PAINTING THE RAINBOW
Living is green - the color of growing.
You’re part of the scene - you're naturally showing.
Anger is red - the color of blood.
Going out of your head? Now rise above.
Being is clear - no color at all.
And things that you fear - will color your fall.
Craving is purple - the color that's rare.
You jump over hurtles to find yourself there.
Decision is gray - the color between.
You bend and you sway. On one thing you lean.
Loving is gold - worthy of wealth.
Don’t let it be sold or laid on a shelf.
Your sins are all black - the colors combined.
You can’t take them back there is no rewind.
Life is a rainbow you paint everyday.
The 'you' that you show the life you display.
Copyright 2002
ON THE RISE
I feel it on the rise,
Boiling down just beyond.
I hear it with my eyes,
scenic sounds now they're gone.
I keep it with my gifts,
Set it free inside this cage.
I steal it like a kiss,
Damned by glory loved by rage.
I dream it all day long,
Fearless doubt hopeful loss.
Righteous doing wrong,
curve-less shapes desert moss.
I know it with my flesh,
Surface depths empty lust.
Shaded under mesh,
the bird undressed, then turned to dust.
I BREATHE
I walk and I hear
My spirit again.
You talk and I'm near
To where it begins.
I breathe and you feel
I am more than my skin.
We see and it's real
As it comes from within.
I AM OUT HERE.....
For my Daughter Alyssa Rose
I am out here, out here once again,
Yet so much has changed
And it's all from within.
I have been there, where the light has no home
Where I felt swallowed up, lost and alone.
I am out here and you're so far away
My colors are gray and I fall and I pray.
You are out there and your spirit is strong.
Out there, where it seems
You're there all alone.
The angels are where
You need them to be,
To catch all your tears and bring them to me.
SOMETHING LESS
Later than an Early Bird
Fainter than a whispered word.
Easy as a mastered task
Leaking through a crafted mask.
Brighter in the depths of thought
Lighter than the sinking rock.
Dying like a beating heart
Loving just to fall apart.
SEVEN
You and me and turning leaves
Spirits free no longer believe.
the horsemen near
and the sky is falling.
uncover your ears Your life is calling.
Have courage to face
all that you regret
hold tight onto grace...
or is it too late for that?
I'll see you in heaven
with the light all around you
this last sign was seven
let's go where we're bound to.
FAITH LIGHT
Love is the only, the all, the reason we're here.
Hate is a symptom, the actions, the outcome of fear.
Mine is not giving, not having or living, but the spoon.
Blind is the anger, the hater, the one forgetting so soon.
Light comes from within us, to guide us, a force from above.
Faith is our option, assistant, the drive empowering love.
Ours is not lonely, not shallow nor riddled with doubt.
Together, we would find peace and a purpose, what life is about.
Beyond the Emerald Glass
Deep beyond the emerald glass lies a thought in which you breath
lost inside my twisted hopes ... and a face of make believe.
I'm consumed and always knowing ... the emptiness is you
All I have is this desire ...... Yet you haven't got a clue
In depths, void of heart or soul
I've found a place to hide.
Where the silence cannot find me but the laughter passes by.
How could it be I feel this way -- you hardly know me true
I used to be aloof and proud -- alone, but without you.
A VICE TO TEND
I purchased a feeling,
But now its much too high.
I find I thought of healing,
I think I found the Sky.
Masquerading in my Mirror...
Taught and forgot to know.
I watched while surfing fears,
Smiled yet, hurt too much to grow.
Side stepped .... and Off the road
(again) I know -
Whole or not: Its Down to go.
Brought forth the echoes.... Numb toes....
Gray rainbows, no mind and no soul.
I lost my goal.... Paid the tolls....
All it stole... and I'm on a roll.
If I don't bend
Against this trend, reach an end,
I'll never mend
With a vice to tend.
I must Live Love and Laugh again.
REFLECT-ABILITY
Quietly reflect into the waves
that are crashing on your sand.
Bringing with them an ever-changing power
that is beyond your own hand.
Absorb the mist; the taste; the smell;
the sounds of all you see.
Letting each approach
with a grasp of what's to come....
Then, quickly...
Set it free.
LESSONS
Souls of Simple Lessons
Enveloped in the smoke
Of their burning Delirium;
Confronting a shadow,
Implicating a thought;
Severed by their reasoning...
Then scattered throughout the ashes,
The Cinders of Sanity.
Creativity Illusive… Peace is just a vision.
After the passing they will return.
The cycle… the steps of wisdom
Our calling young & old.
Melinda Marinko
1994
September to February
Frail temper
sleeveless heart
Last September
I fell apart
Scars and stains
thoughtless friends
Just remains
of a toxic blend
Hopeful winter
an early spring
Over dinner,
I learned some things
Giddy for hours
vivid dreams
Finding power
And the means
Melinda Marinko
Feb. 2005
Isis Osiris
I found you are here
I was not sure if I was searching at all.
I looked into your eyes for so long, and.... Ohhh...
I should have known
I knew you once before or more
and it is you
I always find my way into your arms....
In your life.
When you hold me,
do you feel? Do you know what it is....
As I cannot seem to find the words to say?
Could it be you & I
yesterday Osiris or Isis...,
I am sure it was bliss.
Could you close your eyes and find your way back....
Into a moment, so far away
when we both saw days, passing into lifetimes.
Melinda lantz-theissen
1997
On Air
Implications everywhere
around me on the floor.
Breathe me in 'cause I'm on air
and dripping down your door.
Inspiration melts in me
and blends into my core.
With powers from the blessed be
bleeding into more.
Melinda Marinko
The Emerald Glass
Deep beyond the emerald glass
lies a thought in which you breath
lost inside my twisted hopes ...
and a face of make believe.
I'm consumed and always knowing ...
the emptiness is you
All I have is this desire ......
Yet you haven't got a clue
In depths, void of heart or soul
I've found a place to hide.
Where the silence cannot find me
but the laughter passes by.
How could it be I feel this way --
you hardly know me true
I used to be aloof and proud --
alone, but without you.
Melinda Lantz-Theissen Marinko 1991
