Remembering The Forgotten

When I go back and read some of my old journal entries and poems, it amazes me that my higher self and unconscious was talking to me about my past lives or the Beings that I was encountering were "soul fragments". It is a beautiful memory to remember these things, knowing what I know now. Yes, I was a VERY confused girl when I wrote these because I didn't understand anything that I was feeling or seeing. I am forever grateful that I am, now, finally "remembering" what my soul "forgot" when I was born.

November 11, 1999

“How to end a thought like you?  

There is no end, 

For you are always a thought on my mind.  

You are so intoxicating to consume.  

I can hear nothing but your voice.  

At your sight to the rest of the world I am blind.”

December 21, 1999
“I stare at you because you’re a stranger with a familiar shape.  

Your eyes show flicks from my past with each blink.  

Your breath is a refreshing breeze from my childhood.  

Who are you?”

A Sole Selfish Sonnet (October 2010)

A Sole Selfish Sonnet

When I ponder, I weigh myself in you.
I conjure thoughts that contain the word “I”.
A selfish poet, I am, in my view.
The ink only tells of me and my lies.

All words revolve around narrow desires.
Full matters never solved still inside.
I can think of nothing more than the Pyre.
To the paper, the pen does it confide.

The solution will not present itself.
My darkest hour cannot heal without ink.
So sick of complaining about myself.
This selfish poet of nothing can think.

I conjure thoughts of myself with you.
The pen glides to forgive the confession due.

October 2010

Pausing Parlance

"Pausing Parlance"

By Kate Pool

So hard to find the time

To make ones self

Break from the daily grind

Pause a moment and breath

Stop and listen to silence

Close my eyes and not grieve

And forget my common parlance

A thunderstorm grows closer

The grass is freshly cut

Smell and sound blend

A natural composer

A bird floats effortlessly

A breeze kisses my cheek

My children play passionately

My smile is not bleak

I can smell the rain coming

I taste sweetness in the air

I breathe in deeply for healing

I exhale with a balancing prayer

A pause for my self

Just a few moments

A time to reflect

And take it all in

Just a few more deep breaths

To feel alive again

Be Enlightened

The earth is God’s foot stool

The heaven’s His seat

The earth's crust is a play ground

For the fallen one’s feet

We are suppose to be careful

We are to heed a warning

So we aren’t to be deceived

When the knowledge is pouring

Meditate everyday

Clear your third eye

Breathe deeply in silence

So you may see where they lie.

By: Kate Pool 

January 22, 2011

A Divine Love Light Art

A Divine Love Light Art

I long to sing a Song
Never heard on Earth
From the Language not for ears
Made from cords of Re-birth

I desire to touch My Creator's garment
To be healed by a touch
To see with My Soul
With Vision not for such

I long to sing a Chant
To share it with like minds
I crave a knowledge shrouded
That terrestrial beings left behind

To touch with my hands
To heal the broken heart
To claim with out colloquy
A Divine Love Light Art

"111"

“111”

One hundred and eleven days have past

An old lesson to relearn started then

Two thousand, six hundred and sixty-four hours

To remind one’s self what it means to be Alive

To be Alive is to exist

To Know your existence

To Be marked with Energy

To Thrive despite Pain

I choose to relearn to Be

To Be because I feel pain

To Breathe a given breath

In order to invoke silence

I inspire to Be silent

I strive to become silence

In hopes of knowing My-Self

In order to Know Yahweh

Realized

Relearned

Reinvented

Over one hundred and eleven days.

Surviving

I am

       tired

               bored

                        numbed

and soon to be dead

I must leave

            Alive

Linus

He gently fingers ivory and black

He plays with his head down like Linus

He pushes the in rhythm front and back

And kisses the piano with his beads of sweat

He studies each ivory piece

His callus finger’s lover

He thrusts each note forward

As let’s his whole body hover

Each note a burning desire

That he can not speak

The notes kiss his ears

And make him weak

Parasitic Suiter

Parasitic Suiter

A parasitic Agony

When born of selfish creation

Is evident

He craves that which

He cannot have

He desires that which

Is incomplete

Possessing intentions

For the soul’s contentment

And only finding an infernal Confusion

An eternal Pursuit of Nothingness

              Is earned

His refusal

His dissatisfaction

His denial for Simplicity

To his companions

              Is Peril

Unwittingly

Unknowingly

Leaving you

When your love

Is depleted

"uncapitalized notes of strings"

"uncapitalized notes of strings"

such a desperate tone

unresolved

clashing

silent

silence is calling

the resolution comes

arriving in solitude

arriving with grief

the volume builds

the strings steal the air from their lungs

silence again

but this time it does not call

hearts are overwhelmed

tears of happiness

breathing heavy

loving hands meet together

graciously

rhythmically

repeating the beat

over and over

over and over

and one cries “bravo”!

A Poem: The Left Behind Becoming

“The Left Behind Becoming”

I undress myself to crawl into you

I lay in a green bed

Unmade

I become

I wrap myself in your scent

Left behind

I clothe myself with you

The indention is still in my pillow

I can touch your face

As I become.

I wrap myself in your arms

Left behind

I undress myself

To crawl into you

I cloth myself with you

I become

And you are left behind

I breathe you

I become

I feel you

The left behind you

A Poem: Alien Angels

"Alien Angels"

(A raw and unedited poem (yikes!) written while watching The History Channel’s show called “Ancient Aliens” (yikes, again!!))

Figures of grey

Angels at night

I want to believe

I want to have sight

Fallen from heaven

In the days of Noah

Seducers of women

Father’s of Borah

Master’s of deception

Aliens of today

Ghosts on TV

Hunted and astray

Figures of grey

Something else I believe

Spirits of old

Waiting to be relieved

I desire to see

I yearn to know

Aliens on earth

Spirits are our foe

Shadows we dismiss

They dabble their fingers

We aren’t alone

God’s fallen angels still lingers

They aren’t what we think

They let us see what we know

They rely on our mind

Our imaginations they grow

Spirits are grey

Our third eye is shut

Yeshua said we will be asleep

When the Maker makes the cut

In ancient writings

Hidden by earthly rulers

Edited to be sugar coated and accepted

The universes secrets sealed by foolers

In the last days

Knowledge will increase

Ghost Hunters they call them

The universes fallen beings are released

The grey ones are playing

Hoping we think

They are from another

When we catch a glimpse when we blink

How to end this realization

The words are endless

I could write forever

I know in my soul that time isn’t bend-less

The shadows are spirits

The angels are really grey

God sees it all

They are one in the same

Aliens we say

We aren’t alone

Angels don’t have wings

Medieval paintings do not condone

I am trying to make the point

I am trying to paint this picture

There is so much to it

There is more in the mixture

So many names we give

So many ways to see

Aliens they are not

Angels with wings they cannot be

Tortured souls they hold

Our bodies are a shell

We have divine connections

The fallen ones are waiting for hell

The earth is God’s foot stool

The heaven’s His seat

The earths ground is a play ground

For the fallen one’s feet

We are suppose to be careful

We are to heed a warning

So we aren’t to be deceived

When the knowledge is pouring

Meditate everyday

Clear your third eye

Breathe deeply in silence

So you may see where they lie

When you see them

And they don’t say to not be afraid

Hold your head high

Remember they hide how they were made

Figures of grey

Angels of night

They are the same

They aren’t beings of light

Aliens we call them

Ghosts we say

However they got here

They weren’t suppose to stay

This poem is never ending

Just like this idea

Mist, aliens, and grey ones

Or angels appear

A Poem: "Carpe' Diem

Carpe' Diem

“It’s time, it’s time!”

It shouted loudly

As loud as one thought can

The ink can no longer wait

The paper has been naked long enough

Shout it to the hill tops

Announce it to the world

Write it in all colors in the sky

The hand yearns the stimulation

To form the letters learn as a child

The phone rings!!

Such a distraction

This chosen seat I sit in

I have no choice

If I want to live

To live I must sit here

To wait for permission

Waiting for a small glimpse

A glimpse of what I really desire

To earn the means

To buy

To obtain my desires

It is the law of modern nature

The survival of the fittest

You must do first what you hate

In order to have the means

In order to have a way

In order to do what you love

Yet this law has flaws

Infinite cracks

The hate often swallows you

Engulfs you

It is all you do

It becomes an obsession

To eat

To sleep

To wake for this hate

Only to be reminded

Of how you hate this Hate

The phone is ringing!!

“It’s time, it’s time!”

“The time is now!”

“Stand up from your seat!”

“Chase your love!”

“Be poor and happy!”

“Have nothing and rejoice in it!”

“Receive your nothingness

To receive everything!”

“Do what you love!”

“Embrace your desire!”

“It’s time, it’s time!”

“The time is now!”

"A Great Need" by Hafiz

Dear Friends,
I have been reading a lot of Hafiz.
These poems make me laugh and cry.  Since I have been mourning the death of my friend, Hafiz has been my friend by my side, since I mourn in silence.
Be blessed today as I am.
Kate

"A Great Need" 

from The Gift: Poems by Hafiz The Great Sufi Master

Out

Of a great need

We are all holding hands

And climbing

Not loving is letting go

Listen

The terrain around here

Is 

Far too

Dangerous

For 

That

"This Sky" from Hafiz

"This Sky"

This

Sky

Where we live

Is no place to lose your wings

So love, love

Love.

The Gift: Poems by Hafiz The Great Sufi Master

A Poem With No Title

The Truth is out
                   revealed
                   and exposed
The Secret is no long silent
We understood Fear
                        Confusion
                        and Pain
We understood each other
So we were silent
                   soundless
                   and muted
Only Creator knew
Then Creator took him away
                                    aside
                                    and beyond

     To shine Light on the Truth
     To say
     "I Am Truth"
     "I Am Love"

Therefore
The Truth of our secret
                    our confidence
                    our puzzle
Was Love

Healing The Bottom Of My Heart

A Poem From Me

"Healing The Bottom Of My Heart"

Many tears fell down today
After the anger subsided
I felt it first in my chest
Below my heart

The anger and sadness collided
Like thunder and lightening
A flash flood from a dry cloud
That I thought no longer existed

I didn't know I still felt this
I hoped the healing was done
It hurt the bottom of my heart
In the place I buried it

"Break the cycle"
The estranged one once said
But with what,
He didn't say

These words I have remembered
"Break the cycle"
Change the pattern
Break the chain of conditions

A new cycle starts with me
A pattern of Love
A chain of Divine Protection
Break the cycle with Unconditional Love

Many tears fell down today
Tears of Fellowship lost
Many tears fell on my cheeks
To heal the bottom of my heart

"Today I Am A Tree"

A Poem and Picture From Me.

Today I am a tree
Strong rooted and medium dark
With petite limbs outstretched
Long and many with smooth bark

Triangular molded leaves
Green and Bright
Dancing with the wind
Shimmering with Love and sunlight

The Sun smiles at me
Wispy clouds tickle my top limbs
Birds are invited to rest with me
Because today I am a tree