Category Archives: Poetry & Prose

The Kaleidoscope Turns

Light through a prism
Shines through my prison
Of tears and a blanket of sorrow
And with that light
Comes the hope that I might
Find Love again tomorrow

Light that is fractured
And is quite unexpected
Shatters the mirror of my heart
The colours that I see
Hold deep meaning for me
Of the promise of a brand new start

Light that is bright
And full of delight
For the heart that longs and yearns
Shines now the way
To light a new day
For look! The Kaleidoscope turns.

By:
AlyZen Moonshadow

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HAIKU : So That Butterflies May Drink

I remember once
The skies were cloudless and blue
The heat relentless

No drop of rain fell
All summer long in that year
The earth lay parched, dry

And in that same year
My emotions ran dry too
Like the barren land

I picked up the hose
My trees were calling to me
I’d neglected them

The water arrived
I sprinkled the earth with it
I heard its glad sigh

I gave it its fill
It slaked its thirst hungrily
And begged me for more

I made mud puddles
So that butterflies may drink
My reward was this

Rainbows in the air
Dancing in the bright sunshine
My garden now blooms

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By:
AlyZen Moonshadow

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Imaginary Conversations

He said, She said
Everyone says something
But what are we really saying?
What do we mean by those words
Coming out of our mouths?

We have Language so we may use it
But we choose to distort our meanings
By couching our sentences
Crouching behind smoke and mirrors
To disguise the Truth

Better learn to read between the lines
As one knows oftentimes
What one leaves unsaid
Is far more meaningful
Than what one says

Sometimes it is for protection
I shall not give you everything
Lay my soul bare to you
Because you may not return
The sentiment

You may be preoccupied
Or otherwise unavailable
And if I am simply Honest
And my words are simply the Truth
I fear I may get hurt by your reaction

So instead I maintain
A distant demeanour
I hide behind my facade
Of jokes, half-jokes
And all-out subterfuge

Yes we should all tell the Truth
But in matters of the Heart
Sometimes it is
The most difficult thing to do
– Dare you open that door?

For what lies behind it
Is what frightens us most
– not war, not strife, not illness
But the uncertainty
Of that new place behind the door

So we stand at the threshold
Holding imaginary conversations
With our innermost psyche
Trying to psych ourselves
To cross the line

Because we know
That once that line is crossed
No matter what anyone may say
Something has shifted
Something has changed

And Change terrifies us
Change is the two-headed beast
That tells us to check under our beds
And in our closets
While it sits on our shoulder

Be brave!
Open that door!
Cross that line!
Don’t just stand there
Having conversations that never were

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“Barbed Wire Heart Balloon” by Banksy
http://www.stencilrevolution.com/banksy-art-prints/barbed-wire-heart-balloon/


Poem by: AlyZen Moonshadow

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Manifesto

We are watching
We are the silent ones
The ones you pass by on the streets
On your way to work
The ones your eyes glance off
You’d rather look at something
Far more interesting
Like the crack in the sidewalk, perhaps.

We are the silent ones
The ones who observe and note
The trespasses humans commit
Against themselves and Mother Nature
But we are not complacent
We are not mere bystanders
We will, when the time is right
Open your eyes for you

The ones you pass by on the streets
Are the ones you must watch out for
They are far more significant
Than they appear to be
For they are the watchers
But they are only waiting
For the right time and place
To reveal their true selves

On your way to work
You do not notice them
They are just some other person
On Their way to work
Dressed just like you
With your cup of coffee in one hand
And your newspaper tucked
Under your arm carrying your bag

You’d rather look at something
That’s familiar and mundane
You don’t want to see, hear or do
Anything outside your comfort zone
No, you just want to go home
Hang up your coat, take your shoes off
Watch reality TV
And eat a microwave dinner

Far more interesting
Would be a life of parties and shopping
Of condoning behaviours you know
Are wrong…but you can’t be bothered
To say anything, do anything
You simply change the channel
It’s someone else’s problem
Not mine, you say

Like the crack in the sidewalk, perhaps
It’s not your problem
So you stay silent and do nothing
Til one day that crack splits wide open
And swallows you whole
And everyone else with it
Those that saw but did nothing
Are now nothing themselves

We are watching no more
We are awake
We are marching in this war
On the Seven Deadly Sins
No longer silent
The time is Now
We are the Warriors of the World
And this is our Manifesto.

By:
AlyZen Moonshadow

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Note:
I was prompted to write the above poem after observing, hearing and reading about the latest trends of this sad world we have to live in. People are so apathetic that they would rather watch videos of cute kittens, discuss their latest supermarket finds, buy useless junk on the shopping channel, peddle expensive beauty products, extol the virtues of the latest fad diet, or just rant at The System, instead of sitting up and looking around to see what they can do to help make this World a better place.

Yes, I’ll be the first to put my hand up and admit I’ve been guilty of being one of these Sheeple.

Then there are the empathic people, those who have their eyes open and can see what our world is coming to, because of the Seven Deadly Sins. And these people WANT to do something to help make this world a better place; they feel compelled to do something. All over the world, a momentum is gathering, people are starting to wake up and speak up. Things are happening, and they are happening NOW. Warriors are appearing from the ranks of the common people, to champion worthy causes and reclaim the world we have lost to these Seven Deadly Sins.

Wake up now. Be a Warrior.

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Eckhart Tolle Quotes

I’ve just finished reading my first Eckhart Tolle book “A New Earth – Awakening to Your Life’s Purpose“. Wow. Mind. Blown. I’ve sent off for more of his books. If you’ve never read Tolle before, I highly recommend All his work – books, CDs, DVDs, there’s even a deck of cards you can get.

Here, to summarise Eckhart Tolle’s teachings and principles, are my favourite quotes couched in visual art by various artists, taken from Google Images. All credits to the original artists.

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HAIKU : The Lesson

Early morning sun
A flock of birds flying south
The Journey Begins

A Butterfly’s Wings
A sign of Transformation
Leave Yourself behind

Open up your Mind
Lean into the Nothingness
Feel, float, fly, be free

As the Seasons pass
Nature Changes Her Colours
You too will be Changed

By the riverbed
On the rock you sit and wait
The Teacher will come

When you are ready
In the Now and Nothingness
You will find Wisdom

Let it come to you
If you seek you will not find
But rather, Just Be

By:
AlyZen Moonshadow

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In The Now

The emptiness that swirls around me
Is nothing.
This space that I occupy
Is nothing.
Nothing within,
Nothing without.
I am Nothing.
I am. That is all.

Here is Now.
Now is Here.
There is nothing else but Now.
No tomorrow
– that is just a hope
No yesterday
– that is just a memory
There is only Now.

Be here in the Now
And be Nothing.
No loss, no sorrow,
No loneliness, no anger,
Empty yourself of everything
And just be.
And the light, the love,
The rewards of enlightenment
Shall be yours
In the Nothing that is Now.
And the Now that is Nothing.

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By:
AlyZen Moonshadow

Note: I’m reading Eckhart Tolle’s “A New Earth” at the moment, and trying my best to practise what he teaches. Highly recommended reading.

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The Story Behind Rose Red

I was so inspired by this image I saw on Pinterest that I wrote a poem about it. The title of my poem is “Afterwards“.

Here is the image again, for those of you who aren’t already familiar with it. It’s called “Rose Red”, though some know it as “The Rose Knight” and others by its comicbook cover art title “Fables #136″.

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The artist is the uber-talented Dan Dos Santos. And I struck it lucky when I managed to find the back story behind this image. Told in Dan’s own words, too.

Here is the link: http://muddycolors.blogspot.com.au/2013/09/rose-red.html?m=1

Yes, it is an oil painting, painstakingly done by hand. No, unfortunately there are no prints to be had of it, as part of the commission agreement was that the artwork remained original or only existed as the cover of Fables #136 comicbook. The original itself has long been sold to an indisclosed buyer. Sorry, folks! But please, do read Dan’s thought process and description of how he created Rose Red, as it’s really fascinating and insightful.

Basically, Dan was asked to show the comicbook editor his concept ideas for the character Rose Red. Here are the images he came up with originally (taken from the same link as above):

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And we all know which one the editor fell in love with.

The rest, as they say, is Her Story. 😄

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AFTERWARDS

Afterwards
When swords are downed
And dust has settled
On the ground

Afterwards
When words are done
And actions all have
Come and gone

Afterwards
When Metal rings
No more upon the
Heart that sings

Afterwards
When Air is still
And blood and stone
Bend to your will

Afterwards
When Water flows
To cover bodies
Of your foes

Afterwards
When Earth is giving
Soft beneath the
Flesh that’s living

Afterwards
When Wood is cut
And fire heals
The broken heart

Afterwards.

By:
AlyZen Moonshadow

image (Oil painting “Rose Red” or “The Rose Knight” by Dan Dos Santos)

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Blue Stag

When I was living in Ireland, I once had a most surreal experience. Where I lived was out in the sticks, the house I was renting was surrounded by the forest. My only neighbour for more than a mile was the farmhouse diagonally opposite me, and it too was surrounded by the forest. Hardly any cars went past our road, unless they had business in the town 3 miles away.

That day I’d driven my car out of my driveway onto the road, but as I’d forgotten something in the house, I reparked my car parallel to my gate. After going back into the house to get that something (I forget what it was now), I got back into my car and had just put the key into the ignition when I heard an almighty rustling sound, followed by a clatter of hooves.

There, right in front of me, not 10 feet away, stood an enormous stag. He must have broken cover from the forest surrounding my house. He stood in the middle of the road, steam coming off his nostrils, and pawed the asphalt with his solid hooves.

For a full minute we stared into each other’s eyes. I from behind the windscreen of my car, he majestically from where he stood in the middle of the road.

I was close enough to note the soft brown colour of his dark velvety eyes as we locked stares. He was truly a majestic, noble creature. For one beautiful moment we were connected. For me the day suddenly looked brighter, even though the Irish sun was as usual hiding behind some clouds.

And then the stag suddenly sniffed the air, gave a grunt, turned and before I knew it he’d jumped my neighbour’s wooden fence and cantered off into the forest beyond.

That was the day I had an appointment to see someone who practised shamanism. When I got there, after we were seated, my Shaman friend asked if I had experienced any strange or inexplicable events that morning. I told him about my encounter with the stag. And he nodded wisely and suggested perhaps that stag was my Animal Totem.

To this day I still recall the jolt in my heart when that stag broke cover and landed right in front of my car. I am convinced that my Shaman friend was right. The Stag is my Animal Totem, my protective spirit.

And so when I saw this mass-produced canvas art at my local KMart, I felt compelled to buy it and hang it in my bedroom. Where it can once more watch over me. Blue is the colour of my Aura, I’ve been told, so this Blue Stag resonates even more with me.

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