It was dark like dusk
And the old oak wept
Wept white sap like milk
Onto the ground
Up into my gown
She was there, yet invisible
Her possessions on the table
Dense with anger
Someone thinks of my youth
I wonder who it may be
A departed child so very angry
Lunges at my neck
My lovely sister calls out
To call her
We ease the others pains
She prays over us all
Of the light, of the white
We all go forth
No answers tonight

over there is a death practitioner who rides upon a dust covered sheet metal wagon with a squeaky wheel

comes and goes checking in like some kind of manic sales man

he's 6 foot 4 with a bald head that skims the door
heavy footed
eyes like a hawk
drinks a lot of whiskey
talks the **** talk
he's killed so much of me
not much left
but people can't tell
i'm a total wreck

he gives me the potions that are stacked up and poorly arranged in a quasi rusted pharmaceutical despensery and labratory

sometime in the dead of night when i sleep and the cats and crows won't make a peep

actions speak louder than words

and

Lack

there of screams louder than the myriad goblins inhabiting the locked space-less caverns that dwell within the house of pain

Sovereignty
Accept, claim, & take
Sovereignty

When you're ready
When you know

Need I be so bold?

Sovereignty

Will rush every
Crevas of your body
Like luscious
Bathable liquid gold

The signs are there
Like a prophetic
Supernova dream
What are signs
Without vigil
Without signal

you're in my head
i can feel you coming on

you're in the blood
that rushes to my lips

i know when you're near
i smell you in thin air

and did you know

the connection is
Inherently like trance

when

you say something profound
and it falls through the air like
a poetic dance

of
mental happenstance

i'm captivated

you are
what the sound of a
beautiful prophetic whisper
would look like in my dreams

it's enough wonder
to ignite sparks

that would
uncover hidden
sequentially driven

unparalleled stories
of infinite wisdom
universe has written

listen

The raven came to show me the way

We flew above the simplistic rotating animation
of the charcoal pencil drawn globe,
while a stitched together familiar
held space by trotting the surface

Santa Muerte arrives shortly after viewing
a dark brown leather bound book with 4
black half circles on the cover
that are decorated by intricate chain

A page in the book reveals a gleaming seal

I face Santa Muerte and speak
“I called you to put death to my fear. I know
that’s what you love to hear.”

Some of those
Simple fears and
Paper doll dreams

Are merely

Spindly seams
And down a hole
Tunnel screams

From quasi dangerous
Appeal to me schemes
To those scary memory
Ceiling beams

I am there
In the place
Sacred space
The guides come in
We begin to sway
Weave brethe
Tendril intertwine

She arrives
Feminine divine
I have seen her there
In painted dreams
Summoned by soul
Many moons gone by

Waiting
Deliberating
Fixating
Obsessive reflection
Deep direction
She takes me there
To the dimension

where

It all happened

exquisite ways

violet rays

Why don't you look right
In front of you..
Is it so hard?

  Quite the little shard
   Of annoying glass
    That wedged itself
     Into the most
      Ridiculous uncomfortable spot
      
       Right beneath
        The chemical burn
        On your minds eye
        That happened
        From the
        Battery acid leak
        On the night
        You touched it
        To your tongue
        One too many times
        And you felt
        
        Spiders
        
        Up your spine
        There is no going back
        To a conscious
        Decision landlocked
        
Within the

        Inner space
        And time
        
        Before ---you threw
        The dime
        Onto the ground
        With no rebound
        No rebound
        No
        Rebound

Queen barista ***** on retreat yo
Mobbing fashionista smokin' reefah

Bro

Think you Christo?
Some bueno vista preyista?

goddess garlica antagonista?

I hate oregon
It hates me

Chomp bite chew bleed

Repeat

Chomp bite chew bleed

When did freedom start
Feeling so confined
How does pure desire
Find its way to shackles
&
  Wade so deep
  In
  
Codependent indecision
    
     Just settle in
      With how you've been
       Afflicted
        Don't worry child
         Life's never mild
      
           Don't make it bigger
            Than it needs to be
             To have a reason
              To run and flee
               It's OK child
              
                It stings
                
                 When you feel
                  Hungry on Tuesday
                   & by week's end
                   You're
                  
                    Diving off the deep end
                    
                      Do not be alarmed
                      
                    
                    
                        
                           It's just your
                            Beating heart
                            
                            Earning every drop
                            Of love you've
                            Fought for
                            Dropped for
                            Stopped for

It's like chronic pain
Get outta my brain
Would you please refrain
From injecting these tender
Veins
With perfectly outdated ways
To sustain
My imperfections mundane