Nature's Keepsake Box

As I sit outside taking in the cool breeze I  become reminiscent  summer’s passing, as the season of fall makes its bold appearance. 

During the summer the trees keeps all of our secrets.

We attended parties; camping trips, barbecues. 

People came and went in and out of our lives.

We had sorrow, happiness and laughter all the while knowing that the warmth of summer would dissipate and we would once again seek the shelter of our homes to protect us from the cold.

Now looking at the leaves on the trees falling one by one we know that our secrets of summers past will always remain safe. 

With each leaf drying up in the cool Fall’s wind, we are once again reminded that the snow of winter’s presence will take its place and hold all of our memories in nature’s revolving keepsake box.

                                                   LM Akins/ Simora England

Dear Children

Dear Children:

You have given me the greatest gift I never dreamed possible.

 You all are my first loves’, my biggest achievement and joy.

Even though you all have grown to be individuals. Your victories are mine.

Your sadness is my despair and your happiness is my delight.

Once we were melted in the same flesh but now you all have grown to explore the world as you see fit.

 Without your existence I would have been a mere shadow of a person.

Never think any one of you have disappointed me for you all are and always will be the pride of heart.

Through an imperfect existence, in giving birth to you all I have managed perfection at it’s finest.

Many people wait till near death to express their feelings, however, I am very much alive and shout my proclamations of love to admiration to my children.

Separate but yet one we share a connection that will never be broken.

In reality Mother’s give birth, however, I wish to say thank you to my children for giving birth to “my” existential life.

 You all have taught me more about myself than I could have ever discovered on my own.

                                                To- Joey- Brandyn-Jesse- Serena and Bibiana

                                                                        (From Mom)

Lisamarie Akins/Simora England

Love Letter

I feel now what I did back when I was a mere little girl.

 On a cold winter’s day I laid curled and snug in my blanket.

 I was as I am now, safe and secure in my cocoon.

There’s a sharp chill that nips at my nose, which is the only thing exposed as I the smell breakfast lingering in the air, which eventually enticed me out of bed.

In the present time, my eyes slightly tilts open as the smell of fresh roasted coffee glides throughout the house and pulls at my senses.

 I feel a warm hand caress my cheek, as he waves goodbye to leave for work.

  And with that simple action he performs everyday unceasingly, I know that I am loved.

 He is my partner, friend confidante and companion.

His blue eyes liken to that of the sea which calms my inner torment and impedes the pain within my soul.

There’s no greater feeling that one can experience, in knowing that you are cherished and admired by the person with whom you share your life.

While most of us are forced to grow old with life’s undying storms, my love lets me know that it is okay to be the little girl I once and restores my child-like heart.

We balance each other’s strengths while comforting one another, in our shared adversities.

While I realize that throughout our journey together there will be disappointments, anger and sadness, there will never be regret; for in my eyes he is made for me and I for him.

 This is my love letter to the one who makes me want to strive for perfection so that I can be the best ME for myself.

 I realize that one day our journey will end, that unexpected day where death comes knocking at our door, however, I take consolation in knowing that our separation will only be for a while.

 When that day comes, we will be reunited in the realm of eternity and will bask in the warm seductive light of infinity never to part again.

I’m honored to share with you my entire love letter, in hopes that with these words it may touch someone’s soul to preserve and endure life’s battles and fight for love because it does conquer all.                   (To Shane- my love, comforter and companion)

                                                                      Love Always-Lisamarie Akins/Simora England

Affirmation

Today I awoke-with a sense of sureness and was unafraid or indifferent by insecurities, which I have struggled with all my life.

Today I awoke replenished and refreshed with a firm confirmation of freedom as I cast  off all doubts and worries. 

With a contrite contrition, I vow to not obsess or absorb any negative energy, which may come my way.

Today I awoke, in a state of determination with the goal of achieving transformation by being a better version of myself. 

I will strive to reach heights that I had only envisioned within the depths of my fantasies.

Today I awoke feeling loved, safe and respected.

 In my partners arms I stand with conviction knowing that my happiness begins with me.

                                            LM Akins-Simora England

Earths' Vengence

Inside my body I can feel the earth’s vibration as fire and storm’s come to culmination. She is unsettled and disgruntled with the humans of this earth and will seek her vengeance to strip everything impure and infiltrated even if she must destroy in order to do it.  There’s a stirring which shakes the utter core of my being, a tremble which can be felt for miles and miles away, hold on to your children and don’t be afraid.

When the sea howls and the earth is shaken from beneath our feet and dust blinds our vision and sight, take cover to hide from the darkness, which overpowers light. Lets all remember how we forsook the earth, as bodies lay buried under the cold hard dirt.

There’s an abnormal sense of doom in the air, a sadness shrouded with denial and fear. These circumstances cannot be controlled it is out of our hands. Man has already set the earth’s destruction in place with carelessness and arrogance causing a result where we will all be displaced.

Hopefully the next generation of species evolved will learn to respect and guard, taking heed to the mistakes of our past, the mistake of thinking that the human race is superior over all things.

The mistake of thinking that we can manipulate the earth as though we ever had anything to do with its creation.

Today I light my candle in solemn memoriam for all of us.

                                                       -Simora England-

To Whom It May Concern

To Whom It May Concern:

Pardon me if I stand self-righteous in defending my truth and preserving the dignity which mankind sought to destroy. My peace comes in the knowing that I have survived, because I dutifully followed the whispers of my conscience and devised a plan that defied all matter of logic, reason and rhyme.

I have seen those who have passed into the outer realm of this world and I am left with a sense of incompleteness. There is an unending secret that shrouds my presence. The secrets and mysteries of this life have been revealed to those who have past on. I can only imagine and contemplate what lies in the beyond. There’s a sense of anxiousness inside my being but at the same time I hold a quiet fear as I grow old and the end comes near.

In this world we set ourselves apart by differences, yet the only thing we all have in common is birth and death. I wonder if this commonality is the reason why we all seek to have control, whether it is control in the family, control in finances or control in everything we have no control of. When someone dear to us passes the immediate reaction is always shock and disbelief even though we all know that death inevitably comes to all of us. Do we somehow feel like maybe just maybe if we don’t think about it or talk of it that it will pass our door?

If birth is celebrated than so should death, because death is the beginning to a higher level of consciousness, which in the end connects us to everyone and everything.

                                                                -Simora England-

Sound Of Pain

Have you ever noticed how the sound of the trees blowing in the wind is comparable to that of an oceans wave as it bounces of a hard rock?

Makes me wonder what kind of sound does my tears make, as it flows steadily down my cheeks.

If my pain had a sound what would that sound be comparable to?

Would it sound like the soft strumming of a violin or a repetitive note of a piano’s key?

Or does my pain sound like the dull beat of my heart, which skips irregularly.

For now I’ll just accept that my pain sounds like the tapping of my keyboard as I work tirelessly to put into words what my heart feels.

                                                           -Simora England-