YEARNING......

YEARNING…..

There is something about olives….

Cylindrical, smooth skinned, damp

Securing one in my mouth, I suck gently on its walls

Letting the salty, loamy flavor sink into my tongue’s taste buds

I close my eyes and see a distant land,

Filled with sand dunes and an oasis in the distance

A lone olive tree grows there

Bearing the fruit that touches my senses

Near the cool water that refreshes my soul

And you are standing beneath its shade

Waiting with arms open for me to return

Is this altered reality or a lesson in dreaming?

Copyright Michelle Beckham-Corbin 2010

Connection For Eternity

Some where out there you lie under brilliant stars
As the waves crash into the burnished white sand
The moon shines down on your dark hair
spotlighting your life
How far you have come in the years since our lives touched
I'm not surprised, I always knew you would

We both glide through life touched and utterly changed by
each other's past presence
All those years I thought I was the rescuer, only to find
that you truly were the white knight
Transforming me back into what I had lost
Polishing my rocky foundation with words of love and encouragement

Fighting against the feelings of being utterly swept away
I was a rock shifting in a stormy sea
When the clouds lifted and the sun returned
You were gone, but I was left strongly standing in my resurrected life

Somewhere out there I lie under brilliant stars
The waves crash into the burnished sand beneath my body
The moon shines down on my dark hair
spotlighting my present
I reach for my phone and punch in a series of numbers
The familiar voice instantly laughing into my ear, "What took you so long this time?"
Our connection still exists.








Copyright Michelle Beckham-Corbin 2010

An Invitation to Join the Dance

An Invitation to Join the Dance


Take my hand and place it in yours
Intertwine our fingers so that I can hold onto you
Forever
Close your eyes and listen to me very carefully
You are very, very precious to me
You are my heart and my soul and my everything
I want to spend the rest of my life with you
I want to wake up every day and go to sleep every night
Having witnessed your smiling face, your laughing eyes
I want to make you my wife
The queen of my life; the holder of all that is good in the world
I want to be with you forever
I want “yes” to be the sweetest word that I will ever hear
I love you.








Copyright Michelle Beckham-Corbin 2010

The Meaning of Life

From the Files of Years Gone By:

What if someone walked up to you on the street and asked, "What is the meaning of life?" How would you answer.......

Shouldn’t that really be capitalized- “life” I mean? Because living is what we are all about. For some, who don’t believe in a higher power or a “place” like heaven, living is truly all about the here and now. In uncultured civilizations, where rules and regulations and penalties and jail time don’t exist, people allow themselves to follow their own selfish goals. They believe in self-fulfillment here on earth, because this is truly all there is for them. For those who are guided by a higher purpose, as well as by government laws, believe that this life is only a temporary stop on their eternal journey. How they go about living this life determines where they finally come to rest; whether it is a physical state or a state of mind.

So to me, the meaning of life is all about being the most self-actualized (a tip of the hat to uber- shrink Maslow); always striving to be a good person and helping other people. Ultimately it is about living in order to fully live- to meet up with our Creator. If I can capitalize on my talents and strengths and use them for a far greater good than purely for myself, then I am enriching the lives of others. The trick is having balance; making sure that all of that enrichment is spread evenly among my self and others.

So truly for me the meaning of life is all about death. Death of an earthly existence judged for an eternity of life. Could be that we are all here on earth as some very large existential experiment on God’s part to see which way we will respond to that ringing bell in absence of the inevitable meat. What do you think?

Michelle Beckham-Corbin

12/11/06

Copyright Michelle Beckham-Corbin 2010

LITTLE RED SCARS

"Lost & Insecure, You Found Me.....
In the end everyone ends up alone...."

You Found Me- The Fray


Your mantra, only you didn't know it...
I found you lying there hating life
Cutting pain from your soul by slashing your flesh
I reached out my hand and pulled you back to being
Rebuilt your confidence while my life slowly ripped apart
The scales tipped unevenly until I was almost lost,
While your wounds healed and left little red scars
where the blade had sliced

What is the cost of saving a life?
I know the answer to that question
It is the sum of losing your own......

Copyright Michelle Beckham-Corbin 2009

THAT PEACEFUL PLACE

"Frozen in time-no
Life goes on yes, but the heart carries a whisper
True connections forge a link that never breaks
Long stretches of time can pass
but the memory of your words remain
waiting to be reunited with their owner

Being with you as if no time has passed
Feeling that spiritual connection of two hearts
beating for each other across the world

You are an angel watching over me
you feel my sadness, my joy......"

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And so she laid the pen down and closed her journal. It was time to meet up with her destiny:


A smile, a touch
shy eyes hidden under the veil of
brightly manicured hands
he whispers words into her ears,
promises of eternal love
of missing her light; her energy
and of longing- the constant ache
he carries with him into the long days
and even longer nights

Work, followed by illness has driven him away
She thought he had disappeared from her life
swallowed up in an unimaginable world
one of foreign scents and sounds and culture

But he had only retreated from the hurt of
what he deemed a rejection
misunderstandings become mountains in the molehills
of no communication
and so it was for more than a year

A chance encounter, or a step on the path of destiny
has brought them back together again
They talk, they smile, they laugh
as if no time has passed

"Nadira- you have remained in my heart always
I carry you with me everywhere I go..."
She hears the words coming deep from within his chest
the familiar voice putting her at ease
making her feel peaceful as if nothing else exists
but the here and now

"I have never forgotten you", she whispers
speaking the words from deep within her heart
Her piercing green eyes stare into his obsidian orbs
becoming lost in their depths

"I have much to tell you, but all in good time
For now I want to look at you
to breathe in your smells
Come to me my angel, my babeee
I want to take in your nectar;
to be rejuvenated by your loving spirit"

And so they were reunited
Two souls joined forever, now together in the flesh

Love provides a cloak that closes off the world
If you only allow yourself access to it's center.......

तुम मेरी किस्मत है. मैं तुम्हारा हमेशा के लिए हूँ.

انت قدري. أنا لك الى الأبد






Copyright Michelle Beckham-Corbin 2009

Christmas Ice

Snow slowly falls, and I gaze out the window
seeing your reflection etched into the glass
reaching out to touch your face there in the frozen pane
I am struck by the cold radiating through my fingers
and the physical pain pulls me back
Back to the room; the place once a source of happiness
hosting now only emptiness and shadows

It is times like these when I am alone and
Surrounded by the memories that you come achingly back to me
Your laugh, your voice, the touch of your fingers on my lips
all the memories come crashing back shattering my brain
until I can no longer move
Immobile, I sit frozen in time, frozen in space
hoping beyond hope that you will somehow appear;
released from your resting space in the sky
And melt my chains of loneliness away


Oh what I would give to have you back just for one day
To tell you all those things I couldn't for so many years
the things that I kept hidden inside
waiting for the right day
Who knew that the right day would never ever come?
Who knew that you would be taken away from me so soon?


A canvass half painted- you were a work of art in motion
You inspired me to be my best; you knocked me down a peg
When I became too full of myself
You were my friend, my confidante, my everything
If you were here today, I would tell you this:
You made a huge difference in my life
And I loved you with all of my heart
I thought we would be together forever
Destiny showed her hand and it was time for you to depart
Suddenly your spark was put out and you were gone before
I could reach your side

I tear my gaze from the window and the falling snow
My frozen state of immobility has melted
The fire-hot tears that fall silently from my eyes
cracking the ice in my heart
I feel again....but it is pain
Will it ever go away...........






Copyright Michelle Beckham-Corbin 2009

Letting the Words Flow.....

An Actual Skype Chat with a Friend in Palestine:

[3:40:06 PM ] Moye: what are u doing now?

Me:

working on a blog post

being cold

feeling sick to my stomach

wishing my office was clean

wondering why all I see is you and a white wall

as if there is nothing there in the office with you

is your life truly made up of the starkness of desk and screen

no color to brighten your days

no photos or paintings or music to touch your heart?

all work and no play makes for a dull life

yours needs to be rich in beauty and wonder

and inspiration

because in the end you can't take your work

or your money

or your time with you

when you die

only your soul

make sure your soul is fed

your heart is happy

and you die with a smile on your face

knowing that you have truly lived

damn

that would make a great poem

[3:45:39 PM] Moye: nice

[3:45:44 PM] Moye: so sweet

And so I took the actual flow of my words and deposited them here as they fell. Yeah, sometimes it works that way. Deadlines kill creativity........ Side note: Moye is the creator of my company logo.


Copyright Michelle Beckham-Corbin 2009

The ReIncarnation of Vash

So strange to have you reappear into my life
Is this a whim, an ill-fated wind or a tsunami waiting
To take us backwards in time
I sit at my desk hanging on Chris Brogan's latest newsletter
And my android friend keeps bursting out "DROID"
very loudly, letting me know that you have sent another text
Back and Forth we go discussing philosophy and writing
fingers tapping the tiny touch screen
and I'm wondering all the while, what the hell is going on.....


Copyright Michelle Beckham-Corbin 2009