Author Archives: Dorhora

Born

Born

Flirtations

Flirtations (With the Id)

Alas
I keep nothing for myself
so unlike Judas and his silver
burning a path for new territory
in his mistress’ realm –
Supermarket aisles
like universal highways (stay on course)
Only take what you may consume –
And ration that lot as well
There is no need for excess
when it leads to destruction
I am no one’s savior
But from this point
I can see for miles…

©Dorhora. All rights reserved.

A Standing Love

To ‘love where one stands’ or love/show affection to another wholly without regard to timing or circumstance, is probably the most selfless act that one human can bestow upon another. It is higher than the art of self-sacrifice and rivals even the all-benevolent nature of empathy. Its origin undetectable and evolution a mystery; this ‘standing love’ adapts easily to its surroundings and gains strength in the most adverse of times. It exists without question or hesitation and can be generated infinitely or as long as existence allows. Once experienced, all other forms of love will fall short of this peculiar incident. This is not a slight to the former but simply a deserved homage to the latter. Therefore, I do not wish you ‘love’ alone, but ‘love where you stand’. No matter your past or present condition(s), I wish you someone waiting in your corner to embrace you fully, and I hope that you will strive to be that someone for another in return. You’re worth it, and so are they. 

 – Dorhora

A Meditation

Broken is as broken does; there is no shame in it, only the rise after the fall. It will quicken you to wholeness and recovery, for it is the furthest thing from pure satisfaction and delight. There is no calm in it; no acceptance, only a blinding desire to gain healing in the shape of unconditional love, a rejuvenated spirit and uninterrupted rest. Brokenness is the first step of transformation, rebirth…you have nothing to fear.

“Tell Them It’s OK to Talk About the [Depression]”!

Racing thoughts. Negative Assumptions. Overwhelmed. Fearful. Angry. Enraged. Hurt. Broken. Tired. Unfocused. Sad. Forgetful. Impulsive. Euphoric. Careless. Fearless. Desperate. Any or all of these are experienced at some time or another by an individual suffering from some form of Depression. If you know of anyone experiencing these symptoms on a regular basis, please reach out to them. Depression can and will impair one’s judgment, personal outlook, self-view, personal relationships, work life, home life, etc. Depression is a real illness; it is not a figment of one’s imagination. It is not boredom. It is not a bad day. It is not a sign of a lack of faith. And prayer alone, walking in the park or listening to music (or even writing) will not always erase the continued pain and other symptoms. In more cases than not, both regular talk therapy and prescribed medication that directly addresses the individual’s particular symptoms can and will help save a life.  Please help a friend or loved one seek the help that they need before it’s too late. It’s okay. It’s really okay to talk about Depression.

And it doesn’t hurt to listen either.  Learn more.*

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Shell Revealed. Photo by quadrapop. http://goo.gl/zUNjDX

Euphoria Mine

and when the last wave
crashed upon the sand
I sung a dirge quietly

and buried the sunset
in my memory

later

I talked with God
as He watched me sleep

among a litter of
broken seashells

© ivy ford deshield. 2013. all rights reserved.

FACTS:

*About two-thirds of people with major depression never seek appropriate treatment.

The World Health Organization ranks depression as one of the world’s most disabling diseases. Yet with treatment, 70% of people with clinical depression can improve, often in a matter of weeks.

*Source: Web MD

The Magic of Joy

Regarding his job, a friend recently expressed to me that “It’s not work really work if you’re having fun…” Hearing this expression before, I never truly believed in its magic until I saw the joy on my friend’s face as he described his twelve-hour days with the same pleasure that a child recounts awaking on Christmas morning. In that same moment, I was truly happy for him and would honestly wish him nothing else than more work hours in his Christmas stocking. This being said, I now know exactly what I want for Christmas and every single day of the New Year: pure JOY from the everyday. And it doesn’t need to be boxed, wrapped or tied with a bow. I want this present delivered with the early morning sunrise and find me thankful still and ready to give more even after the most trying of days. And as I sleep, I wish to know its warm embrace, satisfying me like the greatest of lovers. Jobs, friends, and love can be but a moment, but joy is forever. I do not know in what form this joy will arrive or when, but it will surely come; and I lift my heart in every direction in wait for the gift that keeps on giving.

Chomp…Chomp…Chomp on This

You want me to write as if
I am primitive bones rising from the ashes
Instead of a woman hurling towards death
I have never taken pleasure in the meat of fruit
Only the skin – it fascinates me to no end
Sometimes I eat it
The perfect and firm hull of what may just be
A rotten existence
How juicy red apple delicious is this poem
My rind has curling edges that refuse
Conformity once fondled
And penetrated
It is useless for blackboard education
School girl musings
And rote memories
I gave my wedding dress to my mother
For safekeeping
To keep safe from ink spills
And bloodshed – you know
Random things like that
For every crime
There is a culprit ready to break their shell
Peel back the layers
And rest among table grapes pristine green
And checkered table cloths on days with too much sun
This is my ideal stay of execution
And right about now
I am sure that you want to take a big bite out of my intellect
Chewing it into teeny tiny pieces
Until every stodgy bit is strained into a creamy mad mess
The toddler next door will take up my wit
And paint the kitchen walls
Pea green and marmalade orange
But I have come too far
And you have said too little
I am not cold black quartz
Nor soft gorilla fur
I cannot be that skin or this for you
I am too busy
Far too busy living
And spitting out pits
Slowly working my way
Out of time

© 2013. Dorhora. All rights reserved.

"Pomegranate 3." Photograph by Simon Blackley.

“Pomegranate 3.” Photograph by Simon Blackley.