The Battlefield

The battlefield exists in my head.
The combatants are regrouping,
re-arming for their next attack.
The home team takes comfort in what they can see;
the logical progression of familiar scenes
narrated in crisp tones with familiar dialogue
while the visitors nod with knowing smirks
And behind the scenes a chorus of naiads
suggest other worlds in their songs

If you choose to listen to this seductive siren
Be prepared for swift ascent to a world of ephemeral ecstasy
and a precipitous plunge to despair,
so my Head coach cautions.
The sirens sing not only for you
They sing for whoever is fool enough to listen to their melodies
And often their sweet harmony will take you down unintended paths
Betraying your trust for their own gratification.

The battlefield languishes
The combatants bide their time
When hope is at its highest,
when I start to utter victorious words,
they will once again take their places
brandish their cruel weapons
camouflaged in beguiling images
destroying certainty,  confounding rational thought.

Someone Else’s Drummer

Someone Else’s Drummer

I saw my shrink today
and pronounced myself cured
I came home tonight
understanding what that meant

Cured of trying to REASON you out of my thoughts
Cured of believing I’ll ever stop caring
Cured of the hope – even the dream
That someday we’ll find a way

Gone is the hope
But not the yearning
My dream has faded
while desire grows and need persists

And so the struggle continues,
once more behind a mocking mask
projecting rational thoughts,
trying to fool the world.

How many of us
live our lives pretending,
marching to the beat
of someone else’s drummer?

Fantasy

You are my favorite fantasy
And I am yours
You are my go to when curtains descend on my landscape
Blocking the sun,
transforming my Technicolor world
dulling its glowing surfaces.

No reminder needed,
your face as familiar to me as my own
offers its own illumination
lighting the way
to the dimmest corners of my soul,
restoring the luster to my tarnished heart.

Giving In To The Illogical

And so I have discovered…

You can’t reason away feelings

and mathematics are useless.

The geography of the heart

holds surprises for an intrepid traveler

And that is why after 1000 days

I’m stuck in the same groove.

Held here by an invisible Force

laughing behind his invincible shield.

I’m reminded of a simple childhood toy

It looks harmless and innocent enough

Just insert your fingers and try to escape

The binds tighten: you are held fast.

I could fill a dozen blank pages

with a parade of reasons

that would make the average person pause

and exclaim why this can’t be real.

But no more than I myself did wonder

At last to acknowledge this immovable force

now ensconced in my life, in my soul, in my heart

do welcome and embrace what must be inevitable.

Written by The Spirit of The Goddess Minerva

October 2013