Pool reflecting world
Surface hiding the true depths
Like most that we see
DWPenner 2003
Angels Drown
My soul is caressed with angel kisses as it tries to drown out my psyche’s lament.
Mags Alden Nov 14, 2014
Crispy Cry
Crispy red fire blaze,
burning blackened sky,
as my soul’s cries join the night.
~ Mags Alden Nov 8, 2014
Many distractions try to inhibit or completely cut off my creative impulses – but I know that my creativity is a God given Holy Spirit inspired gift, that God has given me to compensate for the struggles I have had to face within my life’s journey.
Weeds have their anorexic knuckles
Clasped around my melancholy neck.
Ready to wrench my head clean off my body –
In a vane attempt to stop
My creativity flowing through my extremities –
Because it knows my soul needs to stoke
The fire of passion to do more than just exist.
Oh weeds loosen your death grasp.
My passion fire is too strong.
Words nourish my soul.
Mags Alden, June 17, 2009
When every ounce of fight has gone.
Surrender to the sirens ringing in my head –
Resistance is futile my brain cells are dead.
The dreams that kept me flying have turned to vapor.
Entering the eternal mist –
Staring blankly at the ceiling –
Regret to exist.
Mags Alden, 2009, April 27