At a reunion held in an old family church, I found the two boys by themselves in a corner of the room. I nearly ran over people to sneak a shot of their innocence. I overheard the older one say how he would protect the younger one and stand up for him if anyone messed with him. No alterations were made to the photograph and no filters were used.
As we were ending our rare outing through the backwoods in the country, I turned the corner around a large oak tree. The sun broke through the towering trees to illuminate the presence of the web to keep me from walking straight into it. No alterations were made to this photograph and no filters were used.
Souls Soar
© 2012 by Mit Maras
Solitary roads traveled
Relationships sworn off
Fateful meeting collides
Two lives forever altered
Shared friends from afar
Forgotten name ignites the bond
Quick friendship forged
Deeper alliance emerges
Sweaty palms lead the leap of faith
Alone, invitation extended
Playful teases torture acceptance
Nervous spirits separately arrive
Fears and regrets openly shared
Normal walls unable to tower
Hours slip by like moments
Daylight stolen by the night
Longing connection found
Hearts entrusted to another
Timeless love takes flight
Fused souls soar evermore
© 2012 by Mit Maras
This piece sent me spiraling into my poetic thoughts. Just beautiful all the way around! ~Mit
© 2012 by Kat Bastion
Misted platinum wafting by lures a nymph to dance,
Sprinkles falling, laughter rising, spinning pure romance.
Fragile wings spiral higher, flirting with the sun.
Captured by a passerby, innocence begone.
Discarded leaves tumble past in muted reddish hues,
Coldness slowly settles in, vibrance does recuse.
Sadness looks with longing eyes out into the world,
Kindness brings a soft caress, silken wings unfurl.
Loving smile, a whispered touch, sends a soul to soar.
Bonds are broken in sweet flight, freedom evermore.
To the heavens angel flies, heartbeat starts to stall,
Grounded, solid arms do reach, there to catch the fall.
© 2012 by Kat Bastion
Someone once said to me, “my poems just take a life of their own”. I never understood what that meant until this poem hit me last night. In the depths of a horrible loss, these words kept fighting to be written. I had no desire. I was hurt. I was mad. And I didn’t want to think about the hurt let alone make it beautiful. But I learned that even when people give up on you and are so selfish they refuse to fight. And when you are tired of being the only one who’s been fighting….a poem will show you there was still fight left. I gave in to the onslaught and cried over this piece for about 6 hours last night.
Friendships are taken too lightly these days. When you have someone who supports you through every decision you’ve made and still fights to be in your life…apologize when you make a mistake. If in your elated moment you cause the one you held dear to stumble….apologize. A simple “I’m sorry” is nothing to be too prideful over. If your friend is hurting, and you had a hand in it…is it really worth losing everything? If it is….then that person was never what you said they were. Be careful how you treat your friends. We all have limits and will one day give up. If you’re the one hurting…speak your piece, state your case, lay your heart one more time on the table and trust them to care for it. When they choose not to cherish your heart, quietly pick it up and walk away knowing you did all you could do.
I apologize for any grammatical errors. I love run on sentences and I use the word “and” entirely too much. Downfall to the one person you counted on to help being the one who walked away.
If you’ve got a friend that a simple “I’m sorry what I did hurt you. Now let’s celebrate together” would fix. Put down your pride and ego and selfishness….show them they are worth it. Or you’ll lose them forever.
Don’t Second Guess The Soul
© 2012 by Mit Maras
Face down on bended knees
Quickly gasping for air
You reach out for the hand
That’s no longer right there
Hurts spoken in anger
Are a matter of heart
Satan’s most prized weapon
Someone tears love apart
When pain’s voice becomes all
That you’re able to hear
Darkness blankets the truth
Imminent end is near
Last trust placed before them
Lay selfishness aside
Vulnerable and bare
With nowhere else to hide
Questions race through your mind
Could they possibly care
Hell delights in triumph
Death of a bond so rare
Friendship once so selfless
No story has seen script
People change and move on
Two lives forever ripped
Blessed you were to have them
An invincible team
Forever remember
Woven as one in seam
Doesn’t matter how hard
You fight for them to stay
Out of loyalty stand
And watch them walk away
There’s part of your being
Should never need be told
For love to ever last
Don’t second guess the soul
©2012 by Mit Maras
Surviving The Climb
© 2012 by Mit Maras
From the depths of darkness
Births a will to survive
The first act of freedom
Is surviving the climb
Stubbornly fights to rise
All forces pressing down
Final shove to daylight
Vaults blithe life above ground
Worldly glimpses at first
Endless secrets concealed
Presence goes unnoticed
Purposes soon revealed
Minuscule existence
Only witness God’s eye
Stretching beyond limits
Heaven’s angels are nigh
Warmth of life pleasant spring
Cool winds and gentle breeze
Docile bends, mellow sways
Petals extend and tease
Bright palettes dance as one
Gently nuzzled by bees
Sharing God’s elements
Creation on her knees
Afternoon rain showers
Drowning out scorching heat
Relentless summertime
Worthy foe hard to beat
Fall leans itself cool nights
Welcomed relief from burn
Naively unaware
Lurking danger near turn
Nestled deep for winter
Protected against frost
Unyielding to demise
No matter what the cost
© 2012 by Mit Maras
Death Is Never More Beautiful
© 2012 by Mit Maras
In unwavering reverence,
We watch as she dances,
Hues of autumn adorn her ever reaching branches.
With a natural pluck,
Each canvas spirals down,
Until nothing but death now blankets the ground.
For so long we have sought,
The solitude of her darkest places,
Forced from shadows we now bare our own faces.
Death has now befallen her.
Yet, death … has not beaten her.
She stretches exposed arms,
Void of those she held dear,
Rooted against all threatening new life next year.
Standing bare and vulnerable,
Her loss is witnessed by all,
Heaven’s perfect example of our choice to stand tall.
Held captive in a place
Where heartache and darkness rule,
She towers the world,
All proof … death is never more beautiful.
© 2012 by Mit Maras
Through the depths of despair, pain and a long road to the loss of one’s self, there’s a place where we look up and hope abounds. The journey back to one’s self is not an easy mountain to climb, but it is in the climb where our new self is born. This blog and these writings … are part of my new journey and happiness. My prayer is that you’ll join me along my journey and allow us to all inspire, encourage, and change a world.
Happy reading!
~Mit
Miracles Unleashed 