As the sun awakes I welcome spring
As a time to begin all over again
I shed the old ways of yesterday
A chance to start over and reset my brain
I’ll plant grains of hope in the bed of my brain
I promise to take time off for myself this year
And be kinder to myself
To meditate and to pray
Make each second stretch and last for whole days
To feel the pleasure without the regret
Out goes the cold
As I toss out the rubbish
Dusting closets of my brains until the negativity is done away
I do mental makeovers
Hanging curtains of hope on open windows
Let the light of spring burst in the dams of my consciousness
Flooding away the negativity of yesterday, today I welcome spring.
Davina Lowe
Friday, March 20, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Metamorphosis 2
Going back to my true self
My old and my familiar self
Walking backwards
Towards yesterday
In hope that tomorrow won’t just be another day
But a better day
Maybe even a day I can smile in as I
Try to forget the tears of yesterday
And if possible unlearn the doubt of the day before yesterday
The trials of last week
The sufferings of last month
The uncertainty of last year
I thread backwards in time
Undoing the damage that was left behind
Clearing the rubble from my eyes
I am no longer blind
Now gifted with sight
I Paint over my mind skies
Splashing rainbows over the dark clouds
Trading insecurities for possibilities
I can now see the sun where he stands in the sky
I discard my coat of shadows
And proudly stand exposed before him
Beckoning him, come closer
No longer afraid to let his light shine on me
But shy as he sweeps over me
I shiver as he caresses me
As I thaw, cold flashes consumes me
I shiver in delight of this new pleasure he brings me
As I slip out of night into the break of day
My metamorphosis is almost complete
No longer frozen I am free to feel.
Davina Lowe
My old and my familiar self
Walking backwards
Towards yesterday
In hope that tomorrow won’t just be another day
But a better day
Maybe even a day I can smile in as I
Try to forget the tears of yesterday
And if possible unlearn the doubt of the day before yesterday
The trials of last week
The sufferings of last month
The uncertainty of last year
I thread backwards in time
Undoing the damage that was left behind
Clearing the rubble from my eyes
I am no longer blind
Now gifted with sight
I Paint over my mind skies
Splashing rainbows over the dark clouds
Trading insecurities for possibilities
I can now see the sun where he stands in the sky
I discard my coat of shadows
And proudly stand exposed before him
Beckoning him, come closer
No longer afraid to let his light shine on me
But shy as he sweeps over me
I shiver as he caresses me
As I thaw, cold flashes consumes me
I shiver in delight of this new pleasure he brings me
As I slip out of night into the break of day
My metamorphosis is almost complete
No longer frozen I am free to feel.
Davina Lowe
Monday, February 02, 2009
Goat
meh wonder if yuh wan goat
And you duh sneek up pun me
Put yuh mouth near me and try fuh bite me
Meh de see yo, eh heh meh kectch yuh
Kick yo rass ‘way
Damn goat nah come back n stray hey!
not very good at creole...just a humble attempt.
And you duh sneek up pun me
Put yuh mouth near me and try fuh bite me
Meh de see yo, eh heh meh kectch yuh
Kick yo rass ‘way
Damn goat nah come back n stray hey!
not very good at creole...just a humble attempt.
Friday, January 30, 2009
I wish you had seen me
Instead of seeing thru me
Like a transparent object
That has no body
Countless times you’ve walked thru me
Stood right on me
Not feeling me
As I was pinned right beneath
The burdensome pressure of your giant feet
I wished you’d release me
Gasping for air as you suppressed me
Dying I felt the life slip out of me
Screaming noiseless pleas to your
Plugged ears
Immune to me
My voice had never reached thee
As I reached for your blocked heart
Without a beat for me
So I wash myself of thee
Mind made up I flee
I embark on a new emotional journey
Searching for that which makes me happy
Basking in all that is sunny
Until I am complete
Hiding from shadows I reveal
My true self for the world to see
Exposed to the elements
I am now open
Careless and free I roam
Shapeless and timeless
I transform until I find
That shape which makes me whole
And I rebirth
Pushing myself out of the chaos
A new spirit I emerge
A kaleidoscope of sorts
I reflect only what
I want
Seek no longer to fulfill your needs
But now driven by what I need
Staying focused I
Make my dreams reality
I think about it
I wish only for it
I make it real in my mind
Until the time comes for me to receive it
I am grateful as I project and collect it
Yes, I forge my wants into sweet reality
As I cast out yesterday
As I forget sad yesterday
No longer important is...y-e-s – ter .
I’ll live only in today
As I make new memories for another day
Memories worthy of remembrance
I find new false paths planted along the way
But I weed them out
Cut them short
Never would I allow them to sprout
I harvest only the consumable
Food for though and inspiration
Nurture only the beautiful
In my new garden of thoughts
Only flowers I grow
To adorn my soul
Make it beautiful for tomorrow
Breathtaking tomorrow
Looking forward for tomorrow
Instead of seeing thru me
Like a transparent object
That has no body
Countless times you’ve walked thru me
Stood right on me
Not feeling me
As I was pinned right beneath
The burdensome pressure of your giant feet
I wished you’d release me
Gasping for air as you suppressed me
Dying I felt the life slip out of me
Screaming noiseless pleas to your
Plugged ears
Immune to me
My voice had never reached thee
As I reached for your blocked heart
Without a beat for me
So I wash myself of thee
Mind made up I flee
I embark on a new emotional journey
Searching for that which makes me happy
Basking in all that is sunny
Until I am complete
Hiding from shadows I reveal
My true self for the world to see
Exposed to the elements
I am now open
Careless and free I roam
Shapeless and timeless
I transform until I find
That shape which makes me whole
And I rebirth
Pushing myself out of the chaos
A new spirit I emerge
A kaleidoscope of sorts
I reflect only what
I want
Seek no longer to fulfill your needs
But now driven by what I need
Staying focused I
Make my dreams reality
I think about it
I wish only for it
I make it real in my mind
Until the time comes for me to receive it
I am grateful as I project and collect it
Yes, I forge my wants into sweet reality
As I cast out yesterday
As I forget sad yesterday
No longer important is...y-e-s – ter .
I’ll live only in today
As I make new memories for another day
Memories worthy of remembrance
I find new false paths planted along the way
But I weed them out
Cut them short
Never would I allow them to sprout
I harvest only the consumable
Food for though and inspiration
Nurture only the beautiful
In my new garden of thoughts
Only flowers I grow
To adorn my soul
Make it beautiful for tomorrow
Breathtaking tomorrow
Looking forward for tomorrow
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Contentment
Why waste your tears when you can smile
Laugh each day until you die
Of course sad times may come your way
But the sun smiles down on us every day
Why grumble about the things that you don’t have
It’ll take more than just things to make you glad
Count the joys of days gone by
Those are the things that matter most in life
If you’re feeling down then pray
It lifts your spirit up again
When you feel alone you’re not
Many angels have your back
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Laugh each day until you die
Of course sad times may come your way
But the sun smiles down on us every day
Why grumble about the things that you don’t have
It’ll take more than just things to make you glad
Count the joys of days gone by
Those are the things that matter most in life
If you’re feeling down then pray
It lifts your spirit up again
When you feel alone you’re not
Many angels have your back
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Guide me
I have seen the earth after it was dusted by the fallen rain
Countless times I’ve awakened to the sounds of nature on stage
Took time to appreciate hundreds of sunrise to sunsets
But yet I thirst for something more than this…
There’s this place I’ve never been to I want you to take me there
There’s an ocean I’ve never crossed before maybe because of fear
There’s a height I’ve never climbed to due to countless boundaries
And now I long to see that place that lives only in my dreams
So tell me that you’ll steer me on this mystical journey
Or better yet be my guide from here to eternity
Let’s make this trip worth the while for both you and me.
we'll go to that point of no return where each day we’ll be free.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Countless times I’ve awakened to the sounds of nature on stage
Took time to appreciate hundreds of sunrise to sunsets
But yet I thirst for something more than this…
There’s this place I’ve never been to I want you to take me there
There’s an ocean I’ve never crossed before maybe because of fear
There’s a height I’ve never climbed to due to countless boundaries
And now I long to see that place that lives only in my dreams
So tell me that you’ll steer me on this mystical journey
Or better yet be my guide from here to eternity
Let’s make this trip worth the while for both you and me.
we'll go to that point of no return where each day we’ll be free.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Matchmaker
Matchmaker, Matchmaker, go away
Leave me alone, I hear what you say
And I tell you to fuck it again and again
Matchmaker, matchmaker you won’t have your way
No match can be made…my decision is made.
Matchmaker tells me I have more to give
But yesterday’s gone and I refuse to relive
A past that made me feel so cold
And opened my eyes to how much alone
I can feel and be even with you next to me
Even as you crowded and bullied me.
Alone in your cage of jealous bars
And even worse were your disbelieving locks
And condescending alarms that triggered off
To imaginary movement and to shadows touch
Matchmaker, Matchmaker, go away
Leave me alone, I hear what you say
And I tell you to fuck it again and again
Matchmaker, matchmaker you won’t have your way
No match can be made…my decision is made.
Matchmaker tells me that I do not yet live:
Not enough forgiveness in my heart
Not enough will or strength to come back
To turn the cheek and keep looking the other way
Buy why should I? Like a blinded martyr to the cause
That would one day lead me to self-destruct
And destroy so much more than just myself
But you too…if I were to fight back
My resistance, too strong now you can’t handle that
And I’m fed up of fighting so I hold back
Matchmaker, Matchmaker, go away
Leave me alone, I hear what you say
And I tell you to fuck it again and again
Matchmaker, matchmaker you won’t have your way
No match can be made…my decision is made.
Matchmaker guilt-trips me for not turning back
But has never asked me how deeply you cut
When you denied me the tenderness of touch
The warmth of your stare
When even the sound of your voice thinned and disappeared
When you made a beggar for scraps of your time
And a beggar for affection that was offered outside
And like a fool because of you I denied all offers to be satisfied
But then you tired to brain wash me into believing it was all fine
That the only problem was fabricated by my mind
Matchmaker, Matchmaker, go away
Leave me alone, I hear what you say
And I tell you to fuck it again and again
Matchmaker, matchmaker you won’t have your way
No match can be made…my decision is made.
Matchmakers sell me your ticket every chance they get
No lottery can buy me: the point they don’t get
Butter you up till you sound like the path I was destined to take
Overlooking the rubble you left in your wake
When you hollered at me and made me shake
To grant you re-entrance would be a mistake
Yet I must admit not one I’m likely to make
No matter how lonely or cold it gets
I’ll face the elements with no regrets
Because it’s a cold that won’t bring me death
But build me character and mold me instead
Matchmaker, Matchmaker, go away
Leave me alone, I hear what you say
And I tell you to fuck it again and again
Matchmaker, matchmaker you won’t have your way
No match can be made…my decision is made.
I tell Matchmakers no way, I won’t have you back
Show them no tears for them to attack
Keep hidden the scars so no one would see
Bite my tongue until it bleeds’
Hold back the screams that would make me free
Of you bulldozing matchmakers, leave me be
Matchmaker, matchmaker, leave me be
Leave me be
Fuck it to hell, leave me be
Leave me be…
I have found peace....leave me be.
Davina Lowe 5/12/2008
Leave me alone, I hear what you say
And I tell you to fuck it again and again
Matchmaker, matchmaker you won’t have your way
No match can be made…my decision is made.
Matchmaker tells me I have more to give
But yesterday’s gone and I refuse to relive
A past that made me feel so cold
And opened my eyes to how much alone
I can feel and be even with you next to me
Even as you crowded and bullied me.
Alone in your cage of jealous bars
And even worse were your disbelieving locks
And condescending alarms that triggered off
To imaginary movement and to shadows touch
Matchmaker, Matchmaker, go away
Leave me alone, I hear what you say
And I tell you to fuck it again and again
Matchmaker, matchmaker you won’t have your way
No match can be made…my decision is made.
Matchmaker tells me that I do not yet live:
Not enough forgiveness in my heart
Not enough will or strength to come back
To turn the cheek and keep looking the other way
Buy why should I? Like a blinded martyr to the cause
That would one day lead me to self-destruct
And destroy so much more than just myself
But you too…if I were to fight back
My resistance, too strong now you can’t handle that
And I’m fed up of fighting so I hold back
Matchmaker, Matchmaker, go away
Leave me alone, I hear what you say
And I tell you to fuck it again and again
Matchmaker, matchmaker you won’t have your way
No match can be made…my decision is made.
Matchmaker guilt-trips me for not turning back
But has never asked me how deeply you cut
When you denied me the tenderness of touch
The warmth of your stare
When even the sound of your voice thinned and disappeared
When you made a beggar for scraps of your time
And a beggar for affection that was offered outside
And like a fool because of you I denied all offers to be satisfied
But then you tired to brain wash me into believing it was all fine
That the only problem was fabricated by my mind
Matchmaker, Matchmaker, go away
Leave me alone, I hear what you say
And I tell you to fuck it again and again
Matchmaker, matchmaker you won’t have your way
No match can be made…my decision is made.
Matchmakers sell me your ticket every chance they get
No lottery can buy me: the point they don’t get
Butter you up till you sound like the path I was destined to take
Overlooking the rubble you left in your wake
When you hollered at me and made me shake
To grant you re-entrance would be a mistake
Yet I must admit not one I’m likely to make
No matter how lonely or cold it gets
I’ll face the elements with no regrets
Because it’s a cold that won’t bring me death
But build me character and mold me instead
Matchmaker, Matchmaker, go away
Leave me alone, I hear what you say
And I tell you to fuck it again and again
Matchmaker, matchmaker you won’t have your way
No match can be made…my decision is made.
I tell Matchmakers no way, I won’t have you back
Show them no tears for them to attack
Keep hidden the scars so no one would see
Bite my tongue until it bleeds’
Hold back the screams that would make me free
Of you bulldozing matchmakers, leave me be
Matchmaker, matchmaker, leave me be
Leave me be
Fuck it to hell, leave me be
Leave me be…
I have found peace....leave me be.
Davina Lowe 5/12/2008
Angry Toad Lady
She sits there mouth puffed out like a toad
Swollen and ugly and angry and cold
Waiting for flies to pass by for a treat
The instant where she can kill and feed on their defeat
Too tiny, they are no match for her bullish ways
Those poor small and humble and kind in their ways
Unsuspecting a predator’s got her eyes on them
Waiting to pounce as they fall in her spell
Don’t you go close, quick go the other way
Don’t go too close, you won’t get away
Don’t go too close, she is waiting for a kill
Don’t go too close, not so close, oops too late.
Davina Lowe 9/12/8
Swollen and ugly and angry and cold
Waiting for flies to pass by for a treat
The instant where she can kill and feed on their defeat
Too tiny, they are no match for her bullish ways
Those poor small and humble and kind in their ways
Unsuspecting a predator’s got her eyes on them
Waiting to pounce as they fall in her spell
Don’t you go close, quick go the other way
Don’t go too close, you won’t get away
Don’t go too close, she is waiting for a kill
Don’t go too close, not so close, oops too late.
Davina Lowe 9/12/8
Life’s Puzzle
How are the pieces forged for this
This puzzle
This life
This game we play
Pieces which guides us on the path to take
In love
In work
In the relations we build.
Pieces which have already balanced
What we have
With what we want
With what we end up with
Pieces which define the difference
Between what’s wrong
And what’s right
And what just is
Pieces which separate
The delusions
From the truths
And help us accept our misconceptions
Pieces which can guide our friends back
When they stray
When they are hurt
When become ensnared in the wrong path
Pieces which allow us to
Handle with grace
What others are caved in by
And be caved in by that which others already mastered yesterday
Pieces which allow us to breathe
Inhale the toxin
Exhale the goodness
And not know when we become infected
Pieces which thrills us
Makes us high
Indulges us
By the consuming of our senses
Pieces with disappoint us
Puts us down
Drains us dry
Try to knock us out
Yet the pieces are forged
Sorted
And arranged
Building the bigger picture
Thursday, January 22, 2009
This puzzle
This life
This game we play
Pieces which guides us on the path to take
In love
In work
In the relations we build.
Pieces which have already balanced
What we have
With what we want
With what we end up with
Pieces which define the difference
Between what’s wrong
And what’s right
And what just is
Pieces which separate
The delusions
From the truths
And help us accept our misconceptions
Pieces which can guide our friends back
When they stray
When they are hurt
When become ensnared in the wrong path
Pieces which allow us to
Handle with grace
What others are caved in by
And be caved in by that which others already mastered yesterday
Pieces which allow us to breathe
Inhale the toxin
Exhale the goodness
And not know when we become infected
Pieces which thrills us
Makes us high
Indulges us
By the consuming of our senses
Pieces with disappoint us
Puts us down
Drains us dry
Try to knock us out
Yet the pieces are forged
Sorted
And arranged
Building the bigger picture
Thursday, January 22, 2009
I wash myself
I wash myself of the right to dream
And shed the last of my selfish need
To have you ease what troubles me
And soothe me back to gentle sleep
I wash myself of the childish need
To have you hold me when I’m weak
To satisfy this starving need
To have someone to cuddle me
I wash myself of this human need
To laugh, to love, to live on dreams
I wash myself until I’m clean
Of all that fracture dare I to dream
And shed the last of my selfish need
To have you ease what troubles me
And soothe me back to gentle sleep
I wash myself of the childish need
To have you hold me when I’m weak
To satisfy this starving need
To have someone to cuddle me
I wash myself of this human need
To laugh, to love, to live on dreams
I wash myself until I’m clean
Of all that fracture dare I to dream
Sunday, August 06, 2006
The skies seemed to be crashing down. Never before had she seen such intense lightening. It seemed to have consumed the atmosphere. And the thunder, it was so deafening. For the first time in her life she realized that she was indeed afraid of the storm.
With each stride she took the skies became more daunting, and that secret place in her heart that is stone, did not become soft but hard with an emptiness that will follow her for the rest of eternity. So she continued her journey one foot ahead of the other hoping and praying that this time she is doing the right thing.
With each stride she took the skies became more daunting, and that secret place in her heart that is stone, did not become soft but hard with an emptiness that will follow her for the rest of eternity. So she continued her journey one foot ahead of the other hoping and praying that this time she is doing the right thing.
Blue fog
It owns me-
It has wound itself
Around me
Strangling me
Slowly
Killing me
Harshly
Birthing me
Elsewhere
In this death
I feel no fear
As I feel myself
Reborn elsewhere
I awake-
I now find myself
On a place called
Earth
Solid blue
Too far above me
Too far
To comfort me or
The blue fog
Which now lives
Within me
Davina Lowe.
It has wound itself
Around me
Strangling me
Slowly
Killing me
Harshly
Birthing me
Elsewhere
In this death
I feel no fear
As I feel myself
Reborn elsewhere
I awake-
I now find myself
On a place called
Earth
Solid blue
Too far above me
Too far
To comfort me or
The blue fog
Which now lives
Within me
Davina Lowe.
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