Judy Mochoskay

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I am a sweet captive
to my silence.
It is my divine solace.
Sounds are fleeting
and most times misleading.
My voice is soft
and well mannered
in its delivery.
While the storm of my thoughts
can only be released
in my written words.
How odd that I give them so freely
to be caste in black and white.
My soul covenant to the matrix!
I see you read them
with curiousity...
you are welcome to join me.
Aaaah...right now
I have a fleeting memory
pearched upon my shoulder...
Do you whisper sweet nothings
or little white lies...
that I keep to myself
ever wanting to hear my voice
in its forgiveness?

Today...I watched speechless
as your smile faded away.

Judy 2-23-16

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The Swan

Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river?
Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air -
An armful of white blossoms,
A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned
into the bo***ge of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies,
Biting the air with its black beak?
Did you hear it, fluting and whistling
A shrill dark music - like the rain pelting the trees - like a waterfall
Knifing down the black ledges?
And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds

A white cross Streaming across the sky, its feet
Like black leaves, its wings Like the stretching light of the river?
And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?
And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?
And have you changed your life?

~ Mary Oliver

[Art: Wlop]

...sharing a treasure!

A Blessing for the Brokenhearted

Let us agree
for now
that we will not say
the breaking
makes us stronger
or that it is better
to have this pain
than to have done
without this love.
Let us promise
we will not
tell ourselves
time will heal
the wound
when every day
our waking
opens it anew.
Perhaps for now
it can be enough
to simply marvel
at the mystery
of how a heart
so broken
can go on beating,
as if it were made
for precisely this—
as if it knows
the only cure for love
is more of it
as if it sees
the heart’s sole remedy
for breaking
is to love still
as if it trusts
that its own stubborn
and persistent pulse
is the rhythm
of a blessing
we cannot
begin to fathom
but will save us
nonetheless.

~ Jan Richardson

[Art: Andrea Kowch]

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Those most doubtful
have eyes that only look...
but do not see.
They have lost their sense of Sight!
For it is true vision
not only to see
what is there before us...
but what also lies within.
Focusing not just in the here and now...
but foreseeing unto generations.
We all have this gift.
You have the choice
to accept or reject...
to believe or remain blinded.

Changes will be made...
Their time is near.

Judy 9-4-2020

[on sight] issues;

***Sad one, I've heard all your crying well before you even sighed before all its coming into being!***

I will believe it when I see it.

***In the natural form of sight, the long-suffering of patience in all the forms, of all the sorts of eyes, die, this isn't believing! This is not seeing... All W!ll Come, All W!ll Be, !n the
t!me Assigned!***..

I hadn't visited my writers page in a while...🤓...🤨...

A Dedication to my Mom...I've felt her Love and Guidance throughout this wondrous undertaking! She always saw more in me than I could imagine!

Featured poem in "Pure Intention" eBook
for Clement's : pearls before swine..

Quiet on the set...
No Acts...One Take...rolling...

"You don't have to remember...
just think of me.
I held you.
I was you.
You were of me."..She is gone.....She's gone.....It's over now.

Did I tell you
how much I loved you?..never enough.
We could
fight the fight
and cry over it.
You are my mother...
my anchor
my guilding light.
I have been a wreck
But...still you...only you
can keep me from crashing.
Grabbing me up from
the deep
you breathe into me.
I am yours...always.

I wear my mother's pearls.
A rite of passage?

(I miss you...Mom.
You were right...)

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Available for Digital Download today at: http://www.hivepublications.com/pure-intention-by-judy-moch…

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..but...
the only thing
you must do
IS DIE.
That was the deal
from the get go...
the only
real
guarantee.
Basically
life is just
the timeline
of choices
you've made
while on
"The Journey".
The trick is..
you only fulfill
your destiny
when...
YOU stop trying
and just allow.

Soo...
no need to
fear Death.
For it's one
of two things...
Either,
your Heavenly reward
for a job well done..or...exhale...
last breath here...
Inhale...first breath...
new body...new place...
yet another chance
to start all over...
and get it right.

Do smile!
This time...
I'll catch you
on the
Other Side!

jm 4-29-20

I must overcome this problem!
I must drown this cloud!
I must leave this place!
I must take hold of my genetics,
I must override this trap!
I must redevelop this state of mind!
I must leave this place!

far!!!
I don't like this subject!
Far!!!
I must separate myself from this place!
Far apart, very far!
I will go away!
Far!!!
From this place to another place!
I must upturn the corners of my mouth!
I must engrave a smile again onto this face!
I must change my mind!

I don't want to die..

...
vultures will always
try to devour..
what is not held steadfast.
Don't die...
while your heart
is still alive.

jm 8-25-18

Not going back to the grave..

...
the pane cannot withhold the pain...
windows must be broken...
unless the lie to the heart...
is sealed by a cut to the kiss...

only wrists bleed...
wide open.

judy 4-8-18

The confines of persona must contend with storms at the window..

...soo...
Queenie girl...
some still come
to steal the nectar...
even tho'
your days in the sun
have withered and gone.
Let their tongues swell
as they drink your honey.

For anything sweet...
will always hide
its sting.

Judy 4-4-18

Great Expectance..

...
Somehow you thought...
you were given choices.
Then comes the time...
you have to tear down
the distractions.
They seemed sweet...
easier than the real.
Nice try..but...
only YOU
can catch yourself...

NOW
..not later.

judy 2-9-18
art : Clement..in that matter

in that matter..

...
WISE EYES see
what is not shown.

We all hide
parts of us
in the shadows...

jm 1/20/18

always vigil.

...
Introspect...
yet how
do you see yourself?
An image of
your own accord?
Maybe...
A reflection
from the eyes
of others?
In our creation...
we are each other...
one and the same.

Soo...
that fleeting expectation...
is already...
what you know.

May we all
become the
saving graces
that we pray for.

Judy 12-19-17

Nature capture..

...
Her sight is
clean
and pure.
Are you prepared
to expose your truths...
as she looks
into your eyes?

There will be no place to hide.

Judy 11-27-17

with fresh eyes..

...
Her gentle touch...
is all that she leaves
while falling upward.
Re-creating
her every dream...
to be made real.

Sometimes...
somehow
along the days
you become saddened
and distracted
to the promises
you made.

Listen as the wind
whirls about
your unkempt heart...
for You are Loved
beyond measure.
I trust you...
to believe
in yourself...

again.

Judy 10-7-17

Grace in Fall..

~
Dear...
when I soar
out of sight...
it is then
I become a star...
for you
to wish upon.
There is no falling...
unless you
attempt to
pull me back.

I don't see that happening.

Judy 9-24-17

Hey, how high do you think you could go before you started falling..

...
Tho' of the sky...
she is held down
by the fires...
within her decision's core.

Maybe she needs
to dig deeper...
only truth
will release her...
once again.

Judy 9-16-17

continue..

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This was a matter of choice...
my own decision.
Yet...
Why do I feel soo helpless?
What is it that holds me back...
from reaching for my want and desire?
FEAR of what rightfully belongs to ME!
Foolish mind...
you trick me into deceiving my soul's worth.

You forget...

I have broken down walls...
as well as hearts.

Judy 8-30-17

Remain firm..

...
Little bird
hold your tongue...
I am washing myself free
of the deal that was made.
Can you not hear it?
Mine is the sweetest of songs...
a heart beating to
the flame of...
love lost...yet...
not against

once again
trying.

Judy 8-20-17

The promise of water..

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eBook for : Paranoia..
I can see them.
They are all
watching me...
every move I make.
They think I don't...
but...I do.

Even you...
You said that
you would
watch over me.
All you do
is put words
in my mouth.

What are you
all waiting for?
Am I a good read?

Don't you dare
turn to the last page!

I have a surprise ending.

Judy Mochoskay ??

Adapting the sights..

...
It's like feeling yourself leave
from within someone's heart.
The dissolving sadness
as you become
just a softly pulsing thought...

then only a memory.

jm 8-8-17

Set to the side..

...
why hide from
what you will not see?
Fear blinds you...
while courage gives you sight.
jm 7-12-17

approach..

..
I feel more
what I hear...
then what I hold
in sight.
How your mind
sees my words...
may not be what
I am trying to say.

I cannot bear
to be soo blinded
by sound...
betrayed
by what was
unspoken.

Judy 6-13-17
art : Clement

Shell..

...
Sooo...
what do
we make up?
Not hiding behind cosmetics...
what's real?

I have no need for the pretty.

Judy 6-12-17

I want that which I cannot even see..

...
How odd..
there is
no mention
of time
or space
intended...
only the
soft reflection
on a cutting edge.
This is meant
for private viewing.

I hold myself
under lock & key...
against any intruder.
Who will be
my thief?

Perhaps...
my own heart.

Judy 6-12-17

"Get scared. It will do you good. Smoke a bit, stare blankly at some ceilings, beat your head against some walls, refuse to see some people, paint and write. Get scared some more. Allow your little mind to do nothing but function. Stay inside, go out... I don't care what you'll do; but stay scared as HELL. You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself."
~~ Albert Camus

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Struggling
against restraint...
the magnitude
of buried emotions
erupt from within
the very core of
a once dormant
yet captive soul.
The truths of her heart
are resurrected.
They have been released...
skyward!

Listen
as her
words
bleed...

I Love You...as
I Love Myself.

Judy 6-8-17
art : Clement

way of contact..

...
transfusion in transit!
Fresh Blood racing
in your veins...now! ..hmmm...
would you call this a
Give and Take situation? ..or...Grab & Go?

Guess it depends on
which side
of the tracks
you're on.

Judy 5-31-17
art : Clement

app..

...
you won't melt...
unless you want to.
Only you
see the way you do.
Only you
feel the way you do.

Come clean...
and share it.

I'm as scared
as you are.

Judy 5-29-17
art : Clement

Drizzle..

...You read and write and sing and experience, thinking that one day these things will build the character you admire to live as. You love and lose and bleed best you can, to the extreme, hoping that one day the world will read you like the poem you want to be.
- Charlotte Eriksson - (Thank you...Satomi Okasaka...