Poetically Skitzo

Poetically Skitzo


Today I’m writing like I’m losing my mind
metaphorically crazy lines
like Gertrude Stein
Yesterday, I wrote youthful like Shel Silverstein
manifesting to the page innovatively diverse rhymes
Yet outside my poetic mind
you’d find that I’m like
Langston Hughes’s “Quiet Girl”
and at other times in the world
I ponder thoughts of how death will unfurl
like my girl, Emily D.
At those times I just write to be free
to combat attacks from spiritual enemies
I write of the monsoon with similes
Thunder equals pain – tears equals Rain
Wind equals trial and Peace equals smile
After a while…
I can write with love like Queen Maya
and instill and inspire
ignite a fire in a spiritual place
Elevate and evoke
point them towards a higher plateau
Promote mental growth
in man, woman, boy and girl
residents of this not-so-nice World
Where the “Haves” rule
This now puts my pen in a political mood
so I write the truth harsh and rude
I got something to prove
to these blinded views
I got someone to school
Next…
so I connect
with Poet Laureate
Amiri Baraka and his Queen Amina’s plight
I write the fight of the non-White
poetically and prophetically I release what’s vexing me
Attack!
And then relax – relate – and release
cease and accept peace
let my pen breathe deep
Bob my head forth and back
and chill as Walt Whitman’s
poetic "Drum taps..."

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa

© 2008. All Rights Reserved.

Braving the Storm

Braving the Storm

My beloved dream is losing steam
Teeter-tottering…
Faltering on the balance beam
I yearn for its manifestation
So I must grasp the reins of control
And steer it away from its plummet towards the soil
But I am weak and the future seems bleak
Nothing is working out as planned
I feel out of the palm of God’s hand
I’m swaying in the middle of this tumultuous storm
Trying to stay warm
Soaking wet as I fret
Suffering in the freeze of the breeze
I shudder and fall to my knees
And fervently pray for the existence of my dream
That I must achieve,
That I must believe I will receive
But as the clouds crowd
The thunder rings aloud
I can’t see the silver lining above
Can’t feel the sunray warmth of God’s love
Fatigue and Fear coax me into retreat
It seems I’m headed for defeat
So I look to the hills and listen for that still small voice to speak
“Have you come this far for naught?”
Tried and teary-eyed
– I stand tall –
I can’t give up!

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2008. All Rights Reserved.

God's Gift

God’s Gift

This Jones I’ve got for you is the sweetest taboo
Like Sade, you’ve given me this bliss via your honey-laced kiss
I desire more of your love’s essence, more of this lift…
More euphoric elevation from your love spliff
I toke till I choke and can’t breathe
I am too weak to speak,
To utter for release from your passion-filled treat
I am forever conquered by your love’s sweet defeat
I revere you like a Queen at her Pharaoh’s feet
My fertile soil you implant and bless when inside your passionate caress
The glare from your stare keeps me there spellbound inside your care
Those eyes keep me mesmerized as I romanticize and realize
that the Father heard my cries
and answered in giving me you

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2008. All Rights Reserved.

An Ode to Neo (The One)

An Ode to Neo (The One)

Last night while staring into the windows of his soul
I saw golden flecks of love and affection sparkle in Morse code
Serenading me in psalms of ardent adoration with hypnotic prisms
Surging an electric current of ecstasy, escalating my heart’s rhythm
In awe, I stood on the insides of his heavenly embrace
Admiring the strength of his Atlas physique, and the grace in his Adonis face
Comparing the external view of his deep-set eyes to amber faceted jewels
And the brilliance within to a kaleidoscope of Autumn tree leaf hues
My mood was soothed and subdued as I ahhed and oohed
at the view of this mind-blowing romantic interlude
I watched with zeal as his love then exploded and splashed
onto the inner recesses of my passion-filled core
Creating an amorous environment for my mind, body and soul’s desire to revel and soar
In searching the depths of my heart chakra, I’d finally found a synergetic mate
Last night when love revealed in the eyes of Neo – my soul’s consummate

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2008. All Rights Reserved.

Love's Rollercoaster

Love’s Rollercoaster

I sit here and pluck the luck of a rose
In hopes that it will tell me if he loves me yes or not I suppose
I seek our horoscopes to cope with the anxiety residing inside of me
The presence of love has me looking forth and back dually like Janus, the deity
I asked the crystal ball,
“Should I let him in and give him power over my will?”
I want to love him deeply but I’m too scared to feel
For the sting of love is lasting as it pierces the heart’s core
Memories of its bittersweet touch are tattooed upon my soul’s ceiling and floor
So I shake the magic 8 ball and ask,
“Am I strong enough to endure more?”
It responds, “Sure”
Little comfort this answer provides to the growing fear inside
Remembering…
At its birth, love brings sunlit smiles and fluttering butterflies
And in its death, a monsoon of disheartened tears scornfully cried
Tell me palm reader,
“Should I continue to guard my heart?
Should I enter this amusement park in the dark and embark?”
Love’s Rollercoaster has an unpredictable ride
So there is genuine reluctance for me to once again get inside
Tell me, should I trust the “I would never hurt you” sincerity in his eyes?
How can I be sure his truths are not lies fraudulently disguised?
She replied,
“To acquire love, one must risk the prize of their heart each and every time;
There must be no war, but agreement, betwixt your soul, body and mind;
With love, you must not fear, but trust and believe”
Her words I received –
She asked “Is he not the man with whom you want to be?”
I replied, “yes indeed”
When I look into his eyes, I am curious to try with this one I esteem
He enraptures my soul, arouses my body and speaks my heart’s language with ease
So I went to him and placed in his palm the key to my heart and asked that he follow me
We entered the coaster and took our seat front row center
And raised our arms as the motor revved and together allowed love to enter

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2008. All Rights Reserved.