Viesta Barker
U.S.A.

Remote~

Remote,
Like a breath.
Or wind
Or the invisible air
The tide; yes
Solitary
Inviolate
do not leave me
Stay, rest,
Be
I am here see me,
but no one sees her,
or what she feels deeply to endure,
she turns to walk down the given path alone,
feeling what she knew, she does not belong~

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I have ripen, deep lines
settle in the pores of me,
I have grown in wisdom,
from people who want you
to be the plea of a empty
outcry, I have answered the inquest to
pursue the query of life as given
to others, and I have paid dearly
in not defending what I am,
I’ve seen life from both sides,
looking this way and that, never
watching when I cross the roads
in life, gettiing hit when I least
expect it, But still I know in some formation
of some foundation, cracks and flaws
will mend, and the scars can be covered,
never seen even by the keen eye, my
imperfections I except as I expect I will
always embrace others on who they are,
a given word, a smile lingering while the
eyes fabricate as to what
they see as truth, Step on the cracks, jump
on the grave, it makes no difference, I am
not a hero, a maytyr, nor perfcection itself,
I just am a soul out here in the Universe
that found you when you needed the
excuse, the adventure, the journey,
and when it is was all said and done,
I was the memory, always the blame,
but enabled them to move away
with a clear and fearless soul,
For it was always temperate of me to
be The Absolution~

The Elements~

I strolled the Forest of morning upon the dew
grass of the day as tthe winds played with my hair
& delighted my ears with a whistle,
coming along a stream of cool waters, I drank to
quench my thrist & wash my face ,
and as I sat upon a piling of leaves of the Forest,
I built a fire to chase my shivers
& coldness away and
in the evening when the Earth was protected by the
Night sky of stars, I gave praise to the day, &
smiles at my habilitation of grace