Have You Seen It?

There is a new light beaming

across the surface of the earth

Have you seen it?

Nothing like it has settled in the

clouds before . .  calmly waiting

all the thoughts  and consciousness

of those who've lived before

and walked this earth in blindness

have begun to settle in this light

this aura of the great Divine

Oh, how we have longed for it

this moment in time

when all the strings of the Giant Web

will soon be cut and folded into

one Cosmic Golden Envelope

soon to be delivered . . . our Ransom

purified in the fires of want

and desperation, the crystal waters of hope

and forgiveness, the winds of change and

deliverance, and the soil of Adam's rib.

We are Children of the New Earth

those promised to the Stars

our Ancient Brothers.

We shall carry their light that is dimming

and become like Stars ourselves

resting in the sacred palm of our Creator

floating in His tears.

Joanne Cucinello  © 2013

Dreams

My dreams are seeping and

weaving into daytime

haunting places so real they test my sanity.

I can't remember if they were once

a part of my conscious life

or some fantasy landscape I've created

repeating itself over and over

behind my lids as I sleep and dream.

There is a place so familiar

a place that returns again and again

where I swim unafraid and calm

in green murky waters

aware that reeds and seaweed

are reaching up from the bottom

swirling around me as I swim.

Strangely, I'm not afraid

I just keep swimming in that

dark green water toward the other

side without struggle or fear . . . even though

I never seem to get there.

What are dreams?

What are we to learn from them?

I often wonder, as so many have,

which is reality . . . this life I'm living, or my dreams?

Perhaps both . . . perhaps they are one.

Still I wonder

if the bits and pieces of my days

are painting the palate of my brain

trying to make some connection at night

with that wild spirit bound in chains

and the deeper meaning of my life

hoping to form a bridge to the other side?

Joanne Cucinello   2013

Purple Sky

Even the rich know sorrow.
They suffer too, when it comes.
The loss of a child is even worse
for them, and anguish lies in bed

with them when darkness comes

and money cannot buy a life.
Nothing stops the storms
that tear the trees from their roots.

We forget sometimes ~

when the sun is shining and
flowers are blooming ~

that all must die one day

even those who live on top of the hill.

But if we were to think of death every day

we would stay closed like a sealed book
stuck on a shelf in back of the library
where no one goes.

Life is this moment right now

and this moment is all we really have.

Life is the gift we cannot save for another day.

Too many children die rich and poor
yet the world still turns
while their songs are sung

and their kites fly high
even as the sky turns purple.

Joanne Cucinello 2013

No Gods Among Us

Where have they gone

these noble men?

Once they were gods

great gods among us

but their pedestals have

crumbled, turned to dust

lies and deceit

all shades of trickery

slide from their mouths

like worms

trust . . . misplaced

honor  . . . diminished

loyalty  . . . traded for coins

chivalry  . . . erased from myths

and yet, these Once Gods

still envision olive wreaths

around their heads at a

mirrors glance

even though transparent

garments clothe their backs

revealing the very same ass cracks

seen on those of us who used to

stand in awe.

Joanne Cucinello