Food Chain-ed

Poetry

Elements

         Inner Strength comes from those moments in life that fill us with despair.

It shatters the weariness of our sad and beaten souls

and instills within us the determination to reclaim our empowerment

so that we may be heroes unto ourselves.

Courage comes from the conviction that our path is right and true.

It forges character and strengthens the mesh of our integrity.

It defines our desire to be worthy of something meaningful

while it nurtures all that we aspire to be.

Faith comes from any belief that is built upon hope.

It illuminates our deepest and darkest moments

as it quietly reminds us that there are no impossibilities

except for those we impose upon ourselves.

Beauty comes from the heart of the mind and the eyes of the soul.

It inspires us to love beyond the limits of mere mortals

and it justifies our desire for a grace that brings

meaning and measure to a life created.

Love comes from that Sacred place that can never be defined.

It challenges us to rise above our hate and fears

and asks us to acknowledge and embrace the qualities of

the Human Condition that move us to be One.



Copyright 12-17-2008 by Amy Bishop
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Not to be published without consent of Amy Bishop

Poetry

Purpose

I sit here instead of sleeping

The music of the gladiator mingles

With the sound of viscous bubbles

And the smell of spoiled bones

While she whines for the

Sake of annoyance and spite.

Reading great words

I am left with an inadequacy

And a craving for something of substance.

Desire is drowned by the humid hum

Of an existence that means absolutely

Nothing to someone and less to me.

If I have nothing to give

If I have nothing that moves

Me to that place that is finitely

Infinite, what then is my purpose?

To listen to the mind-less scream

Of a voice-less silence full

Of meaningless shit and shallowness?

There is a vacuum that holds

What I seek and it is sealed with

Fragile perceptions that mock and despise me.

Is there nothing sacred left that

I cannot defile and worship with my

Arrogance and ignorance?

Must I continue to keep up this

Three dimensional charade for

The sake of something that

I scorn?



Copyright 12-17-08 Amy Bishop
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Not to be published without consent of Amy Bishop

Poetry

A Winter's Tale

Dusk's air - cold and harsh, announces it's majestic silence.

A sunset sky, bruised with purple and gold rests upon

Barren fields richly veiled in Winter's dormant bliss.

Trees hide behind their dark and mournful silhouettes as

The Wind whispers the Secrets of Life to all but one.

Her Soul yearns to know the respite of serenity while

Promises of Grace are forbidden by a broken Heart.

Impossibilities are confronted by the foreshadowing of Hope as

Empathy weeps for her broken dreams and shattered self.

She waits for the Reckoning, praying that it never comes.


Copyright 1-14-10 by Amy Bishop
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Poetry

Waiting

The smell and weight of darkness

Is something she cannot bear.

It erases all moments of solace

As she incessantly drowns in despair.

Falling to earth with wings unbroken,

She uses fragile dreams to climb.

Knowing that angry hands are waiting

To crush her soul each time.

Ignorance bestows moments of respite

Upon her damaged self,

Despite the luscious bitterness

Of those who wield the belt.

She's trapped within a voiceless vacuum

With shadows bleak and cold.

Punished for simply existing,

She's made to feel ugly, worthless and old.

She waits to be loved and nurtured

By those who call her Burden.

She prays upon her grave for mercy,

And finds her self uncertain.

She's a child forsaken by generations

Of disappointment and spite.

Mangled and mauled by resentment

She has no will to fight.

...and so she waits

Copyright by Amy Bishop 1-11-10

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Beginnings

One day at a time is the best a person can do. Looking too far behind or too far a head can stamp out the moment of now. The purpose is balance.

I'm not sure about having a blog, but I'm going to give it a try. It is my hope to connect with my inner creative self and met some great people along the way.

All I can say right now is that I feel incredibly blessed with the life I have right now. My gratitude is overwhelming.