Hypoetic

RunAwayz

noreply@blogger.com (Colleen) — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 10:59:00 +0000

It's not worth the pain
To escape the wound

The skin doesn't heal
Only feels injected with salt

The physical injury
Will never recover

It only becomes
A visible indication

Of the torture inside

CLPridemore 2011©

Hide

noreply@blogger.com (Colleen) — Thu, 06 Oct 2011 14:20:00 +0000

Heartsounds change amidst the lagging neural fires
It's is as if I've seen wonder for just a fleeting moment and my body responds

Funny though, how's here's nothing there. No, no wonder, no awe. Just the change of the heartsounds.

Quick, quick -- says my fighting spirit; don't let them chance a tear.

I swiftly wipe it from my cheek.

© 2011 CL Pridemore

From h two 0

noreply@blogger.com (Colleen) — Mon, 02 Aug 2010 19:48:00 +0000

Made under the sign
Of water
'It is there that I feel my best'
Of water, I am born

Slow into the flow
It holds me tight
With lids sofltly closed
I see the light.
© 2010 CL Pridemore

NOW

noreply@blogger.com (Colleen) — Mon, 02 Aug 2010 18:55:00 +0000

The system
Of the multi-verse
Is perfect

This moment
IS absolute perfection

Let go
and let life flow

© CL Pridemore 2010

Seek Quatum Proof

noreply@blogger.com (Colleen) — Fri, 09 Apr 2010 16:25:00 +0000

Am I trying to prove ego?
Wandering to where we go
The dip between thoughts,
The one that appears blank.

Am I trying to prove connection?
Linking all matter and non-matter
In that non-existential place,
The one that appears blank.

Am I trying to prove purpose?
Seeking humanity's reason to exist
On this eliptictal orbit,
The one that appears blank.

Am I trying to prove consciousness?
Looking for the current evolution
At the mind-mapping structures
The one that appears blank.

I cannot prove the one that appears blank.
There is no trying,
There is no proving,
You only Will find find feeling.

2010 © C. L. Pridemore

Grace

noreply@blogger.com (Colleen) — Sun, 03 Jan 2010 02:38:00 +0000

Unease fills the day
Just tryin' to
Make my own way

Of meets were
gone long
The grace don't
sing our
same song

She feels alone
and left out
How do we
show her what
it's all about?

Spendin' time talkin'
doin' chores, but
not walkin'
Will give that
grace a boost.

She the gardener,
we're the flowers
she thinks she's
gonna get the boot.

No way baby!
The love is just
too full
to EVER leave
you behind
and honey,
that's no bull.

10.10.2009 © C L Pridemore

(Enigmatic)

noreply@blogger.com (Colleen) — Sun, 03 Jan 2010 02:30:00 +0000

Falling from his mouth
Streams of loving Grace
His eyes, I see once again
A familiar line of his face

We've known for so long
How to sing the same song

So why must we wait
To give away
What we want?

Why can't the
Creative passion
Beg for more
Until the light
Of Violet dawns?

'Cuz now ain't the time
To bust that rhyme

You'll know what to do
When you feel the dew

Until then, keep your head
Time's on your side
So don't pull that thread

Be sure you know
That you're in the flow

Don't rush the love
Until it's sent
From above

Be sure you know
Which way you'll go

Or you'll find it
Once again
That you're not
Your best friend

And sittin' sad and alone
Wonderin' what
you done

Just run wit what U brung

10.23.2009 © Colleen L. Pridemore

Respite

noreply@blogger.com (Colleen) — Sun, 03 Jan 2010 02:15:00 +0000

A mixed-up, mashed-up
Jumble of fears

Can't believe in anything,
Anything but tears

You say you love me
Yet don't love yourself

You give me lip service
Then put me on a shelf

I am and can be -- only me
Don't want you, if you're not free

I went quick across the nation
Looking 4 respite

But found you're lost like me
And you just don't get it

I can't go into hell with you
But I want to -- real bad

U keep puttin' me off
And it makes me damn sad

I stand B4 you know
To reveal my true love

October 29, 2009 © C L Pridemore

Right Head

noreply@blogger.com (Colleen) — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 23:45:00 +0000

I don't wanna
Go to bed
I wanna get
In your head

With your head
In mine
I can
Finally cast
My lusts
To Oblivion

I can salvage
Your body
I can ravage
Your soul, too

I can make
It all better
For one fraction
Of a period in time
This earth calls
One second.

Too bad it
Wouldn't last
A lifetime
'Cuz then,
You'd be mine.

Colleen L. Pridemore 2009 ©

Inter Mountian

noreply@blogger.com (Colleen) — Sun, 11 Oct 2009 04:03:00 +0000

All about what
I want.

Has been & always
Will be

I held so FAST
to that

Now I find
Myself Here

And I can't
Let GO

Can't let go
Of ME

Home is
No refuge

I can't go
Back there

No matter what,
I must stay
Here

But I can't let go
Of me.

I had it all,
Everything one
Would need

But what I
Needed was
All in me

No, I don't
want to be
Here,
No, not in
This place

Can't see myself
Yet
For the mirrors
are so cloudy,
they hide
my true
Face.

Crows of Murder

noreply@blogger.com (Colleen) — Wed, 15 Jul 2009 21:50:00 +0000

You saw my colors, you started to love me.
You became part of me
I was scared of being hurt again
But I gave myself to you
To teach you of worlds you know not
And FREE you from your suffering curse

I am not Divine, am only an imperfect Human
I have made mistakes, too
I gave you the key
But you didn't give me yours,
Only lied and hurt me when I asked for it

I never spoke in love to another man
As we were combined as one
But the roses you sent didn't go to me,
I only received the thorns

In my suffering test you removed nothing
Just made me see you really didn't care
When we decided to part for the best
You made the move intolerable for me
Gave me kindness one day, and more grief the next

I never asked anything of you
Only wanted you to stop hurting yourself
But you weren't ready to do that
So you hurt me instead

I took all of your abuse and still gave you respect
Until I was continually disrespected in ways of pure anger
You want to remain friends,
But I don't sit in dark places all day,
Trying to forget what I don't want to remember

The eggshells you walked on
You put there in fear
I made you feel self-conscious
Only because you began to look at yourself
Through my eyes
Being crabby in the morning-time I said,
Was nothing about you

I've learned the power of internal and external forgiveness
I do forgive you, for I understand more than you know
But you cannot be part of my life at all
You need more time to grow

I wish you grand strength
Along with the power to see your true self
As you are lost in a gray cloud of confusion
Full of fermented weeds

I know you are sad I left,
For you only have the mirror on the wall.

2005 © CL Pridemore

Weeping Willow

noreply@blogger.com (Colleen) — Tue, 14 Jul 2009 18:12:00 +0000

Near a shore of rough water
it drinks deep
through the root

It's seen all the seasons
and knows the colors of each one

For the Young come along
to sway in the arms
But then Old stops by
and rips off a vine

The Fateful aires push hard
as if to snap it's long trunk
Those nightmarish winds
Oh, how long must they blow?

That look of the Great Oaks
seem to mock it's poor plight
They stand so straight and tall,
hardly moving at all!

It always fears this Fall.

In little time it recalls
the mystic waters
which
keep the bark soft
And then leaks a small tear.

So with a sniff and a sigh
It now stretches out wide
to praise that great Aire

Then, casting aside doubt
of breaking at all,
It learns to touch
the Ground

Draft - 2009 © CL Pridemore

Bar12

noreply@blogger.com (Colleen) — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 05:39:00 +0000

The fall is comin'
Don'tcha see those
Colors reign?

I said the fall is comin'
Don'tcha see those
Colors reign?

It's time to clean
Out the closet
Time to smell the
Blue of Samhain

Down by the river
The trees, they speak
Oh, so much louder there

In your mask, you insist you're just not there
But I can feel your whispers
so I slow down to speed up
and find you just don't care

The fall is comin'
Don'tcha see those
Colors reign?

The fall is comin'
Don'tcha see those
Colors reign?

Everthings falling,
you're makin' it cold again

Your're makin' it cold again

Posted in Lryics on May 31, 2008 at 5:23 PM
Copyright © 2008 CL Pridemore

West Bank Moses

noreply@blogger.com (Colleen) — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 05:32:00 +0000

Festering Fools

noreply@blogger.com (Colleen) — Sat, 23 May 2009 23:19:00 +0000

Why do I scream so
Loudly in pain?
In my silence I simmer,
reducing to no gain

Is it me who wants you
or you who wants me?
I never know, so I go
through the cloud of rage

A tiger born free,
but biting on her cage

July 3, 1997 © CLPridemore

Myopic Gravity

noreply@blogger.com (Colleen) — Sat, 23 May 2009 22:55:00 +0000

The comet's still in the Western Sky
I see it every night
and wonder why

Why does it linger?
Why not burn toward the earth?

It's wide tail, it seems
like mist
As if it's raining where
it sits

Is it undecided
like me?
Undedicated
to a purposeful move?
Passing the time
with nothing to prove?

Movement is slow-seeming
in the night sky
Even this comet
knows how to cry.

"Feel the Earth's pull"
I urge that faint light
"I feel your pain
I know your plight"

I want it to see
what it should --
our awe and our fear
of the evil and the good

Leave us Hale-Bobb
leave us in peace
or destroy us in fire
if you please

Just do something
damn it --
Else I fall to love you

April 1997 © CLPridemore

Decades

noreply@blogger.com (Colleen) — Sat, 23 May 2009 22:47:00 +0000

A babe of the sixties
born out of need

A child in the seventies
learned to hold greed

Lost my way in the eighties
trying to find the real me

Now a product in the nineties
just wanting to be free

July 12, 1997 © CLPridemore

Unreality

noreply@blogger.com (Colleen) — Sat, 23 May 2009 22:38:00 +0000

Surreptitiously I spy the man,
the man I wed
He's only a photo, not a person
He exists in my head.

I'm so lost and alone
A singular soul without a home
Does he miss me too?

I think he does
I hear it in his voice on the line
We speak daily
But I'm out of my mind.

I cry, I drink, I laugh
it doesn't matter
'cuz it all feels the same
I look lost and unhappy
But I have no shame.

'Cuz I really miss James.

December 2006 © CLPridemore

Anti-Matter

noreply@blogger.com (Colleen) — Tue, 28 Apr 2009 10:20:00 +0000

"When you manifest what matters most to you; the unmanifested no longer matters."

Ground Zero

noreply@blogger.com (Colleen) — Tue, 28 Apr 2009 10:01:00 +0000

The answers lie within our minds
Using logistical, semantical reason
Will chase it from where it hides

It has always been and always
Will be

War can't stop it
Death will encourage it

For from the ruins come flowers
From the flowers
Starts the true circle

Copyright ©2002 -- CL Pridemore

Paid for War

noreply@blogger.com (Colleen) — Tue, 28 Apr 2009 09:11:00 +0000

Standing where he sat
an hour before
Finally, I could see

I gazed upon him
to find a missing leg
and no foot on the other

Homage paid to his cup
evoked a sound respect
Above him
the horns were mute;
Only a drum could play this tune

Most passed by
and didn't see --
His short time,
his turn,
Under the golden trumpets.

Copyright ©2001 -- CL Pridemore

Christmastime - formerly Marshall Fields Chicago, IL

The Nuture of Nature

noreply@blogger.com (Colleen) — Sat, 31 May 2008 21:39:00 +0000

I dream every day of,

Where or who you might be.
Are you the dark haired lady,
Who looks my way across the street?

Why is it that I look for you?
In the middle of a crowd,
Hoping that you might notice me,
And see yourself through my eyes.

It isn't that I've had a difficult life.
Or that my "other" has failed me.
She given me experiences,
My memories and most of all, her unconditional love.

But still my thoughts turn to you.
Where are you, what are you doing?
Do you feel a sense of fulfillment in your life?
Or is something a miss such as mine?

I know I have the shape of your eyes,
But the color of someone else's.
My hands are the direct replica of yours.
As well as my bodily shape.

Recently, I have learned to use my woman's intuition,
Is it such that puts the knot in my stomach?
Or is it just my curiosity?
Could this be the one thing you've left for me?

Either way, as I embark on the biggest Journey of my life,
I wish to be able to show you,
How I have lived these last 20 years,
Because I certainly need her, you and him in the next.

With all of my love,
Kali

The Other Day

noreply@blogger.com (Colleen) — Fri, 30 May 2008 17:56:00 +0000

Now, I stand before you to tell you something
I know nothing about

I know nothing of you
I know nothing of your love for him

I know nothing of this woman,

This woman raised by Steve & Kim

I know nothing of your first words
I know nothing of your first colors

I know nothing of your school bus rides
I know nothing of your Others

I know nothing of sweet kisses
Given to calm your fears
I know nothing of gentle hugs either
I know nothing about all those years

But Now, I know nothing of that Other Day
Just new memories in the present of today

I let you go now, as I did back then
To the capable arms of a strong, gentle man

I release you again my angel; my darling baby girl
to spread your wings in this marriage
And to the rest of this world

by Colleen L. Pridemore © 2005

The Other Mother

noreply@blogger.com (Colleen) — Thu, 29 May 2008 16:33:00 +0000

Once there were two women
who never knew each other.

One you do not remember,
the other you call Mother

Two different lives shaped to
make yours one

One became your guiding star
the other became your sun

The first gave you life
the second taught you to
live in it

The first gave you a need for love,
the second was there to give it

One gave you a nationality,
the other gave you a name

One gave you the seed of talent,
the other gave you an aim

One gave you emotions,
the other calmed your fears

One saw your first sweet smile
the other dried your tears

One gave you up - it was all that
she could do

The other prayed for a child
and God led her straight to you

Now you ask me through your tears;
heredity or environment - which are you
the product of?

Neither My Darling,
just two different kinds
of Love

© 1985 Colleen L. (nee Pridemore) Bohlin
printed anonymously in the book, "Chicken Soup for the Adopted Soul"

Kristy Lee Bohlin

noreply@blogger.com (Colleen) — Thu, 29 May 2008 16:06:00 +0000

May 7, 1985

Kristy,
As I now write this letter, I think of the day you will read it. What a big day in your life that would be.

First of all, I want you to know that I love you very much and I wanted you to have a better life than what I could give you.

Those 9 months of joy that you gave me were like heaven. I created you, so I felt I was perfect for you, a "perfect dream". But I had to get out of the dream and think of your (and my) future. I know what I've done for you is the best, but I long already for you, and in years to come I know I will grieve even more.

If you ever need anything, or would want to talk to me, here is a list of people who would be able to locate me.

I love you Kristy,
Mom