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Untitled III

– Janet Caldwell

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Untitled III

Now I lay me down to sleep . . .

in this 3rd dimension

schemish / dream.
Once more . . . if to you
I should not speak
know that I carry

you in my crutched heart

and a razor between my teeth.
These retched color-filled themed dreams
and those unrehearsed outdreams
with no pain, no screams, or satiation
are together forever, it seems.

Suffer me not to stay around.
The tares are not
satisfying but dessicated
and very weak.

I can barley speak.

I’m famished

and I have been ravished
for far too long . . .

these meals . . .

were at the time
so ghostly cold

this was quite tragic

they needed heat

I needed light and warmth.

I took nourishment to make me whole

bathed in the peaceful garden pond
to wash me clean . . .

to make me grow.
I continue to scatter seeds
of hope, joy, love and peace.

In trust, I lay me down to sleep . . .
to awaken to a meal worth eating.

 

© JPC April 13, 2013 . . . Janet P. Caldwell . . .

 

Thank you for reading . . . <3

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Unclothed

– Janet Caldwell

Unclothed

I noticed that proud oak tree
and marveled at how long
it had stood there reverently.

Offering shade

to you
to me

and then came a gentle breeze.

stirring the branches
the leaves appeared to dance
then the shedding began
they fell so easily
as I watched in a trance

I marveled at how long
they held on tight
through the varied storms of life

Like shedding an old skin
it reminded me of life
death and rebirth
. . . come Spring.

I too was shedding
a part of me
old dogmas removed

thoughts
rearranged
changed

into
I am
thinking

while drinking
from this cup of eternity.

Like that tree in Winter
I felt naked at first
but soon realized that I
needed to be unclothed

like David
and the Emperor
I had to be unbound
to know the truth

free from the lies
that strangled me
that made me a lesser me
and almost mangled me.

Soon, I was comfortable
wearing the cloth of

humanity
humility
eternally

yes, a better me, evolved
no clothes, necessary
only love be donned.

© Janet Caldwell October 05, 2012

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Yes, I will

– Janet Caldwell

I did not want to go into this blind.
Tossing my favorite, rose colored glasses aside.

Inspecting the landscape, I took my time.
Searching the mountains high and the valleys below.

Old knee scrapes, from tumbling down
love’s craggy hill, made me cautious and slow.

Time? I am taking it still…
rest assured my love, I will.

The time for uncertainty has passed.
The abuses of yesteryear, have escaped.

Daggers no longer puncture a fragile heart
or the crevices of my mind.

You reintroduced me to self, once shelved, later buried.
I am strong and courageous, willing to shine.

You know, that funny lady with the great smile?
The abundance of love is busting, I have light to share.

Easy going, most days…always loving, even during
those perceived frightening times, I Am..self aware.

Thank you, My Love, for your patience
and a never ending kindness that breathes life…
into self possessed funeral pyres.

I love you more than I can say. And the answer
to your question is, yes, yes I will.

© Janet Caldwell February 06, 2012
Pic: Google Images 2011

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Meet Love

– Janet Caldwell

Love has always been here. She fed me,
led me, held me close and whispered
sweet somethings in my ear. Swayed
me, prayed me, serenaded and
ceremoniously sated me.

She cannot be contained or
hoarded. She gives freely
and she must be given away
immediately.

She’s a gentle whisper in the breeze
dancing clouds, the shards of light
striking through my trees.

The cup of water you gave to a thirsty soul.
She’s compassion and mercy divine.
She asks for nothing…she is the only
one that I know that when given, divided
for you and me…she’s never less
than, she multiples, again and again.

Meet my friend.
Love never fails.

© Janet Caldwell September 13, 2011
Pic: Google Images

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Star Dancer

– Janet Caldwell

While walking down the hateful hall
she was trembling. Scurrying to an
unwelcoming class of destroyers.

No acceptance, no relief.
They said she was different,
aren’t we all?

Their opinions and acts
were wrecking ball madness.
Leaving her piled into a heap of ruins.

They walked down a quiet aisle
to see the fruits of wrecking ball
madness. She was no longer afraid
but forever dances on a star.

© Janet Caldwell October 8, 2010
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