Category: Mental Health

Dreaming The Old Man

by Rayn Roberts, posted in Death, Dreams, Ghosts, Inspiration, Life, Love, MEN, Mental Health, Mind, Mystical, Nature, poetry, Poets & Writers, Rayn Roberts, Vets

Through slanting doors and broken windows
odd furniture in dim rooms

old books and roses rotting with age
I follow you,

charts and crumpled maps and paper
glitter like a lost hope–

Sudden sky and wide water
reeds along a shore

under a silver willow you call to the other side.

No limb or vine to hold my feet
my boyhood swept away

to a green recess of memory
nothing to pull me back

only rock and sand, sky and air bathed in amber light,

Peace, I am with you
looking in your old eyes, stretching out a hand

sinking in a river of night
transparent stones on the bottom of a lucid pool

I glide in bright shadows
fish swimming

in and out our one and separate selves

 

 

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The Danger of Transgender People

by Rayn Roberts, posted in Love, Mental Health, Peace, Rayn Roberts, Resist!, Transgender, Violence, Women, Youth

Why Transgender People are Dangerous

 

Never mind the roller coaster ride,

            you’re on it now, can’t get off

It’s gravity’s got a terrible side
            got nothing to do with God at all

God doesn’t really give a toss

            if you die next week from a simple fall

God damn gravity that evil threat

            Gonna getcha right soon, gonna getcha you bet
Not too sure why I stand at all
            If I’m gonna get killed by a natural law

“Hells bells”, say I to the kids and wife,

            “I’m takin’ to bed for the rest of my life!”

 
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Understanding the Transgender Community

A Dangerous Threat? Who is?

What is really Wrong: Violence Against & Murder of Transgender People.

Why Do We Need Science to Approve of Anyone Being Transgender?

The Problem Some Christians Have with Transgender People

Think Transgender People Themselves are in Danger? Well, yeah!

 

 

 

Nosegay

by Rayn Roberts, posted in Dark Humor, Dark Poem, Death, Flowers, Human Interactions, Life, Love, Mental Health, Pain, Truth, Wisdom

What Chopin wanted most
was to die
in George Sand arms,
on his deathbed
all he got
Was a nosegay of violets
She left at his door
When her daughter
turned her away–
People can be such shits.

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He wrote a friend on his deathbed, “She promised me I would die in her arms.”

How did Chopin die?

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Amantine-Lucile-Aurore Dupin aka George Sand, Novelist.

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And yes, I’m aware that the event may be based on legend, but many believe it is true and by it’s very intensity, a legend becomes a painful little poem with a nasty but truthful conclusion.  It is justified by that truth.   “Art is not a study of positive reality, it is the seeking for ideal truth.”   ~George Sand

A Truth You May Have Forgotten

by Rayn Roberts, posted in Adam and Eve, Christianity, Earth Day, Easter, Heaven, India, Inspiration, Islam, Islam in America, Japan, Jesus, Love, Meditation, Mental Health, Muslims, Mystical, Native American, Nature, Nature poetry, Paganism, Peace, poetry, Rayn Roberts, Religion, The Regenerative Power of Nature, Time, Truth

There is a moment before the sound the Great Om,
Before Siva turned on one foot
Before Krishna was blue and Tara green,
Before the making of Lucifer, the heavenly war
The gravity of heaven and the drifting fire of hell
Before the holy breath blew into Man
Before Adam’s dream of Eve
Before Cain lost his mind and the daughters of Cain
And the flood, before an angel spoke to Hagar
And Moses saw a home of honey, fire and blood

Before David hurled a stone
Before Isaiah spoke a word
Before Buddha under the Bodhi-tree

The slaughter of the innocent
The cry of the desert in a voice crying in the desert
Before the sorrow of Mary
Before a nail cut the hand of the Anointed
Before the wonder of Magdalene at the tomb
Before tongues of fire
Before the first stone struck Stephen
Before stigmata in Assisi
Before Allah save infant girls
In a message of mercy from Mohammed
Before Gandhi felt the heat of a gun
And the death of Martin gave an undying dream

There is a moment
Without motion
Before the memory of time

Offered like sunlight filtered through trees falls at your feet
It is like sound
Or light surrounding the body
A lilting melody of light
Before evil or good were ideas, that when you hear
Clears the past of pain
Reconciles history to love
And the One you felt did not exist
Is with you saying
“I have always loved you and always will.”
It is the still point at the center,
That moment you truly are, that moment is now

 

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The Wave & The Wind

by Rayn Roberts, posted in Death, Grief, Japan, Kaze no Denwa, Love, Mental Health, Mystical, Ocean, Rayn Roberts, The Sea, The Wind Phone, Words

Rikuzentakata Ôfunato Kuji swept away

No trace they were ever there
Otsuchi Miyako Yamada
Sôma Namie Minamisôma Onagawa
Kesennuma Natori Ishinomaki gone,
The earth gave and the sea
Has taken away Banda Ache
Two hundred thirty thousand
Gone in the Indian Ocean wave.

I am thinking of Phuket on Boxing Day

The waters receding so fast
Fish were left flapping on the sand,
The boy drawn by hunger
Or a child’s fascination
Not knowing the danger
Walking out to catch a few–
Then the immense water-wall moving
He turns, runs–  is gone.

Some say the Lord taketh

But where were healing Jesus
Allah the Merciful
When countless cries went up,
Where were the thousand hands
Of listening Kannon,
in paradise where she was
Blissful in her Pure Land as if
Tsunami’s never happen?
Do the dead hear the whispered calls

On the kaze-no-denwa wind phone?

 

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Kaze no Denwa, The Wind Phone

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Burdens

by Rayn Roberts, posted in Alan Watts, Buddhism, Meditation, MEN, Mental Health, Mind, Rayn Roberts, Religion, Women

Two monks returning to a monastery in the evening

It had rained
Puddles of water had collected on the road

At one place a beautiful woman
Was unable to cross the road because of a puddle

The elder monk lifted and carried her across
Leaving her on the other side; then went his way

Later that evening, the younger monk approached
“Sir, we cannot touch women.”

The elder said, “Yes, brother.”
“Then why did you carry that woman on the road today?”

The elder smiled
“I left her on the road; why are you are still carrying her?”

Zen Lesson ~ Anon
Edited to Poetic form by Rayn Roberts

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