Archiving old poems...

I had an angelfire page many a year ago with some of my poetry on it. I never go there any more, so I googled me and found it again. I figure it doesn't do any good to rely solely on that page to keep my poems, so I will post them here to keep them safe and warm.

Some are contemplative, some are a bit angry, some are heartsick, some are lovesick...just all a jumble of Nikki emotions, which are truly a jumble indeed.

Hoping this works.

Divine Revelations:
by: AradiaRising (aka. Nikki)

You say to look within your book
and seek my answers there.
You say if truth lies not with him
it isn't anywhere.
You say it is the "gift of life"
and only way for me
to save my poor and wretched soul
from Hell's eternity.
I wonder where it all began
and where humans went wrong
that they would seek truth from a book
and not in nature's song.
You tell me that this "truth" of yours
was handed down from God
directly to his messengers
and written down... How odd
to me that you would see
divine in written word
and yet ignore the sacred voice
that in nature is heard.
I tell you that I need no tome
to speak to me of "the way"
as God and Goddess can be seen
and heard around me every day.
The whispy curls of sunlight
breaking forward with the dawn,
the laughter of the flowers
blooming, scattered on my lawn;
The singing of the bluebird,
the laughter of a child,
the warm caress of moonlight
on a night so warm and mild;
The autumn leaves that dance
the coming of winter on the wind,
the peaceful sleep that comforts us
as our lives come to an end;
The deepest blue of twilight,
the whipser of a breeze,
The wonder of the workings
of the ants, crickets, and bees;
The sacred touch of a lover
in the moment when two are one,
the glory of an infant's cry
when a new life is begun.
In all these wonders of our world
and the beauty of creation
is it not more than evident
where to find "Divine Revelation"?

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When Spirits Speak
by: AradiaRisising (Nikki)

No...
it's not with words they speak...
not that you can hear.
Their summer sun-beam message
is only clear
to those who listen
with heart,
with soul,
with inner quiet of night.
The flutter of butterfly Spirit songs
will not clang,
or crash,
or sing with the heavenly choir.
The words of those passed
dances with leaves on the wind...
never to end
with a dream
or a sigh...
or even a "goodbye"...
So why is it that you cry?
"You know I never left you....
I only had to change for a while....
I had to grow..."
they sing this upon the winter snow,
in the secret hide-outs
where only children may go.
They scamper their chorus
to and fro
with the fairies in the garden...
there..hiding in the morning dew...
Can you not hear their
"I love you"?
And still you tell me they are gone...
yet everywhere they TELL you...
"I live on...."

You come to me...
I DO see them and feel them...
as you with me...
yet this is not how they want it to be.
Every time they come to me
they are rainy-day heartbroken...
for you do not understand
and cannot open
yourself to them...
any more...
and so without YOU...
they are lonely too.
Open your souls
that you might know
their peace...
and they might show
with spring's rebirth
how we grow
and glow...
for eternity.

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Victorious
by: Nikki

Shattered dreams,
shards of glass
thin as paper leaves
scattered on the winds of change.
My heart betrayed my soul again
stabbing it's ever-feeling,
flowing,
burning blade
through what was left
of one once enlightened,
then only frightened.

You left me here
to bear your tears,
facing my fears...
and losing the delicate grasp
on the jagged edge of my sanity.
Where were you,
when my heart bled rivers of pain;
when the caverns of loneliness
swallowed me up;
when the cold steely taste of death
was gnashing it's teeth at my throat...
as I cried out your name
for seemingly endless eternities?
Where was your rose-petal soft caress then?
Where was your angel-light,
ever-guiding,
gliding effortlessly
on whispy wings of starlight?

I died a thousand deaths each day,
and each night a million more...
while every guilt-ridden,
maddened thought tore
through my spirit with talons of ice...
cold...
just like you...

I fought my way
through the pitch-black-hole of depression,
through the seering anger of those
once loved,
scorching my very being.
I fought with hasty words of magick,
spoken on moonlit nights...
not quite a magick of white...
but of desperation
and starvation...
for the love that is my oxygen,
my sustanence...
for what you would not...
for US...

and I won.

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I'll post more in another blog, as this one is getting long.