It's Time!

Set adrift in seas of thoughts
our soul has flared and caught
barred from it's exploring
our desires are imploring-
 begging for more
 yet unwilling to store
 the trove of treasure
 that has no measure
it becons -and we
float adrift in a sea
of distempered minds
  rolling in our pride
  no time to waste
  on others haste
  or allow desires to abide
it is time
 it is time
 it is time to ride!

I in silence remain

In the silence I sit and seek
it is here I thought I'd see
but vision only beats -
    He isn't there to meet.
so many promises I heard-
drones of words unfurled.
they believed enough to seek
    yet their voices only bleet.
what I hear in silence bold
is the sound of my heart unfold
it is truth at it's best
    I am my own souls rest.
I can attain my sight.
I can do what is right.
if only I stand,  and move
   -if only I do and prove.
For myself I can attain
the heights of what remain-
as the greatest achievement seen
  -a goal in myself to believe.
I can, I trust
I will, I must
before my heart is lost
  -and meaning flies away at cost.
I rely on what I see entitled
in this field of free and wild
I am stronger than I am mild
   I will achieve what I dreamt as a child
I will become
what others have undone
I will be
   me.
- Janey,  July 2012

dreaming

whisper
sing
like a midnight dream
waxing
waning
the flow still remaining
wash over
embrace
like a children race
pitter
patter
what on earth does it matter
we are here
we are one
we have become
we race
we chase
like a starlight embrace
becoming the keep
of the rapture's sweep
we glide
 never knowing
where we are going
yet we stop
and think
and it wakes
like a sigh on the back
of a sweat poured dream
what was it?
fades
awake
- janey,  july 2012

One night

Whispers of a darkened time
 fragments of a lost mind
 shine around for those to seek
 yet I weep before I sleep
 for the souls so lost
 they cannot bare
 the greatness of the light out there
 I weep, yet at rest, restless sleep
 of thoughts that churn like oceans deep
 the waters warm yet sight unseen
 churning below my windswept feet
 what can they see in such belief
 thoughts that they might seek
 out such stones rise to the occasion
 and dare not ask what women weep
 and dreams do keep
 reach and take a breath of air
 drowning in the moonlit stare
 stars to reach and oceans deep
mountains to walk before we sleep
struggle no more at sightless floor
 and breath it in once more.

- by Janey July 2012

This morning my hubby and I were outside- 5am- before he went to work. Sun was not up yet- and blazing to the east in perfect conjunction were Jupiter and Venus- just as if they were a line drawing up the sun. it was real quiet- a bird I did not recognize the sound of alerted, and Johnny got a visitor, came within 5 feet of him- a beautiful kit fox. I wish I'd had my camera! But here's a stock photo looking very similar to the one we saw for those who don't know a kit fox. It was so cool. - right on the front step. 
This is significant only because we are in the city.

Borrowed

Borrowed Notions
Borrowed beliefs
Spare your judgments
where's the truth behind what you speak

to say you know
to speak your truth
is a misconception
of dried up youth

you know your life
you know your story
your shoes you've filled
with  other's glory-

borrowed time
borrowed things
have you asked yourself
what you believe

all your pain
is all your own
you've not lived mine
yet you cast your stones

don't waste your breath on me
I have better things to see
don't place your fear on me
where's the origin of your dreams?

don't cast your stones on me


- Janey,     July 2012

When you hear, "Mom, You're awesome..." in a rushed, passing statement. Grab it. Hold on to it. Smile. It's one of the few cherished rewards that sometimes fall between Mother's Day and Christmas, if you're lucky. In it's rush and fever, it's genuine and real; and not heard enough by most mothers in the world.
 "Ours is thankless job," my own mother warned me after I had my first son. I didn't believe her...at first.  Then I survived  the time of sleepless nights, - of bottles, diapers, dishes, laundry, and bandaids. And then, I understood.
Now, on the rare occasion when I have a "Mom, you're awesome" Day - I hold it more valued and cherished than any given holiday. Because if I am lucky enough to hear it, I've done alright. A good job. And for that moment I am appreciated for that. I'll take it. Quietly, and smile the rest of the way through- like a present just opened, unexpected and real. My gift. I'll take it. Any chance I can. Because it can't falter under force or obligation. . It wasn't guilted into being by mass media influencing the market or commercialized. It was there.. heart from heart, love to love, child to Mom. Thank you for that. :) Thank you.
When you hear yours, accept it, take it, enjoy it -  stop for a moment and feel it. It's like an impromptu hug right when you need it. Smile, it's yours! It's genuine, it's real. However often it occurs! Accept it, love it.
You have done an awesome job, Mom. 
Smile.
It's real. It's genuine. It's true. -and you deserve it too.
Good job, Mom!