The Pound

The Pound

This dog brought food to the table
But the bitch was sent to the pound
When she was done being used
Mute Swan became her sound
Lost Emir was always missing
There but out of touch
The one held so close to her, the one that's loved so much
The Mute Swan she's got legato as she sets her tone
Inconvenient to some as she sits alone
Her inconsequential feelings by Mr. Misogynist
But don't misinterpret her misfortunes
Among the miscast misfits
Meeting of the sanctimonious was her wage
As he tried to break her being and burn the page
By: Cheryl Lynn Ramberger

RIP Dad- May 11Th, 2011... I love you and you will always be with me...........I'll see you on the sea of glass.

In Nature I Precieve

In Nature I Precieve
You are
I am
Depends on what your non-existent mind perceives.
This radical Eve whirling through space,
Chasing her disappearing Atom to complete the erotic planet forming dance-
A lifetime of chance.
So what do you ponder about existential reality?
Please enlighten me.
Maybe I knew you before you could breathe.
Maybe I’m the God the Atheist sees.
And when he dies he melts back into me.

Creature -Creator…
Duality and deity…
In nature I perceive
Mixed up mentality-mans moral frailty
With the agony of truth
Feelings - words, Rebuke!
This is me, that was you? -Maybe-
Vise -a-Versa
The sky a hue of blue-
Reality is love
Love, emptiness pain-
Loneliness, rain-
Anger, shame-
beautiful dream-
Life force cream-
What about Pandora’s box
Doesn’t it seem the same?

Time and space in motion from her emotions
Of a trillion pieces of crash
Like an event horizon
A shuttering mass
Her eyes like a looking glass
Maybe she hit the dash
And she’s dead
Covered in her own blood encased in red
Or like a corps lying on a bed with pneumonia
All hushed up in a coma
Time is irrelevant
It stands still
Each moment a paradise
Or a hell

the soul stirs, spirit swims
And the monster spins
Getting that imaginary glimpse into a parell reality
Beyond the event horizon
Perhaps where a reflected life has already begun
By..Cheryl Ramberger

The Night Has its Magic

The Night Has its Magic

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In the darkness of winter

We meet once again

In our minds the labryinths

Of the living but dead

-We share our thoughts-

Our twisted box with many a room

But even the night has its magic

In all it’s gloom

-Falling to pieces-

I’ve been there before

In fact I never left

“Never More” “Never More”

Broken mirrors line the walls

Walk the miles down the halls

Look at the fractured lives I knew

Pregnant with scares and worn out shoes

Pain becomes her

But she’ll be there for you

Forever more forever true

By: Cheryl Lynn Ramberger

The Hour Glass Show

The hour Glass Show

Chaotic beauty some limits and bounds

Brought to a ghost on a merry-go-round

Intriguing, dissecting

The twists and the turns

Taking in the beauty

-Sublime soul burns-

Each moment to the next

Some lost in the past

Bitterness comes, sending “God’s Wrath”

Those- the ones who haven’t let go

Afraid of the seasons in the hour glass show

By:Cheryl Lynn Ramberger

Me Looking Out at Me Looking In

Spiraling upward and inward

Intertwined with the light

Restless soul, take your flight

The windows of time I see once again

Me looking out at me looking in

So we meet for a journey in my labyrinth,

Speak to me; let me feel your breath

Psychedelic dreamscapes enter within’

Me looking out at me looking in

There’s no way out and my mind silently screams,

-Who’s the pilot in God’s kaleidoscopic dreams?-

Seventh level of consciousness; I’m amazed

-Realities-

Shadowy, chaotic and crazed

Beautiful, infinite dusted with sin,

Me looking out at me looking in

What’s behind that crystal door?

No map: another puzzle to reach the core

Gazing stunned, where to begin?

Me looking out at me looking in

By:Cheryl Lynn Ramberger

PIG

Pretentious
Ignorant
Glutton
Snide remarks even, "Poor you"
Is it humor or is it sharps?
You know - your shit stinks too.
Stabbing needles through the head
A camels jumping tool,
Oh this cramping female - a cunning laughing jewel!
Nick names...
Are never a miss,
Why not fire hydrant or toilet bowl?
You can take a piss...
Cris cross
Double dutch,
We're all uniquely the same
Cluck Cluck,
Gobble gobble
What a crying shame.
By: Cheryl Lynn Ramberger