Hello beautiful
Do you feel it?
The dreams you had
Coming true

You are beautiful
Are you beautiful?
At least I think you are
It is my truth

That what you feel
Is what is real
Do you feel beautiful?
Do you feel love?

Just a throwaway poem
For someone that I'll never know
Someone who is beautiful
Its my way to say hello

So hello beautiful
There are fires in hell
And storms on the seas
And darkness in between the points of light
There is loss in life
And pain in love
And hope in the bitterness of sorrow
And then there is you

Hello beautiful

I am not only someone who puts color on a page in an intricate way,
I am not only someone who writes words on a page after a long day,
I  have a broud mind,
  kaleidoscope Heart,
And live to see the unimaginable,
I am a mental artist!

This is the funeral dress that was stapled into my shoulders
And crucified
On the huge hill cross, where clowns once emerged from cotton smog -
Where bricks smashed foreheads, and we fingerpainted the sidewalk with each other's unruly blood
Where the Summer sleeps off a failed suicide attempt
Two years ago you put a hole in my head
But this is not the hole in my head (present and aching)
This is the black funeral dress I stapled into my own shoulders
The one that was worn too many days too soon
We are all infinitely bound between her death and a single desire for a boy with destructive ghosts living beneath his fingernails

I keep telling strangers about the way your jaw shakes after midnight
I keep telling strangers about the night I scattered glass shards in between my box spring mattress and the trundle bed
I keep telling strangers about your porcelain knuckles - the way you kiss each one individually before punching me in the throat
There's a rage inside my head
Disease spreads like forrest fire and floral secrets
Dead girls dance in October, rest in November
Goodnight

I AM the Taste of a Mans Kiss upon the lips of another Man’s Mouth.
Living in the Desire of my own Life,
I lick the chrysalis from the Flesh of the Butterfly's Wing
and drop away the rhythm of an unfulfilling Heart.

Swimming Upstream in the hopes of Emerging Life, again and again,
Birthing thru the canals of struggle,
I come out PEACE.
A surprise Birth, welcomed in the Red Tent of JOY!

My Mothers witnessing,
....New to my experience
Who are you?
I hear the celebration of Joy from within my Mother’s cry's. “She’s Alive!!”
Each one of them the Willing hands that passed me along, one to the other,
Until I found the Home within Me.

Again, and Again!! "She’s Alive!!”
The Cry of Victory for a Hope that was Never Given... PURE JOY!!
So Giving, It Burns away the False desires of The Flesh
and creates a space of Welcoming unseen by all in the Passage of Life within

Held a little too tightly Now,
I am another Woman amongst Women, A miracle of Wonder...
They don’t care what I am anymore, ...or HOW I got there..
A five Legged Cow, or the Miracle of Oneness, It differs not..
A Prayer of Life, In the Passage of Death. Each woman Held by my NEW Beginning until there were no more to be had..

My Birth Mother, Kwan Yin, Who gave me Kindness.. I will Love You forever MOM..
My Second, Who Told me I was Beautiful,
Everyday..
even when I was Dying,
she held me in her prayers of Love and called to me, thru her tears..
"Re-emerge"...
My Third, who knew my Fathers transgressions...
but never spoke of them
told me daily that she Loved me, until I began to Believe in Myself..

When she saw that I could no longer walk
She still held the Voice of Possibility,
and beat me with the trunk of her Elephant self,
demanding I Rise Up and join the Herd
Knowing my walking was not just an infants gift of development
but the very requirement of Survival

And yet, I wouldn’t go to her,
preferring instead to continue for my Freedom..
calling to the Sound of Harmony within me, to rise and show
itself as G.O.D.t

Miracle of Birth... created thru me in this very Moment I have heard the Sound of my own Tribe
Living in the Covenant of a Harmonized existence
Is this the NEW Sang-ha of Light?
We think so.....!!!
Sometimes slowly, Sometimes quickly, We stood at the turning Point!
And held STRONG!!

No Voice could dissuade us from our Truth!
Each a Miracle of Temptation, more Beautiful than the next! a loving Gift, offered as a Crown of Glory within the Soul, and yet it was a lock upon the Heart of Faith to have stopped..

Rainbow of Happiness, your Door within me
We have come to the real Turning Point...
My Tribe within me Glorified Now..
Bring Me the Highest Vibration of Goodness upon the Earth..
The Wind Harp of my Being..
It is a Hope which Springs Eternity..
A Tribe which Knows ITS Godliness
A life which needs No Witnessing..
and A Heart which Lives the Vision of 10,000 Blessings !
I AM G.O.D.’s CREATION... PEACE.


K.Maloney     2015