Liza Ellen The Life
A Blog/Vlog of anything and everything I find interesting. This is about my life and the life around me. This blog is an open place where we talk, laugh, argue, etc.
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Solitude
In the still
I hear
a prayer whispered from my heart
tears from knees falling
hair confused
neglected
In the silence
i hear
myself
yearning for faith
the whimper of a lonely heart
my mind begging for rest
quiet
It is time
for a
long
Pause
(Source: lizaellen.com)
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Gentle Man
I needed you
Gentle Man
to visit my broken beliefs
I was so…
tired
Assurance
capsized
I didn’t believe any more
couldn’t imagine any more
One night I reached toward heaven
and pleaded
Please
Let my hope live
Then you stopped by
With space and respect
With my robe
that had been stolen long ago
You covered me
Let me breath again
opened every door
every thought
and let me be in peace
Without asking for return
You revitalized my ailing ideals
smoothed the lines on my brow
Initiated healing
Confirmed that if God is a real man
He loves women
You brought me living water
filled my canteen
and sent me on my way
to a whole heart
I had prayed for a life time
received a change of mind
but you weren’t mine
You were stopping by
Man!
you revived
my dying heart
(Source: lizaellen.com)
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In His Eyes
Life Lover
Freedom fighter
Finder
Asking subject to be beautiful
As is
Capturing the core
nurturing acceptance
His eyes
are a playground
where women wounded with woes
become girls again
Free
vulnerable
They become whole
fall in love with their lives
Battles are now lessons
bruises now the potter’s hands
shaping them from pretty girls into
Goddesses.
Scars
led to epiphanies
Every stretch mark
evidence of love embodied
Cheeks
fluffy kiss magnets
Wrinkles
signs of long lasting joy
In his eyes
Earth tones illuminated
Lustrous luxurious cocoa glows
Mounds curve into Woman
In his lens
angles of love
Justice served
In a captured moment
Rare beauty revealed
Art epitomized
Received by subject and an Artist
Dedicated to exposing the kingdom within.
This poem is dedicated to my friend and photographer Jirard. www.jirard.com
(Source: lizaellen.com)
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Persist (A Letter To My Artistry Family)
In spite of the gloom of motionlessness
In the face of lackluster possessions
An Audience committed or scattered in their own sufferings
Love harder, Hope stronger
Your hope is the heartbeat of our time’s soul
Dance every step with fervor
Every toe kindles the life in the hearts of each witness
Leap with recklessness and complete commitment
Burn poems onto the cedar onto the skin of peace
Your words are insight, foresight, spiritual sight into the
Should be Cut away at the disease that digs deep into the courage of the masses
Embody the voices of thoughts unborn
Bring life to the people we could be
Be the most vulnerable of who we are
Sing with all your torment
The anguish and euphoria of a life
Lived in extremes
Release the feelings no one can fathom
Get intimate with the soul
And be
The
Other
That outsider
Living in the margins of modern
Selfness
Be the extreme other Balancing what
is
with what Can
Be
(Source: lizaellen.com)
