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On My Tombstone…

Reviving some of my recovery basics. I need to read these more regularly!

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I’d like to change my tombstone up,

Scratch off items that no longer apply

I never gave much thought to it before

I once welcomed the day I would die

Words etched in stone, I avoided considering

I cared not about the how or why

I want an altered, accurate truth to prevail

Not cemented, false lies

Here lies Elizabeth,

She lived and died with careless fury

She lived a life of self-destruction

And died prematurely

Drink and drugs inside her, among broken glass

A victim of a tragic story

Suicide by overdose,

Plagued by deaths vainglory

Considering what I want now,

Upon my stone grave

Words, once accurate, have faded into obscurity

I now think about my life, and death, in a new way

Here lies Elizabeth

Surrounded by the light she knew while she lived

She spread joy and love

To a world in desperate need of it

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Encounter With A Winged Jewel…

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Zipping by, you caught my eye,
It was just you and me.
Elevated within a dusty landscape,
You danced among the manzanita tree.

A winged jewel,
Light, a servant to your colorful arrangement.
My eyes could not look away,
Mesmerized by the iridescent.

I watched as you took moments to rest,
Wondering if you knew I was present,
Intrigued that you were alone like me,
Party to solitudes’ peaceful gifts.

Upon discovering your name,
I find it suits your beauty.
Dear Anna’s hummingbird,
Thanks for pausing to let me see.

©E.D. Allee
February, 2014

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Walking In The Spirit…

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If I’m to walk in the spirit,
I have to take steps in faith.
It’s easy to remain stagnant,
A slave to my self-centered ways.

I must be tuned in,
Listening for the still, quiet voice.
Which leads me on the narrow path,
And buffers against worldly noise.

While the spirit voice always speaks,
I sometimes attempt to ignore.
Hands on ears “la-la-la-la-la-la-la”,
A sad scene for sure.

At times, the darkness I embrace,
Pours acid on my soul.
Muffles the voice of the spirit,
Making it less recognizable.

I get caught up in self will,
Seeking only that which I desire.
I try to make my steps my own,
And often walk straight into fire.

To do the “next right thing”,
I must obey Holy Spirit promptings.
An obedience I cannot adhere to,
While entertaining enemy tauntings.

©E.D. Allee
February, 2014

Pic: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/08/20/introverts-signs-am-i-introverted_n_3721431.html

 

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Oceanic Currency…

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I’ve grasped a sand dollar in my hand,
An unwilling passenger abducted by the waves.
I marvel at its masterful perfection,
Grateful the traveler has come my way.

Such amazing beauty discovered,
Oceanic gem, born of a powerful sea.
Delicate survivor of elemental perils,
A testament to God’s sublime artistry.

©E.D. Allee
February, 2014

Pic: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Sand-Dollar-143192187

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Thaw…

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Cold fingers, cold toes, looking to be warm and feel

Her face behind barrier hands,

Clasped to her hiding

The door was closed by a dark pressing in the air

She knew plenty, the missing

Time huddled icy and close

It was not slight as it stared her down

Offering to reveal what was lost

Strengthened by her defeat she emerged

With the unbound spirit of lovers, star-crossed

Reaching toward the suns warmth,

though she could not yet see it

She welcomed the fire before it came

It was he, he was there all along with outstretched hands

Bound to their love in open chains

©E.D. Allee

September 12, 2013

Photo By bulldogza, published on 28 May 2012

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A Poet’s Passion…

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Untamed, unfiltered, unbound,
Seeking expression upon void canvases.
Coloring a world within an ornate frame,
Embellishing life with elegant song and dance.

Emotions unfiltered, internal truths revealed,
Romantic strings strummed upon the heart.
Echoes of times past and to come,
Mirroring the surrounding world through art.

A flame, an inferno,
Producing immense heat.
Which scorches frozen souls,
With the warmth they crave and need.

No cap, no max, no attempts to bind,
A voice lubricated by inhibition.
Unwinding in a flow of erupted energy,
Feeding on inspiration’s gifted nutrition.

Poetry is the medium,
Which intently selects it’s vessel.
Received with acceptance or not,
A poet’s passion cannot be quelled!

©E.D. Allee
February, 2014

Pic:http://www.deviantart.com/art/Passion-337329232

 

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Wishes…

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Aim for the stars
And pull back your bow
One arrow, one shot
With confidence, let go
Wishes made
Wishes that came true
May never have been wished at all
If not wished by you
Dreams aren’t just for night
The stars are present always
Behind the lids of longing eyes
They find renewal in each day
There are stars made just for you
Set your aim on things above
Capture the dreams within your heart
And live them out in love
©E.D. Allee

October 22, 2013

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