Memoirs...It's All In The Wonders Of The Morning

Happiness surrounds me to the core of my existence. Beaming rays of light enter my body from off in the distance. Desertion of anguish from off into the unknown. Traveling onward to see a miracle born. Making it's way to a feeling in a moment alone. Far beyond the whispers of the soul, it makes an unnerving retreat to the seas before me. The shallows disappear and love walks in the door, just as it once did all those other times before. The fears are long gone. The anger is buried. Love now consumes me to a typical state of well being. The thoughts are comforting, pleasing. Love me forever, sweet Divine...it's all in the wonders of the morning.

                                     ~Lynn

A Page From The Green Journal

Beauty within my soul
Never before seen
Never before felt.
The divine within comforts me
Like a mother and guides me
To a love beyond words.
The earth and the trees,
The sounds of spring and the breeze.
The only thing that makes sense now
Is slowing down and being at ease.
The only thing I will ever need...
Is this moment
Here and now
With me

Memoir From The Lynn Diaries

                                Beautiful and breathtaking
                       as he steps out of the moonlit night and
                              into my arms. Fearing nothing.
                         We open our eyes to the light of the
                                      love from our souls.
                   A connection never felt before, but comforting
                                  and familiar all the same.
                     Feelings of bliss exploding out of our hearts.
                                The freshly fallen snow melts.
                          Never ending moments of laughter, the
                                      sky lit up with stars.
                   We take in the moment like we breathe in the air.
                                       Gentle and warm
                                with only our souls to bare.



                                                       
                                   Written by Lynn Roberts

The Pier At Dusk

On a whim and into the night.
You stood there standing
As I gently took your hand.
You said nothing, looked amazing.
Both needing something
Neither one could give.
A shadow dances by.
The moon,
The rain,
The pain.
More revealing than before.
The irony of the moment,
Everything is understood
The dark is hauntingly beautiful
And your eyes as blue as the sky
Wondering why.
The sun comes...
I look at you with tears.
Letting go of your hand,
And suddenly realizing...
You cannot undo
What you have done.


Poetry by Lynn Roberts
Photographer Unknown at this time

Reflecting The Soul

The night bares a soul connection,
The dark is a comforting friend.
Red wine on my tongue,
Bottle at the end.
A reflection in the mirror,
Shows a picture of me.
It draws me in...
Telling me stories,
Telling me lies.
Written on my face so now I see,
The luminous reflection of who I am to be.

~Lynn

Snowy Spring Mourning

It may be a dream,
Tomorrow comes smiling;
A waterfall of emotions
To fill my soul.
Wrapped in a blanket of love,
As comforting as a sunset.
"Live, darling" they said;
So I
Brushed the snow off my shoulders...
And kept going.


~Lynn

A Gaze Through The Window

Moonlight,
Foggy night,
Branches tap my window.
Spring breeze,
Evening ease,
Delicate as a willow




Painting by Jessica Bell
Poetry by Lynn Roberts

Art Graveyard

I walk with a frown,
My art downstairs drowned.
A tear in my eye,
I'm going to cry.
The snow, I have found,
Seeped into the ground...
The wonders of why
My art drowned and died










Poetry by Lynn Roberts
Art by Fahad Hossain

Whisper Of The Soul

Include this moment,
In your indifferent pot.
Rampant in your ways...
Vague and gentle.
Rise up like the sun,
Shifting darkness to light.
Tired of taboo,
An unusual timely flight.

Through The Dark Night

As I creep along
This desolate highway
Only for a moment
I resign the emotions
A gleam in my eye
Makes the bad better

Blue By The Water

There's an enchanting stream
But it's the stormy brook I follow
The birch tree serene
With waves of dust and sorrows



#artbysadroses  #poetrybylynnroberts

Romance Under The Stars

A beautiful, snowy winter's night
Under the moonlight the night feels warm
Carried away by the light
Nestled in a blanket by the fire 'till morn

My Parents Had All The Cool Music

When this song came out, the most I could earn baby sitting was 5 dollars. I used to sort through the music for the evening and this Berlin album was in the pile. After I got the kids fed, bathed,cleaned up and tucked in with kisses goodnight and assurances that mom and dad would be home soon, (usually after 1 am) I would go to my mom's Pioneer stereo and on went the headphones. It took my 13 year old self to a world that made me feel super cool and helped me forget that my brother delivered the newspaper and made more money than me, (even though I worked longer and had a greater responsibility) Oh, to be 13 again...and, of course, at the time I was going to grow up and marry Tom Cruise. This song still has my heart. I always fantasized about someone looking at me exactly the way Maverick looks at Charlie....... *sigh*

 ...I was such a romantic kid...guess I stayed that way ;)

The Cry Of The Dove

Gather my heart, put my mind at ease

Replace the flowers, if you please

Through the valley and around the way,

A compassionate, loving garden waits.

Solitude, my dear friend, when will you come see me?

It's kindness that greets, so, I'll sit down and visit.

Reflections pick up the pace through a blue sky, I cry

Maybe I'll flourish, maybe I'll die.

Soothe me the door and the sound of my soul

A secret seldom shared

A love forevermore

My life, my love, be still my heart
Take no prisoners to your secret cell.
In love and memory the time passes by
Run through spaces and traces of lies

Through Whimsical Doors

On a whim and a whisper,

Through the mountains I roam;

Or so in my heart,

When I'm really at home.

Your tomorrow is today,

And I say, we shall play;

Ordinarily I'd be there,

But to stay is the way.

Watching and learning,

Through my eyes and yours;

We take in the seasons

Through whimsical doors.

The Awakening

Running through the depths of my troubled mind
Sweating, panting and begging for relief

The dark cumbersome night offers an eerie vision

Of days to come
Only shadows dance to a lovers glance,

In a world made of stone

Eyes flicker, is that light I see?

Cocooned in a blanket of ennui,

Not caring of the troubles before me.

Charmed by the silence, for it's my only friend

Emerging anew,
It was never the end.

A Long Farewell

In the flesh, I see rivers beneath the sky
Unbeknownst to me, the dawn approaches

I relive my childhood with enchanting
Adventures and Charming faces,

While sharing a smile, a heart breaks in two.

I now cover your immortal soul with a blanket of solace.

A fair trade for the gift of life
Recognize the worth of a loving rebel
With all at stake, they call him home

Moon Love

Jasmine was the fragrance...

The candlelight flickers,

As the moonlight dances on the water

Souls enveloped in the night,

With the breeze gently caressing our skin

Maybe tomorrow it will all fall apart

But, for now, we have the night

...And that moon

As Winter Blooms

Under a blanket of stars
On a wondrous winter's night
Taken aback by a lover's glance,
As the evening breaks the silence.
Showers of snow, bewilderment closes in;
A never ending shadow of love follows her every step.
Beautiful eyes look through to her soul,
With a love that flowers and blooms.

The gentle comfort of his arms,

In a dark room and the door closes alone.
"Your darling days are approaching...
Do not be afraid, my dear"
The voices, though faint, are clear.
Rambling roses and the dawn drink love...
Tailored her every need
Would romance be tangled in the light from above?
The dark waters edge,
In a blanket of barren escape.
All the shuffling near the pier,
"Take your chances, my dear, don't leave your dreams to fate."
Beyond a mortal beginning...

The bloom of the rose begins;

The open door allows love,
In all perfect glory 
And gives her innocence to him...
As winter blooms

In The Midst Of A Spiritual Awakening, A Family Is Torn

When the utmost pain in your heart comes flooding over you, it confuses your brain. This is painful. How will I deal with this? Why the hell is this happening to me? To hell with 'ME'...how will my family ever recover? The dark side of life has reared it's nasty little head again. I didn't think suffering could ever look and feel this way. I thought I had seen it all, but here it is. The darkest of winter sings a dreary little tune, and it suffocates me with every breath I take. I can let this break me, or I can be an inspiration somehow. The challenge is here. This is what all my spiritual Guru's were talking about:
                              
I guess everything is going to fall apart. I am supposed to be an up lifter during this time. It's purpose is like the story of the Phoenix. Find the silver lining and focus on the good so my life can change. I mean, I started this for the greater good for man kind, so I guess this is where it's supposed to begin. With me. Life is about helping others overcome suffering so you can heal yourself. I can't and won't keep spinning my tires in this karmic conundrum by handling things the same old way. It will only bring more suffering, and I know this. So here I go. THE CHALLENGE HAS ARRIVED...and it's patience, love and positivity that will turn this ugly black cloud into a beautiful rainbow. Things will get better.

The mind really is a powerful force. It can enslave us or empower us. It can plunge us to the depths of misery or take us to the heights of ecstasy. I know I can do this. It's time to learn to use my power wisely and make a difference. Wish me luck...
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Liberated and loving it

Brain drainers who want to tap your ideas right down to the bottom of the keg should be put off...

Art is my life, my passion. I write and I paint. Explaining my ideas about how I will live a happy and peaceful, abundant life simply by being true to myself. You'd have thought I escaped from a mental institution...but, in fact, normal everyday cookie cutter life is the institution. And it's called the matrix... and I'm not going back.


What anybody thinks, is irrelevant. It's my journey...and an excellent time to just disappear for a while.