JUDGE NOT MY SOUL
An original poem by Aurelia Blue
Screaming into the night
Shouting off with their heads!
A princess and a pea
Two doves tails tied together
In a knot that never ends
I wore my high heeled boots
Wrapped up in my burgundy fur scarf
Pearl earrings and pearl broach at my throat
I held my head up high
Stomped into that court
Amidst all Inequity
Plunged the sword into my own breast
Daggers already in my wrists
Can’t still my beating heart
FIRE IN A HEART
An original poem by Aurelia Blue
You want to know what is from this soul
I can tell you like the trees
Long branches reaching up to touch the face of God
Can anybody hear… I’m standing right here
Once I’d swing kicking patent shiny feet
Until the fire burned me orange and we ran red again
Now and then I was saved, redemption just beyond my hand
Rolling on the river banks, will you make love to me?
I’ve waited much too long and you will never see
Because it’s like the prophet told, blinded by an eye
The candle to the bottom burns and I see it in your face
But neither one will say a thing and so the darkness comes
Fire in a heart can be this way, so kept in, but burning hard
You will not break me, and I will not go quietly
Deeply, back, dark into the night
For when comes the apocalyptic dawn, I will be there
And with your eyes closed, your weeping heart will Be
Be in the light, come run with me, free, free, Free
I know an angry heart runs cold, a loving soul rejoices bold
Pain streaks in the window shade, Rosary in your hand
I still feel sorry for the white shirted man on the very first day
Why? I want to scream, why, why do I run again and again
How can you ask me this, what do you know of this soul
Did they come for you and drag you out, unmake you whole
I can’t trust what I’ve seen too many times before
Robbed of sight, yet not so blind
But did I miss what I could have seen
I knew the queen would burn you black
Because she did it once to me
Never did I want more to believe, but I have seen
Now they are gone, I’m still here, and we can never go back there
Soft fading light, his eye catches mine
As I unfold my hands, uncross my legs
Yes, he will not stay, oh but someday… someday
Fire in my heart, where has gone my soul?
I found it once in my dream, on the dollared beach of sand
Look at this ring I wear, a million hearts I beat
This is where it leaves me and now I cannot seee
Took a fire from my soul and tried to smother dreams
Running so fast and hard, I could not see
And now I hold the Greecian beads and I worry
Counting prayers for what I so desperately need
When there are blessings I receive
Eyes that can cry a sea as great as you
I don’t know what it is to Be
I used to know like the willow woods weeping down for peace
Kind of like dancing with breathly winds of Providence
A soul aching for one incomparable piece of joy
To just begin what others so effortlessly know
Feel a pain so earthly bought but bring forth a light
Carrying on the fire in our hearts
THE BOY AND THE HORSE
An original poem written by Aurelia Blue
Some look at you and see a demon
A curse sent upon us as a test from God
They see you as their Christian duty
A labor of their love
For you they hold no hopes or aspirations
They only se a devil-child holding a gun
I see confusion in the eyes of you, boy
I know how you’re feeling
I was there once too
They are grown up and they have forgotten
They don’t understand that you don’t know yourself
That, in part, they have made you so
They see you as a satan, I don’t
But then they didn’t see you one silk summer day
Like angels, you hair all golden and haloed
Kissing the horse in the rose setting sun
TIGER LILLY’S DEATH
An original poem by Aurelia Blue
A rose grows in my garden
He has grown proud and purple
I knew him better when only budding
Now he hides from my view
In robes of petals deepest indigo
Almost royal, too majestic
In his quest to rule
Lilly Iris loves him though
They’ve both forgotten the Tigress
She can be forgiven
For Lilly Iris loved her not
Yet he remembers nothing
But a weed of horrid root
It seems he was such a shade lavender, paler
When I knew him last
THE NAME OF MY SOUL
An original poem by Aurelia Blue
“Oftentimes my thoughts revert to scenes of childhood…”
These words floated on the air of a river far far away
As I grew up on the shores of a mighty river over 300 miles Westward ho,
Those were days of fire and no rain touched the land
Only wetted by the tears of a child who would have to leave her home
How I dreamed of a day when loneliness would no longer consume
Standing neck-deep in the waves of Rend Lake, dammed off the Big Muddy
Which flows to The Great River, I’d reach out my hand and strangely feel
No more alone in a world where water is the element that connects us all
He was just a little blonde headed boy swimming and sleeping in the sands
Of Lake Tippecanoe, no thoughts of future “only of you”… someday soon
As if the magic of little boy dreams could wash down to the Wabash
And into the rocky rapids of the Ohio as it headed for it’s crooked letter
Humpback, humpback home, where a wild little vagabond girl roamed
Then one day he found her crying in her new home, missing the water
And he brought her to the place where her spirit soared and again was safe
She fell in love with him there on the span that connects life to land
Kissing, hand in hand, Home again, circle of life completed, woman, man
Wedding remembrances took place there, time and again
Ten years into family, holding the little girls and boy by their hands
Throwing rosebuds into the waters below, yelling “Pooh Sticks!”
As they ran from side to side in the cold December wind
Snow swirling lightly as the sinking sun set the river afire in washes of gold
Pink currents washing all memories of sadness gone by from my head
Now the world is connected, my homeland remains in my core
Serged by arteries of water, pulsing through the vessels of the Universe
Chinworth Bridge the name of my still joyous beating heart, my soul
HYDRA HEAD
An original poem by Aurelia Blue
I wish I had a hydra head
Don’t like the view in morning’s dawn
Cut it off and start again
Make the face you want to see
Pretend I’m who you want
Me to be
I have nowhere else to go
Trapped in here all alone
So make me a hydra
Cut off this ugly head
Rescue myself
Begin again
Be the change
This time good enough
No more hating my darkened heart
THROW THE GLASS
An original poem by Aurelia Blue
I wish the river wasn’t frozen
I’d dive in and swim along the bottom for three days
I wouldn’t even stop to come up for air
After the first day, the need ceases any way
Just throw the glass
I’d have to swim all the way through to the next canyon
And then the ocean after that
On to the next lake, and then the Loch
And back out into the sea again
They’d still be standing on the shores though
So they’d have to come with me
I would never come back from no man’s land
THE MAGIC OF A MAN
An original poem by Aurelia Blue
…Well Young Lovers, I woke up in the middle of the night with this one and actually had to write it down by moonlight on the back of a piece cardboard that held a new pair of earrings, armed only with a purple Sharpie pen some little one left on the nightstand! I guess it begged to be written, so here it is…
The Magic of a Man…
Childhood ended for me at twenty two when you, my first love, were born
I can still remember how I secretly hoped Santa Claus would still show up
For both of us
And I stopped hiding the candy in the freezer and started sharing it with you
We conceived you on my twenty-fourth birthday, darling princess girl of my heart
Actually it might have been a day or two before when we could properly celebrate
As your father had to work that night and left me only with sweet kisses, everything but…
Holding you, I could never have believed such beauty could be mine
I never felt more triumphant when no artificial chemical masquerading pill
Accomplished you, our lovely youngest girl, never felt so strongly woman
Who knew I’d never see out the year of Twenty-six without a forever after limp
You’d never see me leap, we’d never roller skate, I could barely even dance with you
But our joy, yours and mine, in each other will never end, Forever friend
My little one, so sweet with dew, I wanted so much to be the phoenix rising from the Ash
Bringing forth new life in years when all my youth has passed
You were not conceived when we made love in the Lake
But I knew then, that all would be well, the magic of a man weaving such a spell
Your sister, my other baby, splashing you with its healing waters three years later
Giving you Real baptism as you still slept peacefully in my womb
The last day we spent on the Shores four days before your birth
A storm blown in, showed me I was not in charge, I have no power
The magic, a most Holy inheritance
Does God now close this door, I must not despair or be bereft
Only goodliness and happiness, the memory of that man’s gift
~Dedicated to the delight that is my children, with eternal thanks to the man who gave me his magic and let us know what it is to truly Be a part of Heaven. Oh how we do go on and on…
