Stars and Birth

There are thousands of stars  up in the skies like many unborn souls watching us with sad eyes. Waiting  patiently  biding time up in the skies .

thousands of stars

Unborn Souls

They say we are born with all the knowledge  of the universe, we loose it all before we’re one.  It would just be a curse to know so much so young. Where would we go if we knew it all before we had begun.

Gentle souls up in the sky how can you bare what you see. You see us being two faced and you know how unkind we can be.You witness war, you see the politicians lie, you hear the good words and you see the millions die!

You see us misusing  our planet poisoning rivers and fishing dry the oceans. You see us lying to ourselves vowing help to the oppressed and slowly going through the motions.

You see us abusing our children and our animals we all pretend this does not happen  but it does and to deny it would be criminal. You see the money makers in the temples the bankers feeding off the poor and making it look simple.

All you see is grief and pain and lies, illness, plague,deceit corruption and in the end everyone dies.  So knowing this it would be alarming if you did not scream your lungs out at the thought of being born.The effort and pain  would be enough to make you bawl and shed blood tinged tears. You are entering a hell full of fears . There is no future and no hope for you, no reason for you to see it through.

Gentle stars from the skies you are ripped from the womb and brought forth from between your mothers’ thighs with all the weight of your gathered knowledge. You look into a humans’ eyes and thankfully your knowledge slowly dies.

Would that you could show us how to help our world , our selves  and do it now.

18 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Jay
    Aug 28, 2011 @ 02:12:44

    Very philosophical and yet poetic in its best. I am glad to have read this post and to have known your blog. I will keep on coming back for more. 🙂


  2. willowdot21
    Aug 28, 2011 @ 07:38:26

    Thank you for you kind words. I just wondered if it were true what the stars would think of us horror no doubt!


  3. zumpoems
    Aug 28, 2011 @ 21:23:09

    Enjoyed. Love the creative format and general tone.

    (One small typo: “enough to make you ball” should be “…. bawl”)


  4. willowdot21
    Aug 28, 2011 @ 21:52:10

    I am glad you enjoyed the poem. I am also grateful that you spotted my spelling mistake …. it was more that a typo it was a mistake! Thanks for spotting it and for generously calling it a typo! P.T.Y.P.


  5. poetofmidnight
    Aug 29, 2011 @ 19:22:57

    A somber thought but very true. The world needs all the help that it can get from as many people as possible. I like how you opened it up with talking about the stars in the universe. I’ll look at the differently from now on.

    (By the way what does P.T.Y.P. mean?)


  6. willowdot21
    Aug 29, 2011 @ 19:46:26

    Thanks I was pleased with this poem it said what I wanted it to. I just hope it is strong enough. P.T.Y.P. means power to your pen ! my little wish to all writers of poetry or prose.


  7. fallenelegy
    Sep 02, 2011 @ 04:51:06

    beautiful and spiritual writing. comparing stars to unborn souls looking down on us is a powerful opening. now every time i see the night sky i would think different. how ashamed we should be for abusing the gifts nature so lovingly gave us? i really enjoyed reading this work of art. keep writing.


  8. Mira Jay
    May 01, 2012 @ 07:12:16

    We come from star dust; certainly we hold the secrets of the Universe deep inside yet we’re blind to explore our depths…:(


  9. reikiheidi
    Feb 23, 2013 @ 22:03:34

    Wow! “Gentle stars from the skies you are ripped from the womb and brought forth from between your mothers’ thighs with all the weight of your gathered knowledge.”
    This IS amazing! Love your take on this 🙂


    • willowdot21
      Feb 23, 2013 @ 22:11:39

      I don’t know why I associate the unborn with the stars like you. I feel if it were so,they would be ripped from the sky then suddenly awake inside this tiny empty vessel of a baby struggling on it’s way down the birth canal and out through the blood and sweat into a noisy bright and cold place with lots of hands and noise….. nightmare no wonder babies scream!! ewe we are getting deep!


      • reikiheidi
        Feb 23, 2013 @ 22:15:17

        🙂 I agree! I guess it’s the idea of ‘the shining soul’, and I’ve always thought of the waiting soul being in a place like space, only its not space… maybe the etheric double of space?!
        But, I’ve always thought of re-birth as an agreement, not as ‘being ripped from the sky’… but we’ll never know – well, not until we die, anyway!!

      • willowdot21
        Feb 23, 2013 @ 22:18:25

        Deeper and deeper we go , where we will end up no body knows. I do not really know the answer.I like your idea of double space. 😉

  10. WordsFallFromMyEyes
    Jan 27, 2014 @ 04:29:20

    Very poetic, Willow. I can hear that screaming your lungs out at the thought of being born, oh I can.


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