Sunday, January 31, 2016
The id Post: What If?
The id Post: What If?: by Irene Daniel What if we chose differently? Curiosity over suspicion? Wonder over warring? Listening over shouting? Benevolenc...
Thursday, January 28, 2016
The id Post: The Light Shines Brightest in the Deepest Divide
The id Post: The Light Shines Brightest in the Deepest Divide: by Irene Daniel In the deepest caverns of our lost humanity the light must shine brightest for those who wish to see The bores of wa...
The Light Shines Brightest in the Deepest Divide
by Irene Daniel
In the deepest caverns
of our lost humanity
the light must shine brightest
for those who wish to see
The bores of wars and politics
reveal where we are weak
and how far away we've wandered
from the truth we seek
When face to face with our enemy
our reflection is revealed
and only when we face this truth
can our wounds be healed
The folly of our differences
melts away like summer ice
when suffering the same wounds
and paying the same price
Lost limbs, lost minds,
lost souls, lost youth,
lost innocence is sacrificed
at the altar of false truth
Of suffering and pain and shame
of orders to destroy,
for destruction of "the other"
all resources we employ
Until there is no more
our humanness done in
the rotted carcass of our soul
post-mortemized in heady spin
And those who clean up after us
tell tales of our destruction
until a brand new breath of life
makes our introduction
And in the very deepest darkness
we bring what light we can
for only our souls' love and light
can heal the tribes of man
Copyright 2016, Irene Daniel, all rights reserved.
In the deepest caverns
of our lost humanity
the light must shine brightest
for those who wish to see
The bores of wars and politics
reveal where we are weak
and how far away we've wandered
from the truth we seek
When face to face with our enemy
our reflection is revealed
and only when we face this truth
can our wounds be healed
The folly of our differences
melts away like summer ice
when suffering the same wounds
and paying the same price
Lost limbs, lost minds,
lost souls, lost youth,
lost innocence is sacrificed
at the altar of false truth
Of suffering and pain and shame
of orders to destroy,
for destruction of "the other"
all resources we employ
Until there is no more
our humanness done in
the rotted carcass of our soul
post-mortemized in heady spin
And those who clean up after us
tell tales of our destruction
until a brand new breath of life
makes our introduction
And in the very deepest darkness
we bring what light we can
for only our souls' love and light
can heal the tribes of man
Copyright 2016, Irene Daniel, all rights reserved.
Sunday, January 24, 2016
The id Post: On PTSD
The id Post: On PTSD: by Irene Daniel Surrounded by so much violence lately -- Paris, Planned Parenthood in Colorado Springs, and now San Bernadino -- I've ...
Thursday, January 21, 2016
The id Post: Piercing Revolution and Peaceful Evolution
The id Post: Piercing Revolution and Peaceful Evolution: by Irene Daniel Born of violence revisited from time to time war gives way to weariness and longing for the sublime Then building and...
Piercing Revolution and Peaceful Evolution
by Irene Daniel
Born of violence
revisited from time to time
war gives way to weariness
and longing for the sublime
Then building and rebuilding
a more gentle knowing grows
and seeds of peaceful evolution
is what our sorrow sows
But anger always seething
beneath an uneasy calm,
the bitter and the boisterous overcome
anesthetizing balm
Of moving ever forward
too slow for some, too fast for others
to claim a glorious destiny
for all of our sisters and brothers
Our creed boasts of inclusion
and equality for all
yet, in our human frailty
this order is too tall
For many perceive the fallacy
that if others win, we fail
but this lie can never depict
our true American tale
For we all win or we all lose
together, not apart
out of many, one
is the beat of our American heart
Born of revolution
yet peacefully we evolve
Born of violence
revisited from time to time
war gives way to weariness
and longing for the sublime
Then building and rebuilding
a more gentle knowing grows
and seeds of peaceful evolution
is what our sorrow sows
But anger always seething
beneath an uneasy calm,
the bitter and the boisterous overcome
anesthetizing balm
Of moving ever forward
too slow for some, too fast for others
to claim a glorious destiny
for all of our sisters and brothers
Our creed boasts of inclusion
and equality for all
yet, in our human frailty
this order is too tall
For many perceive the fallacy
that if others win, we fail
but this lie can never depict
our true American tale
For we all win or we all lose
together, not apart
out of many, one
is the beat of our American heart
Born of revolution
yet peacefully we evolve
Monday, January 18, 2016
The id Post: Our Faux Christian Nation
The id Post: Our Faux Christian Nation: by Irene Daniel Koch and ALEC policies, rife with exploitation, devoid of social justice in our faux Christian nation. Millions give...
Sunday, January 17, 2016
The id Post: Our Faux Christian Nation
The id Post: Our Faux Christian Nation: by Irene Daniel Koch and ALEC policies, rife with exploitation, devoid of social justice in our faux Christian nation. Millions give...
Thursday, January 14, 2016
The id Post: Saturday Mornings Long Ago
The id Post: Saturday Mornings Long Ago: by Irene Daniel Hotcakes sizzling on the comal, Shirley Temple movies on TV Sleeping in for my brothers and me And then onto laborious...
Saturday Mornings Long Ago
by Irene Daniel
Hotcakes sizzling on the comal, Shirley Temple movies on TV
Sleeping in for my brothers and me
And then onto laborious bores,
Cleaning the yard, the house and other chores
Running errands on my bike
So Mama wouldn't need to hike
To the store for this and that
Fresh fruit, fresh meat and food for the cat
And then I would be free again
To play outside or visit a friend
Sometimes we would take the bus
to the big city, an adventure for us
A day off from the rural mundane
Sweet distance from my childhood pain
I remember all these things
For when I do, my heart sings
Of love, laughter, hope and glory
The alpha and omega of my life's story
And I will never be alone
My memory of love is my home
Copyright 2016, Irene Daniel, all rights reserved.
Hotcakes sizzling on the comal, Shirley Temple movies on TV
Sleeping in for my brothers and me
And then onto laborious bores,
Cleaning the yard, the house and other chores
Running errands on my bike
So Mama wouldn't need to hike
To the store for this and that
Fresh fruit, fresh meat and food for the cat
And then I would be free again
To play outside or visit a friend
Sometimes we would take the bus
to the big city, an adventure for us
A day off from the rural mundane
Sweet distance from my childhood pain
I remember all these things
For when I do, my heart sings
Of love, laughter, hope and glory
The alpha and omega of my life's story
And I will never be alone
My memory of love is my home
Copyright 2016, Irene Daniel, all rights reserved.
Thursday, January 7, 2016
The id Post: A New Phoenix
The id Post: A New Phoenix: by Irene Daniel Once dazzling in the brilliant sun dreams burned to ashes one by one And fell into a bleeding heap that caused my very...
A New Phoenix
by Irene Daniel
Once dazzling in the brilliant sun
dreams burned to ashes one by one
And fell into a bleeding heap
that caused my very soul to weep
The ashes lay all strewn about
some blew away, some harbored doubt
Feasting on my darkest hour
that doubt grew, seizing power
And seeking to destroy the light
the joy and beauty in my sight
It grew and soiled every joy
it's as if I were Satan's toy
But my soul is not made of ash
nor dark despair, nor ugly trash
A soul within recalling thus
My origin of bright stardust
And when I saw an opening
a new Easter, a joyous spring
And from this higher vantage point
an awakened soul did God anoint
Revealing truths of many depths
awaiting me while I slept
That I am light and I am love
and always free as a dove
To fly away and to come home
to love, to laugh; still free to roam
For home is always deep within
welcoming us back again
And again and again and again
And then another bird takes form
in the clarity after the storm
Arising now out of the slump
a nameless, shapeless sort of clump
But soon the sun illuminates
the new Phoenix that awaits
At first a little baby one
not cute, not ready, not much fun
Fed by new light it grows and grows
and soon brand new wings it shows
Out of chaos, oh so dark
ignited by memory of love's spark
A new Phoenix spreads its wings
lifted by whatever life brings
To live and love, discovering new treasures
unchained, unbound by human measures
Behold, my friends, the time is near
a new Phoenix flies without fear
Copyright 2015, Irene Daniel, all rights reserved.
Once dazzling in the brilliant sun
dreams burned to ashes one by one
And fell into a bleeding heap
that caused my very soul to weep
The ashes lay all strewn about
some blew away, some harbored doubt
Feasting on my darkest hour
that doubt grew, seizing power
And seeking to destroy the light
the joy and beauty in my sight
It grew and soiled every joy
it's as if I were Satan's toy
But my soul is not made of ash
nor dark despair, nor ugly trash
A soul within recalling thus
My origin of bright stardust
And when I saw an opening
a new Easter, a joyous spring
And from this higher vantage point
an awakened soul did God anoint
Revealing truths of many depths
awaiting me while I slept
That I am light and I am love
and always free as a dove
To fly away and to come home
to love, to laugh; still free to roam
For home is always deep within
welcoming us back again
And again and again and again
And then another bird takes form
in the clarity after the storm
Arising now out of the slump
a nameless, shapeless sort of clump
But soon the sun illuminates
the new Phoenix that awaits
At first a little baby one
not cute, not ready, not much fun
Fed by new light it grows and grows
and soon brand new wings it shows
Out of chaos, oh so dark
ignited by memory of love's spark
A new Phoenix spreads its wings
lifted by whatever life brings
To live and love, discovering new treasures
unchained, unbound by human measures
Behold, my friends, the time is near
a new Phoenix flies without fear
Copyright 2015, Irene Daniel, all rights reserved.
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