Ripple In The Water

Ripple In The Water

Calling in the wind a name

But I am calling to deaf ears

Colliding together, this story's the same

A thousand times, a million tears

Rain on my head

More to be shed

Ripple in the water

Stain on my knee

Gap in my heart

Part in the sea

To each his own they say

To each his own I pray

To each his own they say

Happiness may find me someday

Ripple in the water

Stain on my knee

Gap in my heart 

Part in the sea

Waking from my constant nightmare

Only to find myself in another

Crying for help, hoping he might care

Yet my comfort is my dog and my cover
Pain in my head

Nothing to be said

Ripple in the water

Stain on my knee

Gap in my heart

Part in the sea

To each his own they say

To each his own I pray

To each his own they say

Happiness may find me someday

Ripple in the water

Stain on my knee

Gap in my heart 

Part in the sea

Climbing to the highest point in a tree

I fall down but try once again

And when I reach the top what will I see?

What am I seeking? I ask where and when?
Despite the blood

I fight this flood

Written May 20, 1987

By Oktobre Taylor

Queen of a Fallen Castle....

Pandora - Tom Bagshaw

Untitled

Queen of a fallen castle

Why are your eyes still kind

Your king was never found

Have your eyes grown blind

Picture on my wall

Painting in my heart 

Balloon has been busted

With a liquid dart

Sensation can be fatal

Fulfilling as it may be
Lost in a mere statement

Who is watching out for me

Peering through my reflection

Question oh so strange

Child of the dark night
Looking for a change

I can see the future

Wandering visions in my mind

The words I write on paper

The meaning somewhere I find

Written ?? early 90s probably

By Oktobre Taylor

I Miss Him So

Final Act - Tom Bagshaw

I Miss Him So

I miss him so

Tingles on my crown

Heart full of love

Web on my face

I miss him so

Ear burning hot

Deep drink of air

Wrapped in his embrace

I miss him so

Tender kisses

Passion filled dreams

His beautiful face

I miss him so

Andy in my ear

Animal messengers

Dragonfly in place

I miss him so

Computer craziness

Lights blowing out

Sharing phone space

I miss him so

Street lights flicker

Voice in my head

Majestic horse grace

Why did he go?

Future so uncertain

No guarantees

Can I win this race?

Written June 9, 2014
By Oktobre Taylor

Author's notes: This poem is about a beloved guide who is no longer with me in spirit. They don't tell you that it feels like death when they go into a new body. We are supposed to be happy they landed a new ride, right? I wasn't happy at all. My heart broke and now I miss him like most people do when a person leaves a body.

Ch-ch-ch-changes...

Artist Unknown

I think maybe I need to say KUNDALINI more often.  It is the number one way that people find my blog.  I am genuinely surprised when someone other than one of my friends reads my blog.  I mean, I have no set form or blog topic. I am all over the place.  One minute I am talking spirituality and the next I am posting poems and the next just random stuff...saying whatever suits me at any given time.  I guess that is the beauty of a blog.  It is a place to just be you and go with whatever you feel in the moment.  It is like a fleshier version of Facebook.

Some people don't understand my desire to put myself out there and be public with whatever is on my mind. I have, at times, censored myself based on others' opinions and comments about what I choose to share, but I got tired of letting others dictate my behavior and what I choose to voice.  I decided I would go back to just being me.  If you don't like what I have to say, well that is your fucking problem, not mine. lol 

From an outside view, I am well aware how it could look like I am not really doing much.  In fact, I have been accused of doing nothing by a few people close to me.  Clearly they do not have the eyes to see the truth of the matter.  What is right before their eyes is invisible to them.  There is SO much I am doing on an internal level.  But if you can't see, why should I have to point it out to you?  Why should I have to tell anyone what my self worth is...what my value is?   If you don't value me, I am not going to try to beg or convince anyone they should.  It just is.  If you can't see my internal beauty and all the changes I have made, then it isn't my job to force you to see or explain myself. 

Honestly, I just don't care anymore if people understand me.  Some people "just get it".  Some people just understand and that is a beautiful thing.  I have felt so many of the people from my life fall away and the distance grow.  Friends I have had for nearly 30 years who I barely speak to anymore.  I still love them, but I love them from afar and with a sense that they no longer get the new me.  I don't feel inclined to share with people that couldn't even begin to grasp or understand some of the things I have going on in my life.  So I watch as they float away and become a distant memory of the story of me.

More and more I am letting go of my past, of my clutter that I have held onto for sentimental reasons.  I don't want the past to hold me back from moving forward and living fully in any given now moment.  I don't need things.  The things create baggage to pack when you want to take off on an exotic adventure.  So I am letting go of the letters, the bits and pieces that tell a story of my life.  I am letting go of that Duran Duran collection I have had since I was 14.  I am letting go of the gifts given to me by people no longer with us.  I am letting go of it all.  Those moments have been lived and don't need to be relived.  I let it all go with peace and love so that the experiences that are meant to come to me can reach me.

Bean In My Pocket

Newborn - Eduardo Rodriguez Calzado

Bean In My Pocket

Bean in my pocket

If I plant you, what will you become?

Will you become
The new life I dream of late at night?
A life unfettered
By the chains of living to survive
A life of freedom
Feathers cover my wings as I take flight

Bean in my pocket

If I plant you, what will you become?

Will you become
The song I hold in my heart and hum?
A string of sound

Floating through the air to reach you
All of the pieces

When brought together sing of a sum

Bean in my pocket

If I plant you, what will you become?
Will you become
A beacon of light shining like a star?
Illuminating, glowing

Lighting our way in the darkest night

Constant and true

Beloved soul who comes from afar

Written June 7, 2014

By Oktobre Taylor

Author's notes: It is like giving birth all over again. lol I haven't written anything in close to 20 years.  This is the first of many to come.  My new material will reflect the growth I have made over the years and the new direction I have gone.

Tree of Hope

Tree of Hope - Shawna Erback

Tree of Hope 

She cried softy on the hill
Beneath an old tree with dignity
All alone on her knees, tear drops falling to the ground
To the wind, full of feeling, life giving, with earth they blend
Old tree stood still and silent for all his years
But awakened when he took a drink of innocent tears
He moaned relief as limbs stretched and roots rumbled
For on this day, chains released, barriers crumbled
"Thank you," he said gently in his tree voice
A single green leaf touched the face that was so moist
"Why do you cry?" he asked aloud with great concern
"The world, dear Tree, has forgotten love. For blood they yearn.
I fear I'm losing the will and the strength to keep going on."
"It's hard," he started, "I agree, but look beyond.
Remove your eyes from this world's decline and mountain slope.
Look always up at the endless sky. There you will find hope.
Child, you're not alone with your feelings of sorrow and dismay.
Look always to the sky, something new is on the way.
You have been chosen to tell the world a new age is near.
I know this is so because you gave to me life with your tears.
You are tied to me now and forever with an invisible rope.
Go now, walk the path and remember I am the Tree of Hope.

Written by Oktobre Taylor
October 27, 1990

Twin Souls

If anyone knows the artist of this piece, please comment so I can give credit.

Twin Souls 

When we were light

We were as one

It was before our time

Memory? There is none

Purple was separated

To make red and blue

Blue was sent forth

To give life to you

Sent to another place

Red gave life to me

Twin souls separated

What will be, will be

Surrounded by many

Yet still all alone

Lost in this vast world

Each path all our own

Twin souls searching

For what, they don't know

The sun sets and rises

The wind continues to blow

The obstacle of distance

Won't keep us apart

A feeling we've followed

A feeling in the heart

With the gods as my guide

I found you, my twin

Our colors given the chance

To once again blend

Let's join as one color

Let a united light shine

Together we can conquer

Every mountain we climb

Written November 12, 1989

Author's notes: I wrote this many years ago.  I wrote it because of a sense I felt...a yearning to connect with someone I knew in my heart was out there somewhere.  While I no longer believe in the sense of twin souls/flames the way some do (two halves of a whole), I believe that there are people out there that are primary soul mates who we live life time after life time with.  There are special souls we are an energetic match to and sometimes they find each other and share a magnificent love...the kind of love people dream of.

If We Want the World to Change

If We Want the World to Change

We're trying to change the world

Trying to make it a better place to live

Talking about our environment

Politics and the need for a racial bridge

Drugs, the high crime rate, hunger

The homeless and the need for us to give

I'm telling you here

And now in all honesty

If we want the world to change

It must start within you and me

You can save the sky

You can save the trees

But what is it worth

Without humanity

We've got to make love for all

The focus of society

If we want our world to change

It must start within you and me

I see many obvious contradictions

With your words and the life you lead

Man on the street needs more than money

Yet for him you're unwilling to bleed

Oh yes, you realize there is a problem

Still your time is consumed by greed

Why not embrace a stranger today

I'm telling you love is what we need

Written  July 17, 1990

By Oktobre Taylor 

Edited May 28, 2014 to add Author's Notes: I want to make sure everyone knows that these poem/lyrics, for better or worse, were written over 20 years ago.  On Facebook a friend and I had a discussion about saving our world, etc.
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