EADEN II

There we are…
Living the gift of life

Rich and poor,

proud and modest,
arrogant and humble.

Surrounded by life and death,
by love and fear,
by good and evil.

I want Life to blossom,
I want Love to prevail,
I want Peace to reign!

© 2010 Josephine Lake

REMEMBER ME NOT

Remember me not… but let me for always,
Hold you in my heart,

Like I should those days.

Days which won’t come back, even if I try,

Through the tears and pain,

Bring back what I miss now.

I missed all the things you so loved to give.

You were trying to tell me,

Each time ready to forgive.

But I wasn’t there to care and to hold,

And the pain broke your heart.
Then… my world stopped.

I still see you now with wind in your hair,

And I miss you so,
In deep pain and despair.

You are gone now and only the heaven,

Deserves your heart
To rest in forever.

And I don’t want you to hurt anymore,

So remember me not…
As I was before.

 

Copyright © 2005 Josephine Lake

EDEN

We found her,
and She gave us life,
She felt our thirst
and She became the water,
She felt our hunger
and She became the food.

We were given an Eden
and what have we become…

We’ve torn Her flesh…
She cried in silence
as the seas turned red,
filled with blood
of her children,
but we turned away…

Told it was ok…
by sickening egos,
manipulating minds,
arrogance scared of dying
and clinging to the vapor of its life.

So easy to believe,
so easy to forget
and leave behind the awkward…

We were given an Eden
and what have we become…

It’s not a nightmare…
it’s Her life, it’s Her blood,
it’s our life She doesn’t need…

We want it all;
we take and reach for more
in worship of false love,
and yet… She gives again…

Who am I…?

no one…

A grain of sand in the desert
bears more significance…
A drop of water in the ocean
bears more power…

so… why does it hurt…?

I want to wake Her wrath,
I want Her will
to move the mountains;
I want the arrogance
to decompose
in the realm of Her power
and become nothing…

I want to wake Her wrath.

We were given an Eden
and what have we become…

© 2010 Josephine Lake

WOULD YOU COOK FOR ME?

I’m not much of a cook
So my meals are plain.
If you will cook for me
I’ll never complain.

I will clean the dishes,
And serve the dessert,
I will rub your shoulders
If you’ll ever hurt.

I will iron your shirts
Making sure they’re clean.
If I will do it all
Would you cook for me...?

　

© 2014 Josephine Lake