La Vie En Rose

 La vie en Rose
Ahh, such sweet cadences
Living me my mind with the purest of senses
Feeling my senses a wanting, for living without any defences
My heart my mind battling most times for a reason to live
Extenuatingly not my mind my senses
My salvation within my mind this music rising into a crescendo
Like thunder levitating me my mind into nothingness
As I lift my arms up high, swaying eyes shut
Feeling the rhythm hugging myself dreaming.
Ahh, the cadences !
Reaching a crescendo, regressing to a piano pianissimo
Dancing cheek to cheek  He & I...
Swaying, just swaying to the music, undulatingly
Like a waterfall flowing shedding tears
Once upon a time music lived in my heart
Ahh, the gloriousness of it
Living me mindless reaching up to touch
Your mind with mine!
As I reach up and touch, nothingness,
Going through me euphorically.
Feeling my mind in ecstasy like a poem.
Verses & verses of poezia...
In my minds mind my heart, my soul...My hearing!
Extenuate can not this feeling
Control can not the raging within, me
As I dance indolently the sounds the sweet sounds
Feeling wild, in the years of yore undulating
Ferally as we danced wildly beneath the moon at full light
And the stars like diamonds in the darkest of skies
Underneath the fields of green...
When the world was young and we were green & free
Like a Rose in full bloom diminishing....
La Vie en Rose...

                         By Connie James.

I Can't Win.

 I CAN'T WIN!!


This morn woke up, with a weight upon my soul
As if my eyes were closed, my whole worlds, gone
To keep a hold I must, upon my feelings that I know
To contain them, let them not spill so 

Sitting here, looking out it's rather a grey sky
With a murmuring wind whispering by
The branches of my trees swaying in the wind
Whispering the birds, as they float, in the breeze 

By a mere hair, my soul's trapped anchoring me.
why, can't I just fly, like the birds in the sky
Simply can't free, myself fighting another day am I
With my friends by my side, why so alone must I be 

One more second, one minute hours ,hours in the day
When I could be, floating like a condor flying high
Trapped by a mere hair am I
Being shunned everywhere, In my mind.

A chink of blue high above I see, peeping at me
Lifting my spirits telling me, pack it in, 
Lifting this gossamer lining from your mind... 
My mind refuses to let the sun in its one of those days I can't win.

In the mire am I, tears flowing like a river.
Myself I must grab by the scruff of the neck
Pull my socks up, don't let it get me down
At this moment in time shall be hanging, washing on the line

Then Beethoven on the deck I shall do the iron
His soothing sounds through my very soul, 
Wonderful sounds, my brain my mind's, wow!
How can you feel this low...
When Beethoven's in your soul.
Am smiling! as I iron on and on...
                       
                                 By Connie James

Falling Star!

In my minds mind, I speak to you
My thoughts are with you, my imaginings
In my minds eye I see you sitting there writing
Your words your verses of poetry, in my imaginings
Thinking of telling you those words that are mine
They may also belong to you although I've never told you
Didn't think you'd care to hear these words I've composed for you
The stars in the city hanging above my firmament
The starlight so bright like scintillating little diamonds in the sky
Until that shooting star dying, falling across my darken skies
And I wished wishing, a wish on that falling shooting star
You can wish on a falling star, making a wish
Can't tell you what I wished for
It wouldn't come true if I told you
Those shadows in the streets intermingling with those passing by
Amongst the shadows, they'll be those that cannot see
The music the sweet, sweet music all around
Brahms dream of love music I love so
At the cafe the laughter emerging from within
Taping their fingers to the sounds easy on the ear
The aroma of coffee from within.
Whistling the train passing through
Letting everyone know as it slowly trundles noisily down
By the waterfalls in the dew, I've waited for you
Wondering should I be telling you, that I adore you.
The scent of the flowers as evening draws in
Intoxicating my senses the scent of jasmine so heady, wow!
I've longed so long to utter these words, I love you
I love you in such a way you'd think possible not
I've touched you with a vengeance as if a tomorrow there wouldn't be
I've travel-d so far opening doors the stare's, staring at me
The distances beyond the highways longing to seeing you
In my heart I know I know you love me as I love you
This passion this uncomprehending passion obsessively
As I write my words spelling I l.o.v.e y.o.u.
Poetry in motion
Your lips I touch with mine whispering I do
My darling I do adore you, the core of my very being
My pride my honour my love will always be there with you
It's been a long, long road but in your eyes, I can see
The poet in you
The words of a poet making me feel like a queen...
The poet in me!

                        By Connie James

I Know Not!

Good Morning My World

Is there a point in this life that we're living
Is there a point in going on
Is there a point in getting up in the morn
When all I want is to be gone
Is there a point to go on breathing
Why under the duvet, I must hide
When my hearts crying out loud...
Freedom!
Freedom from the small-mindedness in peoples
When my thoughts I do extol
Is there a point to it all!?
This morn my skies are weeping on me
My heart's constricting as can be
My own tears control I can not
Is there a point going on living
When all I want is hide from it all.
Why must I care or not
If freedom of thought I have not
Why must I hide from my feelings
I like it not!
Emotionally F..ked am I, I guess I'ver never, grown up
To mind my Ps & Qs an art I have not
Why must I extol what's in the forefront of my mind
Even when I know they'll like it not
But freedom of speech in my world exists
Even if in there's exists not
I guess to a world of darkness I must return
Of darkness devoid from my thoughts
Where freedom of speech exists not
So is there a point in this life that were living
I think not!
Why must I depend on others
To keep me sane struggling with my thoughts
When I cannot control the uncontrollable
Cacophony of my thoughts
I guess retire I must from this world of thoughts
But if He above wanted me to think not
What's this life's all about
He'd given me thoughts not
To feel for my world all these feelings what's the point!
What's the point of all these feelings
If feel I can not!
& what's the point of all these tears cruising down my face
Escaping from the very core of me...
Uncalled for tears when my heart's breaking or not!
Silly fool am I!
So what's the point of it all?
I know not!

                       By Connie James.

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