<p>As ordinary as a leaf<br \/>As ordinary as a stone<br \/>As ordinary as a rainbow<\/p>\n<p><strong>Prison<\/strong><br \/>Prisoner of my own mind<br \/>How do I embrace thee?<br \/>Turn the cold bars white with love?<\/p>\n<p>I shout at the wallsThe walls of my shouting<br \/>I wail at the lockThe lock of my hate<\/p>\n<p>Loathing hardens the bars<br \/>In love, they shimmer and mist<\/p>\n<p>If I loved my prison,<br \/>What then would I call it?Is it even mine<br \/>To worry after?<\/p>\n<p><strong>She<br \/><\/strong>I starve for her so<br \/>I taste mine own hunger<br \/>Craving her sweet breath<br \/>Her shampooed hair, wafting<br \/>Through my brain<\/p>\n<p>Dance free<br \/>Curve and sway<br \/>So I may be free<br \/>For I know not<br \/>Mine own dance<\/p>\n<p>Come, nameless one<br \/>Complete me<br \/>For I was born yearning<br \/>Let me suckle at the breast<br \/>I never had<br \/>And walk, with blind eyes<br \/>Past the Divine<br \/>WaitingWithin<br \/>And swaying with every leaf.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Joy<br \/><\/strong>What joy<br \/>To be aware<br \/>Cradled by the Universe<br \/>In a bed cloud<br \/>Or not<\/p>\n<p>Delicious thoughts<br \/>My private TV<br \/>Serving me<\/p>\n<p>Let\u2019s start again<br \/>Hello, mind<br \/>I\u2019m David, or not<\/p>\n<p>Share your stories with me<br \/>Share your lives with me<br \/>Be just as you are (as if you could be anything other)<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m listening now<br \/>Curiosity, a smile, replacing<br \/>blind belief<\/p>\n<p><strong>Making Love<\/strong><br \/>Diving to the depths of being<br \/>Souls unclothed<br \/>Pulsing<br \/>Our racing hearts<br \/>thumping in stillness<\/p>\n<p><strong>Goddess<br \/><\/strong>I began, as your teacher<br \/>A wise man,<br \/>with years to his name<br \/>A provider,<br \/>weighted by bags of gold<\/p>\n<p>I alone held the key,<br \/>to the gateway,<br \/>of your pleasure,<br \/>and the way to opening<br \/>Teacher, banker, landlord, pimp<br \/>Master, and owner<\/p>\n<p>And now, I find<br \/>through some whim of God\u2026<\/p>\n<p>My teachers cloak in shreds!<br \/>My years are as ash,<br \/>floating in the breeze by<br \/>your soaring wisdom<br \/>My gold lay in the gutter<br \/>as you glide past it,<br \/>in your own,<br \/>hard earned finery.<\/p>\n<p>Pleasure is yours,<br \/>as it ever was<br \/>to claim and flow<br \/>Your body a temple,<br \/>where others<br \/>may drink and tithe<\/p>\n<p>The chain of need smashed!<br \/>Shattered!<\/p>\n<p>No longer, a reason to stay.<\/p>\n<p>As you approached the oasis,<br \/>You saw your frailty<br \/>shimmer and mist.<br \/>A mirage,<br \/>nothing more.<\/p>\n<p>You walk alone<br \/>A Goddess resplendent<br \/>Radiant.<\/p>\n<p>I have no golden cuffs by which<br \/>to hold you.<br \/>No finery with which<br \/>to dazzle you<\/p>\n<p>I stand before you<br \/>Naked<br \/>Without even body<br \/>I lay down my wit, my charm<br \/>my special stories.<br \/>Neither teacher nor student.<br \/>Not provider nor beggar<br \/>No tantric guru or exclusive\u2026<br \/>exclusive\u2026<br \/>anything.<\/p>\n<p>All that\u2019s left,<br \/>is me.<br \/>laid bare.<\/p>\n<p>And now Goddess<br \/>With the world at your feet<br \/>And suitors flocking<br \/>I am astonished!<\/p>\n<p>As I find you walking freely,<br \/>by my side<br \/>in the garden of not knowing.<\/p>\n<p>I marvel<br \/>that you are here<br \/>And at last,<br \/>I see the true face<br \/>of love.<\/p>\n<p>by David<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>SpecialThrough clouded eyesI have always been specialStanding taller than half the worldYet shorter than the restA lonely height, indeed No wit, nor speed, nor painCould match mine ownSuperior, and broken, entwined Yet nowWith eyes wide seekingPain lashing me forwardI seem quite ordinary As ordinary as a leafAs ordinary as a stoneAs ordinary as a rainbow 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