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Silenced

Intro: I wrote this one years ago, August 2004, but I thought of it this morning when doing The Daily Dose, having drawn the Five of Swords Tarot Card.  One of the sources suggested this card could mean getting into an argument with a person who was impossible to argue with… a no-win situation.  As soon as I read that description, this poem popped back into my head. This poem reflects what the two people in the background of this card may be thinking or feeling that caused them to lay down their swords and walk away from the situation.

“Silenced”
Written by:
Wendi Friend
August 2004

I am now convinced
That I have no desire
To open my mouth and speak
In your direction.

Cool your fire
Control your flame
Hold your tongue
And your anger tame
I am silenced.

I am now convinced
You’ve no interest in hearing
What I have to say
And I, no more to speak.

Calm your nerves
Quiet your voice
Slow your pulse
This is my choice
I am silenced

I am now convinced
No matter what words I choose
No matter that I come in peace
Trying to communicate is a battle I’ll lose….

I have no interest
In being a verbal punching bag
Or the holder of blame
For your internal unhappiness

I’ve done what I can
And now I’m silenced.

 

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Intro: Here’s another I’m drawing from ancient archives in honor of today’s Fairy Oracle, Romantic Partner. Again, I admit and openly know that the writing itself kinda sucks (although I am fond of a few lines)… the flow and meter are off, the punctuation is painful, but I’m choosing NOT to edit at this point because the whole purpose of “The Road Home” is to accept and appreciate all of my parts and my past, even the un-polished bits.

“Could This Be Love?”
Written by:
Wendi Friend
2000

To love nature is easy
Just give in to the seasonal flow
Winds can be wild or light and breezy
While rain and sun cause things to grow
But the trees don’t complain
When the weather’s too cold
Nor do they explain
How they feel as they grow old
And though each winter life faces death
Winter exhales living spring’s breath
To love nature is easy

To love children is simple
Just tune in to their laughter
Appreciate their smile’s dimple
And believe in their happily ever after
Honor a child’s innocence and joy
At the simple things around them
They’ll play with the box before the toy
A child’s heart is a gem.
Children love with no conditions
Children openly trust
They have no hidden agenda or missions
Imaginations are robust.
To love children is simple

To love animals is effortless
Those joyful, loyal pets
Who will love you if you’re penniless
And up to your arse in debts
They cuddle without confining
They don’t hog the covers in bed
They don’t require fine dining
And let you know they love you
–without a word ever being said
They are always happy to see you
When you walk through your door
Their love is deep and real and true
They don’t hold grudges
–over things that happened before
To love animals is effortless

To love career is driving
Inspiration lights a fire
Pulse rate up and mind is thriving
Heart is pumping with desire
Everyone wants to be a success
And increase the cash they bank
Because without it you’re helpless-
just a third-class passenger
–on a boat that already sank
We want intelligence and high-class status
So we harness our tools and trade
We maneuver our chosen apparatus
And lead the employment parade
Regardless of the field one chooses
If the passion is right and ripe
One who aggresses never loses
If they’re the career lovin’ type
To love a career is driving

But to love another human
Dear Goddess, the implications
What’s done will never be undone
Regarding intimate relations
Yet still we search and hope to find
A perfect willing match
With a strong, loving heart and powerful mind
To which we can attach
Because alone we feel like half of a whole
And feel like something’s missing –
Like somewhere there exists a twin to our soul
With whom we should be reminiscing
About the good old days back when
In a life more open and free
Before the separation began
When there was unity
And so we find familiar faces
That we think might be lost love
We cling to even the slightest traces
Of that old familiar glove
Only to find we’d made an error
And the glove tried on just doesn’t fit
And all your dreams shatter in terror
And you feel like it’s time you finally quit
Searching for something that can’t be real
For something you’ll never find
For something that will always be surreal
And a figment of your disillusioned mind
But just when you accept this as true
And you give up on the chase
You meet someone who reminds you of you…
Who has a familiar face…

And you wonder…

Could this be love?

(Here we go again!)

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Intro: This was written long ago, around 2000/2001. I remember when, where, and why I wrote it. The punctuation, grammar, and style in this one really stink… and I’m not editing it because I’m at the point in my life where I appreciate the raw expressions of my past without trying to perfect them. I’m re-posting this today because I remembered it when I drew that Romantic Partner Fairy Oracle this morning. The card triggered a memory, so I’m including the memory on “The Road Home.”

“I don’t need you”
Written by:
Wendi Friend
2000

I don’t need you to think I’m sexy
in order to know I’m a woman.
I don’t need you to show me the way
in order for my life to begin.

I don’t need you to call me smart,
in order to recognize intelligence –
and I don’t need to wait for you….
in order to play out my life’s events.

I don’t need to credit you
with all that I become,
I don’t need to belong to you
because I don’t belong to anyone!

I don’t need to beg of you
forgiveness for my mistakes ~
and I won’t worship the ground you walk on,
when the ground that you walk on quakes!

I don’t need to subscribe to the theory
that I can’t live without you
nor will I be suckered into believing
that I’d do anything for love – if it were true.

However …

Because I am a woman,
I’d like to be thought of as sexy.
I don’t fear getting lost along the way,
but I sure wouldn’t mind some company.

I’m not afraid to use my own mind,
but I value other opinions-
and though my life doesn’t depend on it,
I would like a bit of your attention

While I believe it’s sometimes right to be wrong
and that our mistakes can be our virtues,
I’ll try to be understanding through the journey long,
willing to walk a mile in another’s shoes.

And though I’ll walk on my own two feet
to reach the goals I’ve longed for,
the rewards of my efforts would be really neat-
but sharing it with love would be worth more.

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Intro: This is being extracted from my archives today in honor of the “Environmental Awareness” Fairy Oracle drawn in this morning’s Daily Dose. If I’m not mistaken, I wrote this when I lived in Tulsa, so about…. 6-8 years ago or so.

“Earth Alive”
Written by:
Wendi Friend

I am alive in the winds
You hear my voice
Whisper through trees
You feel my breath
Comb through your hair
Like what? Like fingers of
The Goddess herself

I am alive in the waters
You hear my love erupting
In waves of blue
Over You
You feel me touch you
Embrace You
Envelope and nurture you
Through life’s currents

I am alive in flames
Licks of fire fueled by desire
You hear me roar
You feel my heat
You know my warmth
From the Sun
From the Power of Knowledge
Gained by mankind —
Mankind — the only life form on Earth
Aside from Mother Nature Herself
With such ability to handle and control
beauty and destruction

I am alive in the Earth —
You nurse from me daily as you
Breathe my breath
Eat from me
And as you sleep
Cradled within my womb

I am alive
And I’d like to thank you
For recognizing me
As such.

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What if?

“What if”
Written by:
Wendi Friend
2000

What if…
the power most often referred to as “God”
were actually a pregnant woman
called “Mother Nature”,
Her womb called Earth,
the fetus – humanity

What if…
we have not yet become
what we were conceived to be –
and may,
through lack of regard for consequence,
abort ourselves
before such beauty
is ever given life?

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Intro: This story was written for my dad and my son. At the time, my son was only two and I was visiting my parents. My dad stands about 6’6 1/2, like the Jolly Green Giant (Only not green), and has an incredibly deep voice. The night I was visiting was special because it was one of those once in a lifetime opportunities where three planets align and can be seen by the naked eye. To be perfectly honest, I can’t remember which planets they were, so I used writer’s perogative in creating this story. My dad had taken my son out in the front yard, on the porch, under the stars. I stayed inside, watching through the window. My dad cradled my small son in his left arm, pointing to the sky with his right hand. My son looked up where my dad pointed, yawned… and that was it, the inspiration hit. Before they’d finished their visit outside with the planets, I had written the tale, “My Grandpa Showed Me Mars.” Now, as with my other picture books for children, now that I’m reading them more than twenty years later, I can see where they’ve lots of room for improvement and I’m not claiming it to be a masterpiece. However, it is a major part of my past, the writing of these stories, so I’m including them “as is” on The Road Home.

“My Grandpa Showed Me Mars”
Written by:
Wendi Friend
1991
~ For Dad, and Andrew~

*

One night my grandpa showed me mars.
He told me to look way past the stars.
To my delight, just beneath the moon,
Was Saturn, Mars, and Neptune!
“Look very closely,” my grandpa said to me,
“this is the only time we’ll be able to see
these planets together, shining so bright.
I’m glad we could share this special night.”
I stared at the speckles in the sky
while Grandpa started singing a lullaby.
Before long, I’d fall fast asleep.
Safe in Grandpa’s arms I’d dream.
I dreamed of a flying saucer
Soaring through the stars.
I was inside, and I was going to Mars!
I pushed all the buttons and turned the controls;
I wondered if I’d see any little green trolls.
My saucer zoomed up and down,
flipping topsy-turvy way above the ground.
I passed Saturn and I passed the moon;
I was just about to pass Neptune
When suddenly, I realized I was afraid!
I couldn’t go to Mars that day!
I still had other things to do…
my mom told me earlier to clean my room.
I was just about to turn around
when the wheels of my saucer touched the ground.
It didn’t seem like I had gone that far,
But it appeared as though I had landed on Mars!
The door of my saucer opened wide.
Though still quite scared, I stepped outside.
There were many things to be seen,
But none were trolls little and green.
I wandered around and looked at the sights.
I picked up a rock and held it tight.
I carved my name in the hard, red sand
To tell other people I had reached that land.
Then I noticed I was all alone
and decided it was time for me to go home.
With my rock in my hand, I climbed back in my ship.
3…2…1, I was ready to lift.
I flew very fast through the star-filled sky,
and got home by the end of the lullaby.
Grandpa took me inside, tucked me into bed.
He gave me a kiss on the top of my head.
I told him about my special trip,
and all about my big space ship.
“You fell asleep when I started to sing
and it sounds like you had a really neat dream,
but that’s all it was.” My grandpa said.
He smiled, and then winked, patting me on the head.
He closed the door and turned out the light.
From behind the door, he yelled, “Goodnight!”
I remembered carving my name in the sand,
and to my surprise…
The rock was still in my hand!

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Intro: This is one of those pieces that was born of anger, frustration, and the anger and frustration I felt toward myself for allowing myself to get angry and frustrated *grins*. Judged harshly by a friend, I vented through poetry.

There’s a double meaning in this poem, actually. The friend who judged me, at the time, was only 22-years-old, ten years younger than me, and I felt that part of her judgment was coming from her youthfulness and lack of personal experience. At the same time, this poem formed itself around the 22 Major Arcana cards of the Tarot.

The 22 Major Arcana cards tell the story of a journey… a journey that takes place in 22 phases. This story is often referred to as, “The Fool’s Journey“. However, we don’t just move directly through those phases in chronological order… we sometimes “slip” or “skip” from one phase to another, not in chronological order. We also can repeat phases, complete the cycle, and start all over. It’s a never-ending process – we live within that realm of 22 – indefinitely. While it’s easy for us to stand on one platform and judge another, we must remember that we will also take our turn on each platform, so it’s best not to judge because we’ll each have our moments.

“Twenty-Two”
Written by:
Wendi Friend
2004

Sentence me as a criminal
As you so willingly do
But remember each step you take
Is only one of twenty-two
You may think yourself righteous
And doing the will of god
I’m sure those who are like minded
Will stand up and applaud
You meant good will you say
And I believe what you say is true
But keep in mind, oh naive one
Each step is but one of twenty-two
Think me the fool if you will
And judge my light-hearted ways
Think yourself above me
In your blind-chariot driven ways
Call out for temperance or justice
Scream devil and death if you will
Nonetheless each step you take
Is one of twenty-two still
Think yourself the hierophant
Leader of spirit and education
Just be careful what you condemn
To your own eternal damnation
For what you judge will come to be
What you experience too
For every step you’re bound to take
Is yet one of twenty-two
Call out for the Empress and Emperor
The mother and father will come
But their advice will be to you
To judge and condemn none
For there never was a doubt
That what you send comes back to you
For every step you take, My Love
Is but one of twenty-two

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