Now I know
This will be hard to read...
What if reading were illusionary.

Let's see, I am not this body.
This is know for sure.
The mind is not I.
I watch the two, in an
Interaction I can barely touch,
I can only grace, essence slips
Through the cracks of my palm.

The Me, I AM, she, he, WE,
I can see anything.
I can tune into
Information being thought
Over seas and time.
Inventions of time prove this,
Theory not needed for One.

WE are what knowledge creates,
What we see, breath, be.
Our source is infinitely creating a new.
WE create what we desire.

Information  is obtained from within.
And then, this leaves room
To question the true steam
Behind learning to read.
Since anything written is
Merely
A single portion of creation,
Perspectives glance, a chance
For a new view.
Since this is, reading carries
a particular weight.

My child resist,
Resist until it fits.
Resist, revolution will look like
This.
Illiterate is illusion, and yet
Illumined beings they are.
Ones that go within to learn
The steps of their path.
Child, resist. Hold tight, clench
Your fists to protest with the love
of your SELF.
Who WE is. Resist.
You are here to change things,
Over time, evolve within
the cycle of things.
To witness... resist and hold form.
We are free. Nothing can be taught
That is not for all to see.
We are free, literally. Bits of me
Spread in the wind.

passion in my chest heaves
the cavity.
embraced in a waves crest,
held deeply, love in its simplest.
rest and birth again, empress.
yours the sweetest essence.

lungs with false puncture wounds
ripples of grit run the edges,
simple forms of welcome gestures
of creations path.
create new paths to follow tomorrow
and the days next.
the heaving extends and blossoms
within, sending pulsations
to the tips.

the sensing tentacles grip
the flow always moving through,
cleansing as the defining lines
lose definition.
the false thought conception
of separation making these blurred lines
difficult to see.
energy moves regardless.

shapes, regulates, procreates.
She initiates.
She that changes over time.

magician engine ignited,
the roar underneath burns loud.
listen,
hear the flames crack, intensely now.
past existence
can be heard burning at its core.
at the end of days for then,
those moments.

magic moments, that have taught
the magician way.
circumstances laid in ways that create
these lessons.
being able to see the teachers notes, transparent.
absorbing, a sponges inherent path.
a minor experience, based in the basic
necessities.
bringing it all in,
naturally attracting the liquid around.
embraced by a wombs insides.
ready to create magic.

under my spell, I am.
choosing to live as I feel is needed.
I create what I desire to see.
the magician breaks free.
spark in the water, the healers heart is activated.
and I get to have these things.
my will is fulfilled.
claiming my magic energy.
One, is to be understood.
spell has been enforced, foundation is being laid.
patience, results appearing.

Spirit paid me a visit in the forest.
He came down a bend
from around the way.
He surprised me.
He told me some things.

I had just asked for my turn.
my sign of the spirits entry into me.
my co-spine.
though I know the partners are many,
there is a space especially for me.
so, as I walked, I asked through fungus
from the trees, my friends.
I knew they would communicate for me.

He walked right past me. he obviously heard my call.
His graceful movements created an arousal,
an awareness of His power,
the wild stallion He is.
the way His hoof pressed into She.
each one stepping so lightly, his presence felt.
His dark appearance providing contrast.

I felt His heart.
He wanted to visit me, closer yet.
and I asked when I would see him again.
my heart is anxious and ready to expand.
He is near, Spirit said, and
disappeared into the forest.
He left a trail to You I
follow in earnest.

I wonder what it would have been like
To live in the suburbs with you.
In the Twin homes, streets lined with high walls.
The quiet neighborhoods,
Behind those doors
Are the stories to be told.  

I wonder how it would have felt like
To walk evening paths, holding your hand.
Steps towards birth.
I envision how your love would have felt.
How the cool night breeze would remind me I was with the right one.

Though somehow these were not our steps.
In my dreams it's a mishap and we
Always get another chance.

lonely moments send
me to your side prepared for
light you always glow

as the levels extend
I submit to I AM.
the clarity has landed.
what is before WE
I yet comprehend.
universality, though is apparent
and my own eye witnessed it.
confirming sources surround me with
intention, Im calling you all in.

I stand firm in my sand.
my breakdown of past lives.
my opportunity to sink down
into the depths of her womb,
feel the ease of her dance.
birthed from the tender ***** of light
at her breast preparing for the let down.

information is coming down
with a presence, an essence, a truth
of free.
only from the mental captivity
that was cultivated to keep me from
you… only temporarily,
thine energy birthed anew
through my own womb -
so I know the intention is pure.

live(d) turned around is a riddle
for your confusion, reality is
(d)evil is a mere choice, as is to live.
and fear.

it all just IS… and where you put your focus matters.

focusing on aether or on matter will
produce different results.
the creator or the incubated.
both serving purposefully.
be aware of your role.

as I release my song into this breeze
I hear the tune,
the wind of Gods lungs
laying my head on your chest
and watching it heave.

I focus on the beauty
I chose to use me to charge my group
to rise WE
we see clearly,

focus.

New life begins,
And if left alone, he crawls to his mothers chest.
Inch by inch he crept, towards the smell of Her.
If left alone, he will suckle and be kept
Well. Secretions of liquid gold will
Give this young babe all he needs to grow.
Mothers milk evolving as
His needs change.
More heavy on the immunity
In the beginning.
Protein and fat highly prized too.
His brain will activate on time
As he's held, and he'll be prepared to be a warrior.

His strides will carry him across
Her Mother, the birth space of Her womb.
His own home.
The sounds there are tuned to his heart beat. Time in utero necessary.

His strides tell us there are no internal miseries.
Only choice, blasted epiphanies!
Only choice, it's the truth I see.
Our Mother is choosing her army.
She's aligning great luminaries,
Great bright things,
That clear the fog.

She over grows to nourish the soul,
As she nourishes the ground.
Each level balanced out.
We among the stories.
Creating our story to be expressed in our genetic code. Set in forward mode already, no reverse, forward only.
And the past still does it's thing.

Her milk responds to her babes calls.
Many of us are calling home.
We are asking for God to bring forth the light of the heart.
To expand the height
To retract the dark.
Recognizing Her cycles.
Knowing they are infinite.

All things have cycles.
We choose our steps.
Mamas always got our backs,
Though. And since plants are built like us, they are easy to assimilate,
The bond vast.
Our Mothers milk, adjusting to her
Children's calls. The hormonal shift.
The talk of the hearts.

watching these ways change
rising temp my skin feels free
she pulses with life

traces of your essence
litter my path, well lighting
the way, charging the rebel in me,
knowing I can truly be no other.

only traces, substantial pieces
have been broken down
into traces, the dust of things
of the past. only remains.

the traces illuminate within me
as if they were me, and I know they are.
your words play as the memories
that I choose to stay in
and replay, and cherish.

traces of stuff gets blown around
and I can taste that which has graced
you. that which flowed through you.
it rests my sense of urgency.

the traces seem to be enough
for me to follow, to a greater me.
to a clearer journey, the rebel being
nourished, while the servant doing the work.

the work that must be done.
the work of the angles.
of the ones that guide us, my grandma.
the work of LOVE,
the one that destroys all it creates.
the power of fate, the feeling laughing
creates. just do the work, she says,
whether they laugh or
turn the heads,
do the work.
put together the traces,
they lead only to You.

Within there lives a beast
Secretly guiding the feets
Path. Quietly protesting with thunder!
It’s a beastly wonder,
The courage of this thing.
The fire it burns
The passion it intends.
Deep, deep within.

Down in there, deep down in
The beast watches over our soul.
It’s the kind of friend
We all need.
Its lit on both ends.
fueled and on fire,
protesting with disobedience.

The fire, this heat
This beastly One,
it rests alone.
The energy it feeds from is
Of before.
Its our source,
Our home.
The delicately strong
Complex throng of love,
And song, and bodies becoming One.
Lines fading, merging taking place.
Beasts meeting, free.
Passion behind clenched teeth,
Grinding tightly,
Oxygen on the fire.

in past lives we danced
to beats created with our feet.
we stepped carefully over Her back.
we pranced, leaped. we slept embraced
by the breath of the trees.
we leaned in, desired more.
the heat burning right underneath.

this love is one to delicate to define.
words miss its entirety.
this love tastes, feels, refines all.
in perpetual movement.
circling, shifting coast to coast,
paddling through the waves.
we grow weary searching for
strokes that do not burn.
they all work the muscle.
exercise the beat.
tune her. its a skill none can compete.

sitting here, remembering how it feels.
the feverish chills, the trace along my back.
dig down deep, bury into the death.
mine the sands of time, uncover the healers
tongue. release. fear of dying.
release fear. be free. be me. be me. be me.

I'm meditating on meditating
trying to figure this out
learning to clear my mind
breath in
breath out
the thoughts have slowed
my love reminds me
just think of something
else
not so distracting
not so dishonoring
to my spirit
I'm trying
not every day is a "success"
some I meditate less
once every 30 days or so
I cry
Ah to be woman
…it's just me.

the voice within
the one that powers the
language and the concentration
working on addictions of
passing time.
an intriguing concept
really you just breath or
sleep and breath, in and out
breath in
breath out

tinted window panes
keep light out.
distort what's behind
and out front.
vision skewed,
intentions unknown.
malevolent guises energy flows.
intentions unknown.

transparency is key.
its free here.
once the light begins its path
through you, you feels its intense
request.
allow for a clear see through.
hide no parts of you.
the light penetrates,

and travels to its required destination.

Human love
Seeming, tied to the ability of our speech,
Spoke of. Loved, we feel it.
We know when another has these feelings.

I vision a love of the Earth,
Found my home.
This being, merging with parts of me
I don't need to speak, unburied my soul.
Free ability to soar. I see you.
Perhaps you look like me,
Sense like me.
Watch things closely.

Then i wake up.
And ive watch the constellations shift,
Like they do nonstop.
Twirling around above head,
Faithful tomorrow it will happen again.
This massive measuring cup above my head,
Will move like this for another million years,
Taking with it the tides of time.
The flows are in its memory,
Overpouring.

Look closer now, see past the lights
On the ground,
Adjust your eyes to the night sky tones.
The backdrop will be shown.
You'll see how close they are if you
Can.

These feelings Ive yet to share
In those moments of love.
The way the sky really makes me feel.
How my body ripples, delights in
The pleasure of its full embrace
By the heavens.

Its felt.
A signal within sends vibrations
Travelling down my spine and then
My lover comes.
Merged in One,
I arrive. The liquids pour down,
Erruptions from my core.
And my lover recieves it all.

He'll hear the call.
Love will already be in him,
I will look closely
And make sure i see your glow,
ill know as his body comes within.
Ill finally feel your soul.

Feed me your soul.
Allow me to vessel your gold,
And we will light the fire!

I return this site to you all. I never wanted to invade this precious space for so many. I will leave my poems up … I cannot believe I have had 10k views…its mind blowing that you can share your creations with so many. I will keep writing. This has been a huge gift for me. I know of the tense realities of this site, I LOVE it the same. Its been my ear, my shoulder during a year of amazing happenings. To the poet Stephen Holcomb, thank you for your words of guidance. I will learn how to stop when its time, one day. ryn, thank you for collaborating with me. I was very inspired… You are a beautiful poet and writer. That was only the first, not the last, creative collab Im a part of… what a special thing to combine that energy. To the women here, write your souls out. There are a couple that are deeply powerful ladies, I can tell. Vicki you instantly come to mind, you write as if in the heavens, as you are. I know you are no novice, I respect your work fully. Sisters keep using your voice. To the young black writers here, please keep writing! The world requires your perspective. To all the poets that read this, really, I enjoyed every poem Ive ever read here, many much more than others :) I have truly, humbly appreciated every single like and smiley face and comment. Each one gave me more confidence to practice this craft that I was born with, yet never exercised. This community helped me rise up from the creative ashes and be reborn. I have grown much here, among these words, these lines. You all know me better than anyone else in my life actually … Except the few friends that check my poems out here. They know that what I write is just my experience…

Id love to do what many of you do here and create a new account and write anew… though I feel my days here are just over. There is something about having this huge audience to write for, when you need to. I think I want to start reading my work though, and sharing it more with my community and I definitely have a book I need to get out. Besides the internet is just so not trustworthy… my brain needs a break from this melancholy madness!

I say all this to just say Thank You all, from the bottom of my heart, for allowing me into this community for the time I needed. I remember when I had 1000 views and I just about lost it! That was a lot of reads of works that had been read by no one else…. Which is why we writers are here… I get it.

Til we read again … LaNita ( which is my real name … I may write on another page website some day, and I will use the same name. If you see me say hi :) Maybe you could put me up on the politics of that site before I dive head in … ;) Peace

I am plagued in self doubt,
It's been two years now,
The vibrations recently have been dim.
For so many days,
I've been working.
Slightly adjusting to the new songs.
They sound different when we stopped talking.
When I stopped trusting.
It's all about trust for me.
Romantically that desire clears when
I cannot depend on your word.

Two years we've been living here
Replaying the same dry tunes.
Repeats of how each hurt the other.
Recounts of the days, perspectives differ.
Finding less and less in common.
Feeling the distance grow.
Slowly then quicker.

These days now are heavier.
Too heavy. Too cold.
These days need to be released.
My home must be in peace.
I can no longer live in this.
I must take back the lead of my life.
My children follow directly at my feet.
My children make me feel so deep.
They kept me here for two years.
Of constant energetic war.
They pushed us to try.
We tried, it's now time to let it go.

Our health is weakening,
Mine is.
These days things are how it is,
There's no coming back from this
For me and you. We just need to move on.
Do this co-parenting thing like the Gs we are, and make a life for our babies
There's no other way we can all make it.
I must breath again, regardless of what I said, I can no longer maintain.
And it is in our foundations, and up til today. Time to give way to new birth.
The 10 year is up, and our son believes I
Was born on the 10th of every month.
He's an antenna too.
They guide me, they know me so well,
I must pay attention to his tune.
Zeros and ones create anew.
It's the technique of the two.
It's the year for space.
Manifestation is being brewed.

And I love you, I always will.
These days I wish to be farther still,
Hurt feelings are raw, and I'm still confused by where my friend went.
Though men are wired different
And you lost your friend too.
It's why we've been doing this for two **** years! I feel sad for you.
And you believe I'll see you again.
Though you're so gone.

And I am thankful for the light.
Stand up girl, get up, let's go...
Stand up!

late night commitment
messages must be sent, quick
working to freedom

before we met,
the years prior to our lasting bond.
those moments back then.
I lasted in a loneliness that my soul
searched for a release from.

those days, I,
missed you.
I, knew you were near.
I, longed to be aware of your presence.
that essence you emit.
transmit into my mind.

I wandered aimless,
seeking that scent.
prepared to miss it this trip.
realizing the connections were easily
stripped. scorned, disconnected.
those moments were mostly spent within.

then,
I begin to hear your steps.
closer they get. leaving signs of treasure.
tickles of pleasure layers deeper than
previously known.
touching places not yet seen.
not felt. more traction still left,
only lightly trekked by self.

though, those steps,
they picked up in intense.
they hurried up.
I could hear the urgency,
the call was loud.
it called me loudly and I
startled. I anchored down deep,
released new sensory abilities
and heard your sound.
the magic you sing,
in perfect melody with the birds
and the wind gliding through the leaves.

you sing these tales to me,
freedom songs of moments passed.
of past lives that I outstretched.
ones I walked. ones of last time.
reminders of the ways of last time.
or the time before.
combining for this push forward.

the energy has been resting in the sling,
the whipping curl of the string,
as it arches back to push things forward.

it stings a bit, and you make sense.
I hear you.
the love notes are carried through the tree
network, your personal amp.
the ones that chant you true.
they reveal your passion.
your desire for new moments.
as you continue to push through
I submit, I give for contraction to do
what it is intended to do.
I open with each wave,
my legs shake.
you come through.

I at your feet.
preparing to nourish you.
nurture you.
receive the light of life,
I do.

inspiration erupts!
tasting colors I've never before seen.
sensations of greens, and purples.
the path laid clean.
excited me. and I am thankful.

genuine inspiration erupts from
the muses of time.
pushes out line after line
pushes one to find
the delicacy of their voice.
the steps in the sand.
hand in hand with backs straight

blown over head, mystical.
forced beneath, cyclical.
around and around again.
pace yourself, child.

intuition is soul communication,
whispering so loudly you
feel friction, you know to listen,
or you don't and it keeps telling the truth.

you, are the muse.
a catalyst of bursts of magic
that sent me chasing after it
and found my way back to you.
yet again, the win is always
fought for. losing isn't real anyways…

the day grows lighter,
shadow lifted from my head.
the fog wished to permeate and so it did
until the weather shifts, and inspiration
sparks again.

consistent with my walk,
that beat .. I tap my toe in between lines.
always waiting patiently for the next healing,
the way of me.

last spring, as she crashed to the Earth,
I heard, rebirth, I heard its
expansive nature.
I watched the Earth awaken, stir, be reborn.
I now ride her wave, I prepare for falls harvest.

the seeds I planted then, they were varied.
many different species, respecting
diversity.
encouraging soil to transform, to be built
up… soil the base of all things.
the destination for rebirth. Earth, its self.
She welcomes the dead, the cold dirt
embraces the shell, releasing the head.

this season, first fully aware.
this year, the questions were released.
the responses, quiet in nature,
quietly watching the nature of things,
the cycles of me,
harvesting the deepest of seeds.
the ones that grow deep,
tap rooted, dug deep.
bursting into rocks that lay as silent giants,
releasing the minerals life requires atop.
bursting through the soil,
called to the Sun,
cultivating, care taking, maintaining
for new seeds, next year.

planting along with the mothers of Mother,
encouraging my growth
to align with my self,
released to prepare for new seasons.

it moves rapidly
each world is contained within
gliding through times stance
preparing to birth, yes, yet again…

yet if you die
with your visions in your head
you commit to death your world.
your last breath, your last chance
to expel your perspective.


poets do it best, maybe.

bodies and planets do the dance,
they interlock at the birth, and express
the signs of things,
holding hands, until the death.
the vessel destined for the dirt.
the soul joins the rest.

those flashes, those deep seeded facts,
the ones you know without knowing,
in fact, those are your truth.
the ones needed to be spoke,
sung or sculpted. however you feel good.

fears keep us from doing this,
plus we forget who WE really is,
the connecting fabric of the witness,
WE. the basis for creation,
each perspectives experience
is necessarily different.
time space needs peripheral vision.


to die with your world trapped inside, man...
maybe
if I look close enough in your eyes…
I can capture the light.

Expanding
Pushing my self to the outer edges
Of self,
Free falling, on the stern course
Of expansion.

Contraction
Requiring fuel to change over time,
Energy gains through the heart
Are taxing sometimes, calls us to
Retract our minds,
So our heart may guide and we fill
With life delight, the sunlight, the stars
The beauty of a fly. Our reality.

In and out, the perfection in the dance,
The lasting stance, of commitment to time.
We breath it in...

Instant relief.
The release...

New belief in expansion.

It's why they teach us dumb ish,
Why the schools are concerned with
The clothes kids live in.
The basics are so clear, we just miss them.
With every breath in, we potentially
Create again.

Slowly and fully allowing contraction.
Release of spent flow,
Slowly and fully recharging
To be expanded again.
To create again, and again, and again...

The future looks light

sometimes its all I can think of,
the glory of life.
how it just keeps on striving.
how no matter what life maintains.
it rebirths to the next moments.
it feeds the current ones...
feeds the currents. nourished by soul.
by what I spend so much time thinking of,
wherever you are, here, right here now.
here you envelope me whole.
your smell gets stronger only when I think of you.
my nose twitches... I sense you, near.
I desire your identity be revealed.
set us free. foundation rebuild.
reunion is being planned.

It's that right there
That contact, the time to be there.
The things that must occur.
The faith to learn to just take
The next step. To learn to trust
My heart.
There are many paths in there
Though I follow the one where I move
Easy through.
The ones with less resistance.
They bring me quicker to You.

ever since I was young I have loved the rough ones,
the hard ones, born from a womb of fire.
ability to love the spaces others run from,
no amount of emotional obstacles tire me.
born when the faith is near gone,
rebirth on the horizon, spring guaranteed to return.
this season has a particular vibration,
notes of visualization, tuned to the chord of universal love.

universal love. what does that really mean?
are we really considering loving
everyone and everything?
loving the dark as we do the day
and the night as the light.
the building up of the next come up
and the guaranteed destruction of its life.
standing still in the center, neither seem far.
my hands reach out and can sense
both sides were required to start.
so which matters most?

If I chose to see, I continually turn to the light.

why? well because half of us must
energize that side. I flip, trust.
some days I find myself lost in the darkest
parts of us. drowning, forgetting to put my feet down.
those moments I earn more ground, I build
up for the next wave to come.
I keep my head up and the light always shines bright.
any time I look to the light, it shines,
distracts me from low vibes, keeps my
mind alive and aware both sides matter
so I ride these waves.
I coast this vibe, this patience for the other side,
the light always returns, rebirth is life.

to me, universal love is recognizing that
both sides are required.
death is required for life.
sound is required for quiet.
my peace is found in between.
piercing, I burrow into its sweet core,
the feeling of home is seen,
the frequency shifting the waters.
this season makes me believe these things,
later winter rebirth is coming type things,
universal love's guarantee.

our Earth always springs forth, new life
will always return, there is no final ending coming,
we are secured in her crown. the cycles move around
again, and then down shift again and love is still
what bounds it all. unconditional
universal love that is birthed from her core
over and over and over and over and over again
until she rests and then births some more.
this is a Mother's core, Our Earth, an all knowing
soul that provides us with everything that we have.
and anything more. all comes from the Earth and her core.
there is no thing that does not come from her back,
her heart, her sacrificial programming, knowing
rebirth keeps it going, so we honor before.
she guides us to honor before.

before our division, before our confusion,
mental conversation depression, disconnect
from our one. from the one that we are.
from the one that we trust, that we must trust.
trust she has birthed the ones needed to carry
forth the torch. she is prepared for all.
she provides her children all. never turning her back
on all of us.
believe in the return of the spring, it is for all of us.
and it is coming.

it is coming like every year before.
her cycles are the core. the magma turns
and prepares for the waters.
new life springs forth.
and we love it because it joins,
it forms.
universally creating, honoring before.
she encourages you to honor before. honor before.
universal love.

as he rises I hear the faint
trickles of fear dissipating.
I see him clear.
I want to hold him dear,
in the embrace of a friend.
allow him to know I fear not
the fire he can create here.
how he penetrates my soul,
how his seed has changed me.
I have no fear left here,
I only wish to hug.
the bitter cold is too much.

we do not believe the confessions
before our faces,
the admittance of the travesties.
we choose to see things how
it is constructed to be seen.
there is always the choice,

I think its the missing rituals
that we forgot. spell casted,
fog rot. rolling in on all the mediums
that come from system, all of them.
so we're a little bit bombarded.

the muse of the creators, the power,
the originator, She, is to be trusted.
misguided centuries
have turned the heads disgusted
at the miracles of  their times,
witnessing the feminine spirit of the spine
birth a child, or raise a tribe.

She and her daughters are the ones
who know alone,
that moment, that human form
pushes out of your core,
emerges from the dark,
the songs of spirit circling the babe,
caressing the body for the trek.

alone, that moment. you have no one.
there is no option, it is you and God
gracing the entrance of new life.
portals being used so frequently
we call it normal…

we cut wombs, screaming
mama cannot open, (as her entire system shuts down from stress)
woman robbed of her moment alone,
her moment to know,
to remember her home,
the submitting to faith alone
that she is alive!
(pitocin has the exact same effect,)

robbed of birth, the birthing mother
weeps for the gut wrenching, stomach hurdling
pain to cease, the pain of creation.
the necessary absorption for mother
to mother, to heal her children, her nation.

in that moment alone she learns who she is …

with that moment she becomes mother,
her ritual as a creator.
woman finds her way there regardless,
though these moments are the ones
God created to witness self,
to hear the music of movement,
to live in the creative destruction,
as one.

some will tell the story as there are many sides
there is only one.

these transitions in life
have a way of slamming in.
they carry weighted experience.
they alter time.
these shifts, the waving goodbyes,
the new normals.

gold,
the only material worthy,
the only metal capable of keeping
the mold off, keep the heart pumping fresh.
opening and closing for the workout.

trust, these movements of such,
these takes and thrusts.
the massive shift of the ocean, as the tide
releases its hug upon this shore.

She heaves, and shifts the sea.

these pure moments,
they carry all of the energy that is needed
to make it the next round.
ejected from new moments in space.
ones yet to be seen.

its these,
these brilliant moments.
I tend to rest patiently in between,
as the energy is building.....

yet again,
born amongst confusion.
options
to create tunnel vision that leads to
misguided directions.
leads to the blatant miss of self.
lead to the breakdown of me,
all my philosophies,
my dear.
release choice, abandon the notion
I am somebody.
dissolve the judgement,
my nature knows not
of these vibrations.
my nature, devour these noises.

true beauty from my vantage point
true blessing of motherhood
desires controlled
ego losing its companion.
self, aware of my voice, now.
self, aware of my ecstasy,
of my memories.
calling the end to accepting
new imprints
that signal warning
that perpetuate the climate being warmed
and the matter of past matter
released into space.
free energy to create again and again…
calling and end to my madness.
insanely choosing anything
again and again.
tip toed to free.
now opening to my truest possibilities.
I was always free.

energy has a new burst
bubbling oozing out.
I have no space for their identity.
so I replace it.
so I commit to communication.
so I move forward
peacefully
abandoning all sadness, grief and misery.
I inject my fingers,
high into space.
I learn to play the strings.
I do as I am
and I calm.
perhaps my next birth will be amongst peace.

more continue to rise.
her call is deafening still for many.
pattern recognition missing from our history.
hearts bleed when death occurs again and again...

though it seems, there is a group of WE
that clearly hear through the visions.
this group, these warriors for the heart
have begun a serious procedure,
a complicated circumcision of fear based
conditions.
this group exists in all generations,
though now is a new day.

the feeling I get when I AM
in the presence of these beasts,
I get a bit flushed.
my mind rushes with thoughts of US
here, with the path to peace so clear.
my body trembles and I want to push in on
these people.
I can feel it in the air.

the air changes, winds shift,
rainbows become more prevalent.
you can feel when ONE arrives.
these warriors extending arms
and heart space.
fine tuning things.
right at our eye.

these are the gifts the light bring.
and the dark has its gifts too.
the truth is the warrior heart is
blue.
darkened with each offense that causes pain.
though suffering is choice and so
this blue tends to be rich with voice
of chosen path.
the conflicts needed to light yet another path,
and the cycles do not stop.

its the fear based choices
the warriors of now are here to expose.
the cycles truths are being unloaded upon us
through the times of today.
much of it is created to keep these
warriors at a slower pace, these light workers
feel the race, now. and are on the way.

the time is now, and always.
I feel it in the air.

This peace that I feel,
These feelings of calm.
This confident knowing all is ok,
Constant movements of up and down.
The minor adjustments made,
These steps of my peace.
I've enjoyed them.

Watching them from within,
Noticing each contraction of the thigh
As the foot maintains its gait.
Pausing only for rest and reunion.
When family is felt, or seen
It is relished in. Time stands still in
Your embrace.

Then on to the next,
And I am taking stronger steps.
Where my arch is strong and set,
Hips centered, squared.
The back relaxes a bit, and I get back into it
I groove to the music,
I feel so good within.
The questions are thinning.
The time is here, my path I respect it.

Creating new energy for you to **** in.
It feels good to release it.
It feels good, as I welcome fresh energy in.
So much to expend,
To lend, please allow me to extend my source.
Tune in, if you feel my draw, tune in.
Allow the healing to begin to tend to your heart,
Allow the mend.
Our cores are speaking. You feel so good.
We exchange again. ****, you feel so good.

la la luna
the one that shines bright.
Her glow mystifies my eye.
as She moves across the sky
my mind ponders the surface
and what lies beneath.

la la lun
perhaps thats what you do.
processor of things,
filtering through.
I feel your moves.
they lay waiting in the base of me.
in the hollow parts of my core.
there the shifts rest,
moving back and forth.

la la una
the One I cannot contest.
the perfect balance of movement.
pressure being built to release it
again and again.
my waters embrace this.
they hold the charge that encircles
the stars within.
they prepare for collision.
super novas on course.
the lens receives a focus.

hearts calling grows intensity increase,
beating quickly now.
having seen in singular vision,
neutral path.
knowing each side is a distraction.
my heart seems to be pulling me.

deeper tugs towards One.
focused fully on Us.
my children keep me grounded,
dug in. that light that entered
holds me here.
they need me here, so I hear the call.
some balanced time of me.
receiving all I desire.
healthy options to switch between
and my path set on sharing you.

the love discovered,
there is no challenger,
no experience greater.
once this feeling of unity is felt
under the skin, in the core
it is understood,
innerstood, aware becomes fine tuned,
once this love affair becomes clear.

this movement we do.

yes I call for the fulfillment of my desires
the intimate walk with you.
I desire to sing my song,
to release these parts of my soul.
knowing parts of me will always soar,
bits are intended for the wind.
thats when I relax some.
enticing you to create the first note.
you think you don't remember.

There are ways to remember,
mostly becoming aware of the need
and just asking. awaiting the response
knowing it shall come.
trusting when the heart calls.

it calls, it directs the paths we wander.
time seems to know when it will ring.
things are always as they should be.
its the trust. believing, knowing
that all answers are available to you.
we can access all we are,
One creation, manifestation of One.
without hesitation, when we ask,
and know the response is to come.

it comes.

Moving through these changes
I feel my feet dragging, some.
These alignments are maintaining,
Steadily participating in this dance of us.
The sway of the hips to the beat.
Moving, trailing, leading,
Stumbling, rising, standing. Firm.
Aware of One. The feet are heavy here,
The feet leave deep tracks.
Winding roads to map. Generations
In need of paths. Options to create new.
Disturbance for greater tomorrows.
Energy's cycle, History's truth.

you walk in, humble
yet with ownership.
I assume you own it.
your glide magnified by my eyes.

your long black hair
settles my desire,
the nerves grow to meet mine.
your eyes glance by mine,
I hear your breath stop.
you see me.

you see me, fully.
you cannot believe what you see.
you thought I only existed in
your dreams, and yet there I stand.

I stand, next to you, charging you,
fully charged within,
when you part from my side,
I feel the wind whip and twirl my mind
out of here… into the next life.

I stand next to you,
holding your hand.
palm in palm, sweetness
in our stance.
watching you for your guidance,
guiding with my hand.
trusting your vision.

I see through your eyes,
I know they cannot be mine.
the perspective is too wide.
the peripheral lacks the instances
yet sees you always.

you walk in the room
and my eyes find you.
my heart called you
my hands guide you,
to me.
listen carefully, I'm calling

our world goes on

in each battle, fought and won
or loss,
in each birth or death of one loved
there rests a moment to grieve.
to feel sadness for that which
was lost.

though the world always goes on.

living in awareness
sitting in gratitude for
each action upon us.
each opportunity to create
a better world, for us.
the real change is in
being accountable.

hate is hate. whether its for your self
or another.
whether it is for a team or a lover,
it does not matter. the energy is tuned
alike.
this energy is stored for some source to
light,
and light it they do.
right back in front of you to keep
the cycles strong.

for how long will we be left sitting in the dark...?
lights are sparking.
beacons are being turned on.
you must rise within your self
to see any change happen.
we must learn to live
righteously.

and Im not talking religiously
I AM righteously covering
our responsibility.
the action is due to you.
YOU need your own energy
to create what your heart is here to see,
what the voice within calls you to be.
that person will start the waves meant to surf.

as those waves just maintain
and instances of pain are given attention
and the light is ignored,
and the light is diminished,
and the light is covered with full body cloaks.
the movements do not stop
and many get sick.

wellness must have its opposite.
so it is not 100 percent...

though You, You can do it.
you can release the tense fists
and submit to what is.
WE got this... let's influence the world
with righteousness,
and unconditional love.
its the other side of the coin.

Since the moment
Your presence was known
The shift got intense.
Child's play is of
Yester days. The experience cleared,
Followed by turbulence
By the deep seeded desire
The longing
To end my loneliness.

And yes, I've dealt with this,
Too.
It's not my lonely ending with
You,
It's the reflection you prove,
The proof... I don't know
How I knew,
Your smile perhaps was a clue.

The proof, the puzzle being recognized
So clearly at my eyes
And then the reality,
You, blind me. Your energy absorbs
Me.
How is this possible...
I feel my feet planted firmly
My head tilted to it's star,
Back straight, fluid prepared -
Then you're there
And surges flare.
I only want to hold you close.

I need some air
Meet me in the trees.

Fertile behavior
Bright reds, showy greens, purple
Too. Body tender

as I listen to you move around
I feel your intense measures
your perfect pleasures
the dark side too

and I watch you
skip from beat to beat
missing nothing. I dance with you slowly.

this next section,
these following lessons,
have been my anticipation.
the moments I have been awaiting,
patiently.
the special ones just for me.

they are closer now.
the moments where I rise in love.
the options for the best of me
readily, steadily available to me.
stimulated, solely, through the mind.
tickling my thighs, taunting the nape of my neck
through your time. I love it.
I love our time.

and I feel your vibe traveling from there,
its so similar to mine, I know that these
moments are divine.
our work to recreate the timeline of here, now.
the time in the dirt,
the time with Her.
I know our cycles were preparing to
intertwine, and I can see already
that these will be the moments that
truly inspire me to rise, like my children's
smiles.
those moments where you just feel alive!

like when the energy surges through my body
and the rain feels like its cleansing
my memories as they ride to the front of my mind,
taunting me to live then, again.
in any moment other than now.

though I don't mind,
I know here I belong.
so my attention you have.
I feel your entry into my life and
I want to be near your side.

honestly I can be anyone,
I can morph into any frames
persona. I can become their reflection.
at almost any point in time,
my personal self can secede.
and it does so honorably.

I can sense definitions,
how you sense things. I do not claim
to know you. though your energy does
provide clues that make
reflecting you easy.
struggling only to see how you
see me.
here I tend to get confused.
loves lessons are truly full.

and its what water is to do.
there is no ridding of the reflection.
its meant to absorb the colors.
it will do. as intention is set,
the water moves south.
it will do as it is intended,
moving along down stream.

I looked up and heard
you, your tone called me in and
I answered my call

watching a grapevine breath.
it adds the green leaves on
in early spring.
they spring to life, from
small pink bulbs that set in
right after the frigidness of
the dark of winter. right after.
her first leaves are a dark green,
they bleed the new life out.

she takes a breath in and
pushes tiny buds out.
the smallest of richest grapes
begin to show up and you begin
to prepare for the harvest.

the breath quickens as the fruits go from green
to some darker tones.
each one, takes its own journey to ripe.
she fans the fire of life
with another breath.
the true dark of US pops out
and you smell her.

she sighs as her fruits begin to drop
and be cut.
the release of the weight of things,
of last spring, she now
desires to be free of.

she breaths in again,
deeply
and her first leaves turn brown.
starting at the tip, the chlorophyll races
in to the clouds.
the yellowing, spotting,
a breath to release the past.

there are still many yet,
I watch her breath.

This dance gets me wet,
Gets me ready to drip deliciousness,
The core movements creep out.
The roll, moving through,
Pushing, shaping, manipulating for
Desired outcomes.
How moments will look.
The steps move quick, shifting
On beat, tip tapping, dancing, perfectly on. Beat.

These explosions of me, drown out bleak
Memories of defeat.
Healing, these waters proceed, moving
Down river. Remaining free,
Shifting, shifting ... leaving all begind.
Steady forward, pressure of enforced movement.
There's just no stopping, these waters will flow.

Some gets on your lip,
You taste it with your tongue.
You intake me, allow me to roam.
I love how it feels.

your tone sparked within
My personal attention
Since then, I wander

since I was a little girl
I wondered about the perfect love.
the one that is always there.
the one that hears your insides.
Ive since thought Ive known many,
now I realize the quest was one of recognition.

perfect loves are ones of great trials,
ones that are given the chance to live.
you must feed the flame of this love.
you must dance in the smoke
and light of its fire.
holding hands, circling.

its a give and take thing,
the perfect love looks like this.
the two navigate each others space
and taste whats within.
it tastes like you. good and then
some days less brilliant.
WE all have this sentence,
dueling energies constant presence.
the waves never give, they shift.

I want to change my quest,
with Venus in Aries, these things
are new.
I want to create the perfect love.
the One I desire to nourish
and stand in. the love, itself.
walk into the flame, the dance.
singe the outer layer.

times are changing
each hand, still a bit confused.
cycles abruptly stopped
always cause ripple effects.
the affects, many of us don't feel it yet,
how time changes our minds.
our time…

times are changing
and I lived in the places
where time fought the change.
where the land stays the same
energy waves maintain the flow of the times.
these places are exactly the same.
people just don't worry as much about
time changing.

time is a constant
combined with the questions of now.
answers ride times constant waves
of change.
riding with the ebb of things
creating structure for creations flow.
ebb and flow
times structure.

times are changing within
I no longer question the little girl
she and me are One again.
I see her presence, the potential they set her in.
those spirits of yester years, they saw Me, more clearly
than I did.
my times were structured to prepare me
for time change, so I depended on
outside vision.

those days are of completion, now
I know Me. clearing my time for self
creating the structure to breath.
freedom, is Me and You.

and I, I am Free.
regardless of the defining lines you see,
I flow free, slipping right past the grip.
the grip of ID's … gracefully allowing for
my body to recognize its natural alignment.

times changing, I wait patiently for the return of Spring.
the burst of color and fertile patterns.
the tree blossom knows what I mean,
the return of Spring! The resurrection
of the change of things, change over time.

the Earth provides the stories we retell
over and over again.
like waiting for time to change, again.
barely awakened to its shift, and yet…
evolution takes place.
the story is the Suns shine on the move
the movement of our Star across the sky.
these stories are retold yearly, cyclically,
culturally,
they describe the scribes sight.
illuminate the shadows of now
and of all objects.

time is the forming subject
for LOVES infinite dance of balance.
ebbing to flow towards You. the only direction for me.

many nights
right before I close my eyes
the lyrics begin to flow.
I know you are close. I feel you.
your presence becomes known.
I hear you. your scent still unknown.
I wonder how long before I know it.

as my eyelids close,
I get warm, my back settles.
the arch gives and the muscles relax.
I sense you're near, you're pressed against me.
I lay still. I prepare to release, to breath.
heave, silently, my children sleep.
they rest next to me.
the space there.

how can I bare to continue to miss
this bliss. to not know what it is.
my patience will not run thin.
I will stand in love.
I will listen. follow the path back to my dreams.
I know they will come again.
these new ones will be of you.

homage we poets
celebrate our magic now
creation with words