The sun pours with honey,


spread on a bed of rays.


Nature is moved before me


in God's guided ways.


Let's swim in the moon's sea;


slide through the Milky Way...


Our hearts of a brilliant hue


lead yet another risky pursue.


Out of my soul ... a spring...


My spirit knows


commitment, a covenant ring-


hides where wind forever blows.


Cover me in an eternal stream...


Hold my exploring eyes.


I feel your heart burning


in scarlet skies turning.


You speak of an awaited sunrise,


the language of my heart,


way above the earth, rhapsodize;


I sense your soul, my counterpart.


Never is there a love that dies,


a playful gift from the start...


I see our bodies drop to the ground-


Sing for me ... an amazing sound.

"Heart's Abyss" written and read by Sonya Rose

Have you seen her, high on a hill, linking earth and sky?
Her blossoms unveil the blessings of life.

Give gifts of peace and freedom to a heart’s cry.
Have you seen her, high on a hill, linking earth and sky?

The most ladylike of all trees, I can most identify.
Her fertility and reliability flow deep in the afterlife.

Have you seen her, high on a hill, linking earth and sky?
Her blossoms unveil the blessings of life.

"The Birch Tree" written and read by Sonya Rose

Mankind plays in the forest
on seesaws.
Starving children
run with ripped wings.
Repeated words they hear
find openings...
Broken dreams
fall deep in my head.
Let them go,
gifts to the dead.
Have childlike faith.
The Master plan is unclear:
travel in the world
without reservation or fear.

"Child of the Universe" written and read by Sonya Rose

My pen rose and I expressed fascinations
Trying to forget these frustrations
Irresponsible gossip let me be-
I spend considerable time and energy
Trying to resolve problems with the insight
Of a mathematician linking black-and-white
Genius and spirituality-
Beauty

Mathematically, I am ugly;
Yet my intuitive sense is searching for me
To inspire to be
Something fortunately-
I have experienced it; what does occur
The conviction of a final answer-
My sense: There’s no doomsday
Just doomsdays’, I feel this way

I met Mozart once in my dream, behind-
A large piece of music in the Mastermind
One idea, exciting, I thought
His soul was on fire with high winds; he taught
The complete order of inspiration
Telecommunication; I’m not alone in my vocation
His work grows,
And no one quite knows
How long an entire composition
Is finished in someone’s mind; my ambition
Begins before the musical prelude today
A feeling I downplay

In the morning, I glanced at a beautiful man
I missed the obvious; someone stole my superman
So, I listen to Beethoven’s music; mystical
He couldn’t...yet, my soul
Hears and he knows
The musical scores and sounds in his head, goes
No where; always in his head transcendent
Of human suffering and I am touched, underwent
Another miracle
Making it through the night, while I suffer ridicule

Einstein, Newton, Copernicus, and Ludwig
Still surviving, unimaginable; and a theatrical gig
At 12,000 feet, I am forming in a visionary sense
I am struggling to breathe, another day tense
Their expression is unfamiliar; the lists
Of musicians, poets, painters, scholars, scientists,
And creative people, who will terrify...
Why they do it...I don’t know why
It’s intense; politics
And I come off the mountain, the quick fix

My mother says that I am the lower elite; still
The upper elite are twice as likely to get ill
Unpin the cap to womankind
Intentionally stirring-up intense emotions, I’m refined
To inspire themselves in their creations
My emotional hardship of my life, underestimations
I hide too much pride
Yet you offer your humble inspiration; I hide
Escape with you in real misery,
Our creative city

A mystery, unresolved these experiences; quite
The painful reality of an unhappy family, one more fight
Why are we at risk...? Uncanny, not
Simply talented alone; forget it brother, it’s a long shot...
Is your heart truly imaginative, innovative....?
Our life is secret, did you know...discriminative-
I encourage you to reenlist
You’re in need of more experience; there’s a checklist
Why are still in your nightclothes-
Sitting on your window-sill...thinking of that single rose
Expressing disappointment; you rushed someone’s time
On earth, sent a letter of the dead and wounded your crime

Who is reaching out to the families of the dead?
Rapid thinking, a flood of ideas...in my head
Can we enjoy angelic visions anymore?
Of those who hallucinate...who wants more?
Afflicted with the marvelous capacity of the brain
I’m curious about such an evanescent image...am I insane?
Does your mom wear Army boots?
I am painfully aware of the camp and my roots...

How many thousands were, are sent?
There are no guarantees in visiting and paying rent
The site of this historic event
This is effecting...the confident...
The entire world deeply...
May feel off-key....

Paperwork into the deep trough of time
The remnants of a former battleground; don’t waste a dime
They are fit to fight and we should save....
I appreciate the soldiers; how many more to send to the...let’s brave
Who hopes, proceed with a feeling of communion, say
That unforgettable way
The intensity of their difference; yet we are left pondering
Wondering....
The impoverished human potentiality is a walkway
It doesn’t have to be this way
If we could control
Target the greedy, help today’s death toll;
But, someone will argue with me
My special ability to see
For life uninterrupted, we do nothing...
Another Saturday in blizzard conditions, let’s watch something...

Do we have to prove that a person has wit?
Has to create a masterpiece to proof it?
A rare gift, maybe; but, the artist struggles, exhausted
Confused, and useless to those lying in a warm bed
How about those dedicated souls in turmoil? Why not bother...
Their crying for their mother or father
Lover to save them....every second, I’m crushed
Both my creative and the depressive halves..."mushed"
I am uncertain...sliding down hill some more....
Ten thousand tons of snow...what for...
The snow has to go somewhere...what I snow-blind
How you handle an avalanche...falling into your...rewind
While you are in your shorts coming undone
Sweating in the hot sun

It is the warmest year on record; who out there is a loner?
Things are changing; whose physical vulnerability...who’s a goner
What is your drive...your personals...? My hunger is curbed...
So many are emotionally disturbed
No matter who is doing what...? Whatever income
Do we have the courage to overcome?
Our childhood programming...
The way the brain functions...slamming-
Are we going to crash into hell....?
Some things take time...well,
Jesus is a hard act to follow....
My parents have not quite made it; I swallow
Their struggling, discouraged, I weave
My failure to achieve
My maximum ability...two by two

There are things you can do...
To save your lives I suppose...why fail....
It takes a matter of days to unveil
A new established order...steer clear of war
And move our country forward...The eagle is sore...
I cannot repress the politically dangerous ideas
Their contaminating the prevailing...as (we)
An artistic idealism - chart
The direction, alternative plans have a heart
In the arts and sciences, a star system of stability
...too many cooks, respectability
Are spoiling the broth for half a century....
For the soup of change...too many authorities agree
We’re causing confusion....for the sake of change...gone.
Explain....the shock, fear...barely enough to live on...
Simple dreams are not coming true...
The world wants a future...to grow up...we’re in the blue

God-willing....the minds of intelligent and creative people
Convince the chosen to stop-ringing the bell in the steeple
Close our eyes to the reign of Zion-
To the rescue...defines our reality about the symbol of a Lion.
Who is sane, who is not...reigning
Can you survive...are you just maintaining-
You writers, musicians, artists, composers, actors,
Directors, and athletes...here are the smart factors
The instability of my poetry, soon...
Just a few miles down the road...I resume
My poem will someday end...
And all the wisdom I required, I’ll send...

I am aware of the eagles flying higher...
Of the highest mountain burning in me...the western wire
So many sides of us...the different sides of Einstein, a freeman
Sorrow still reigns after the mushroom cloud over Japan
Enormous pressure, nervous breakdowns, in creating the color-blind...
What degrees are you...in humankind; I’m snow-blind
None, mild, marked, or severe...in a win
Do you know Heisenberg, Fermi, Plank, and Edison
Darwin, Pasteur, Rutherford, Bell
Neils Bohr, Boltzmann, Mendel, Michelson, swell...
Strange-love indeed...still threatens us
With the apocalypse...what’s all the fuss?
And my friend, the mathematician is mentally high
Unstable...but, I’d rather hang out with my
Creative friend who has no threat
To humanity...so what he’s in debt.

And, I asked Herman Melville, what's the big deal about Mars
And Moby Dick...HM went away, locked behind window bars
-until he could finish the end...
I can’t possibly measure up...I am tormented, too...my friend
The issues of madness, genius, politics, do in fact overlap....
Don’t they....Churchill, De Gaulle, Lloyd George, Mussolini, and Stalin, nap
Hitler, Bismark, Disraeli, Lincoln, and Woodrow Wilson...the rumbling
Ezra Pound was defeated.....brilliant...yet crumbling...
Through the door, I don’t know...I hear the crying....our fate
Around here....in my country...we somewhat try to be straight...
The power struggle with suitcases in our hands....
We walk in this brutal world...having the courage to travel to faraway lands
To see the world the way it actually is....
I don’t know...I’m no whiz

We’re nervous...who is calling out our names....the Men-In-White?
The Men-In-Black...? If you see adventure, fly like the wind, like a kite
Another mountain to climb....in my head, I know....
The necessities...Take a shot.....taking risks, some how low
Departing from reality is one thing....
We really are all tired of something....
Amen...We all lost sometime....
Having second thoughts all the time
What does your beautiful mind see...firepower in the raw-
Under the gun of John Nash...I can’t see anything, never saw...

Let’s take it easy-thinking I am through understanding; yet have the key
The incomprehensible paradoxes of yesterday’s tyranny
So what kind of music....can we promise to plainlessly-
Dissolve the ‘ice people’ tomorrow...are we...
I see the destiny of nations in the hands of the insane...doesn’t it seem
The progress of mankind....my friend who is bi-polar extreme
Was inflicted by that mentally unstable scientific genius
Who damaged man and the environment....all riding in a bus...?
Opens the universe to human exploration....takes the chance
Can you hold opposites in balance...?
Focus...should be no separation
Into the depths of a future, our own creation
We are not the fortunate ones: let’s just have fun...
Someone is prying a beautiful girl out of her sun...
That’s not what she really wants...
The scientist willingness to test her ideas, hunts
The greatness from colleagues...not a lunatic....
Protects his creative exploration, grabs a chair to watch her flick
Is there a boundary to separate genius? Do I know the trick...?
A line away from madness, science from magic
Lady Love never smiles at Dr. Strangelove, a sad tone
So how can he break the spell...he realizes she’s all alone
Is anyone out there, he shouts....he’s got to know...
Newton was a magician; modest...he always has a foe

Close my eye...Is there a romantic image for me...?
The heroic rebel who may not have denied God; look-see
He’s fooling me, all-together...
Without uttering the name, not ever
We are loosing the vision all together....
If you really care...the knight of faith....whether-
I tread on holy ground, don’t desecrate it.
Sacred Earth....Orphan of the Universe who’s been hit.

Now, I’m in a lounge, forgetting my neck pain....
Observing everywhere...where love walks in vain
Shoveling dirt, adopting organic culture....malnutrition
Let’s go to the supermarket...important transition.
Glad I take an interest in biology and medicine-the pain
Your secret lies outside the brain...
Did you know...don’t believe everything you read-
Lay off the caffeine...these pills and drugs, slowly feed...
Killing people I know...so many different sizes and colors, a clan
What makes a man hate another man...?
Help me understand; Ecstasy is not leading me to paradise...
So far brainstorming has two meanings; my fingers are a twitching devise
I have a bright idea! Call this poem Jumble Me!
I can’t dream it, will all fit together...ABC’s in the DVD
Let me drift off to space...no trace, no race, and no face
I’m walking and sleeping...The Whiteface
A sudden jerk...I can’t face the night...
I’m in tears; I have to break apart from the suffering...right?

I don’t know what I am going to do about this feeling inside...
I’m without your love...suffering, in my bed, I hide

I never heard the voice of Christ; but, he is the reason why...
Where’s that area in the brain with mystical experiences? The eternal high-
Can’t help but think of sexual fantasies...still, reading poetry
Designed to evoke my feelings...not ESP
Money now on my mind...

My mother warned me of untold dangers...I grind
The danger of creativity...The Little Prince’s flower
Broke me down...only for an hour
Don’t mess around...the wound and the bow
Let’s embrace if it’s o.k. with you...no?
Let’s rise up...have fiestas...hot, hot, hot...
Learn the fear, the change less...our age, spot-
Troubled minds take their lives...trade-in
Dressed-up in my own skin...
No escaping....why some are so pushy, mothers
Attack all others.....

Oh, this new world order...we are aliens in our own lands
I’m crossed-out, worn symbols...shaking dirty hands
My world is now camouflaged....I want to fly-
Not come down....I have fire in my wings, prettify
Reason-to-believe that they’ll do it again...baby steps-by-steps
Operating deep within, guiding our evolutionary foot-steps...
This is urgent...They’re playing tricks on our minds...
We are evolving...waiting in lines
The seal of the creative...human touch of madness
Obsessive quality....unique, sadness

Intimate...
No thought of oblivion....mad in love with art...Fate
My heart is in my head....
So powerful....How are you feeling? There’s ringing...never wed
Who can we believe in....Who I should call now...? Leave-
The stars are still shining...I saw a star shoot on Christmas Eve
And I can’t see any reason...if someone drops and I submerge, my kite
Thinking in quantum burst of energy...my soul’s alright...
Listening to the haunting melody...the one I know by heart (sweat)
Can’t let go...am I dreaming? I can’t believe; I refuse to forget
Who is knocking at my door, at this hour...a junky? Go away (fried)
I’m not here no more; I just wish to be alone...hanging outside...

There’s no sound...I keep to myself...nothing wrong with my state
Of mental health...God plays with loaded dice...love and hate
Future I can see, let’s play...
Disturbs my friend, the scientist who walks by Route 89, that highway
Who can it be now? We are living in? A lie
Extraordinary times...How ordinary are...I?
I’m attracted to plenty...a symphony of souls...
A little bit of this, a little bit of that, Rules
A little bit of me in this kind of passion
I’m entranced by this consuming love, changing fashion

Charged with sexual fever...
Love from afar...unexplored feelings, disbeliever
For the other...it’s all been a game...
I have now discovered a new peak, the loneliest, the same
Of mortal reflection...a sacred moment...sanctify
If you can see...share the intimacy...give someone else a try...
The heavens can open rivers of time part...
Marry me...my world is filled with strange arrangements...one heart
The look of love, promise of paradise...what is your reason for living? Lost keys...
I don’t know all the answers...all the information....these
Intense feelings I all create...never judge the look
By your armor...unleash my knight; I’m standing in the wind...an unwritten book
Not waving good-bye...unaware you are...I am
It’s understandable....should I try like Steven Crane, John Lennon, Paul Gauguin,
Leo Tolstoy, Frank Lloyd Wright, Pablo Picasso, Henri Matisse, Eugene O’ Neill,
And George Orwell....who cares about poor grades....What do you feel?
Looking for an answer...trying to find the design....
I am still singing the lost-love song from those days-ran over, behind
Get back to the beauty of a naked Greek goddess, exposed in private...
My instinctive channels....intercommunicate
That music of that one human voice is memorizing, born out of time....
So little time...I’ll be coming back for more to my mountain-my rhyme
It’s not something which really exists, so abstract....
But, I have this streak of wildness....of madness, as a matter of fact

Suppressed for years...
I turn to Nature...to the night, in my fears.
To my pillow...not truly isolated, plugged into space
A network of beauty-brilliant revelation, birthplace
Programmed into the Renaissance, I find
In my theater of sleep...in my emotionally torn mind...
The cast shares a common sorrow....contagious grief
Makes me sweat from the bright lights; Make it brief
Their endured mental and physical agony
Does not destroy them; we don’t forget our lines; “to-be, or not to-be”
Why we are on stage...who we are performing for...
Stepping into the start of the Twilight Zone...our allure
My mind spreads its wings, return to being upside down...hauntingly, beautiful sound.
We’ll sing and dance to a new song; the feeling never goes away, I’ve found.

"My BrainStorm" written and read by Sonya Rose

There is an ancient legend
that in time of famine, a time so bleak,
a mother pelican wounded herself,
struck her breast with her beak-
to feed her young with her blood.
Prevent them from starving.
In turn, she lost her life.
Made the ultimate sacrifice; dying.

The pelicans elegantly soar
into my awareness today
with a strong message.
The image moves me in every way;
Self-giving love towards all.
The friendly pelicans are coming together
by the hundreds...now by the thousands,
and are hunting for food...hungrier.

They take to the sky and dive;
scoop fish in their pouches.
You, pelicans, out to sea,
on our beaches...
Can you help me
to take a bold nose dive?
Digest "all" with your large bills?
I keep taking in a great deal, as I strive (to stay alive)-

Trying to find ways
to spit out greatness...
I'd like to speak my mind
with confidence and calmness.
You, pelicans, can I gracefully swoop
and overfill my bill with waters, too?
Reconnect to the emotional sea and air,
emotions and thoughts; a heart and mind breakthrough-

It's these transformative, powerful moments-
that comes to this large bird with ten foot wings.
I am on their Red Stage
in this feeding hour ... What can I bring?
My blessings...
For diving Mother Pelican-
Plunging into our emotional depths...Armless-
She's digging deep; bringing a fish-
understanding to the surface.

She has swallowed a lot of small stones;
wanting us to accept new ideas, no matter how bizarre-
new attitudes, new ways of living...
to truly know who we are.
How these pelicans flew into my world...
I'll never know-
Pelicans hold many thoughts to themselves
and with it-nurture humanity, inward we grow.

Oh, you ancient birds of our intellect
always plunging into the sea of our feelings,
carrying with you insight and truths...
I'm drying my feathers-my wings.
They have become wet, too.
I was set to sink-
if it wasn't for Mother Pelican
picking me up out of the waters-on one last drink.

I see how many fishes are in the sea-
and how focused the pelicans are
in their catch.
I think about our own treasures from afar-
and what I wish for-
I think about how all our wishes
are like fishes,
and what else more can we fish for...than these amazing glimpses-

Of our universes ... who pick up pieces
and put them together in kisses.

"Mother Pelican" written and read by Sonya Rose

Open your heart and share-
your love by God's decree.
Pray for the suffering everywhere.

The world in great despair
fights to be free...
Open your heart and share-

Invite strangers, foes into your care;
Green peace embrace...Heroes of harmony-
Pray for the suffering everywhere.

Respond with spiritual welfare;
Here with me, heal the agony.
Open your heart and share-

Touch the center of prayer.
The world needs you, like a mystery-
Pray for the suffering everywhere.

In changing times, prepare
to march with mercy...
Open your heart and share-
Pray for the suffering everywhere.

"The Great Healing" written and read by Sonya Rose

A flower may blossom, wither
And then die without anyone
Ever seeing or knowing its 
Beauty...

But the artist can look at
The flower and freeze it in
Time – Paint it onto canvas
To live a thousand lifetimes

And a thousand generations
Will look upon the flower
And see the beauty it had
To offer

A beauty that once-
Blossomed, withered,
And died a long time ago....

And maybe some will say
To their selves – I wonder what 
The artist was thinking of-

As she froze a moment in
Time – and painted eternity


(a gift of poetry by an old friend)

"Painting Eternity" read by Sonya Rose

"Bride of the Sea"


Once accompanied as she ventured out to sea
A double-crosser enslaved her. Her vows broke free.
She searches for the coast while storm swords toss her.
Her crystal clear skies form struggling pools of blur.
The echoes of serpent sirens become fiercely louder.
Her inner beauty forbids shining inside her.
The storms of stress penetrate within her soul.
Her tempestuous heart battles indulgence of a fool.
Into bays of betrayal, her torn veil sinks.
The blood of despair, she hesitates; she drinks.
Closing her golden eyes, she rests on sea bed-
"For better, for worse" the last words said.
The morning after her body was found ashore-
By the man who sealed eternity to heaven's door.

                            
His suffering never escaped seaside.
"Bring her back!" Only the tide
embraced a vision to shore.
Her soul locked outside Heaven's door.
Reflecting ... only to fall down.
Commandments break ground.
Funeral by dawn seem to last for years.
The traces of her love buried in his fears.
Afraid to leave the sea of their wedding song...
The echo of her death humming mortal wrong...
The sequence of sin, the friction of souls-
The pain in his heart tolls...
"Forgive me, Father, for this night."
An angel in anguish kissed his lips, a sad sight.




There's nothing he could do--to make it right.
She put up one hell of a fight.
And now, she enters the Light.
She loved with all her might.

"Bride of the Sea", written and read by Sonya Rose

"Turning Point"


Have you ever seen a soul bloom in a radiant rose?
Or the hearts of lovers beat as one in the knowing sea?
Have you ever read the multitudes of minds speak in prose?
Or souls and spirits rise to a common destiny?

The beauty of a sunset, I could never draw or paint.
Sublime skies plucked from sacred strings of devotion.
Hidden thorns fall in my hand from the head of a saint.
Behold a staircase rising from the depths of the ocean-

Transcendental music plays to the seafarers, the faint.
Note for note, I climb in indescribable emotion.
Step by step, I gaze at the rose gold paint.
My palette is alive in freedom's face of devotion.

A tiny treasure of paints illuminates love's threshold.
So many steps for a story of life, to be foretold...

"Turning Point", written and read by Sonya Rose

"The Stinging Rain"


A dream glitters in the multitude.
Growing warmer, I am in the mood 
to dance and fly across the floor; 
through the underground, I want more...
Flecks of brightness dart in your eyes.
A Blue Heaven, flutter my butterflies...
I dance with you when you are blue;
laughing with you, too.
I float by the edge...
a tunnel of tears on a ledge.
So you run for shelter from the stinging rain: 
Just don't hide in back of the world by a drain.



"The Stinging Rain", written and read by Sonya Rose

I’m a Lover of the Arts. Love Poetry! Five-year Breast Cancer Survivor. Love my Sonny~

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