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489 · Jan 2011
Lost
You tell me I don't talk enough
but when I opened my mouth you told me it was to much...

You spoke of a world that I had never known,
one that knew nothing of me

You spoke of a life that I had never seen,
one that seemed foregin to me

You preached of a way that could better each day,
but one that scared me

You asked for my hand, you asked for my heart,
'mr. fix it' was ready from the start


So I gave it you... all that I had... you knew full well it was nothing..
I stepped in your world, I became your queen, owned up to everyone and everything.. I did what I could.


But, Pain does not hold limits, it does not stop when the tank is full, it does not slow down for speed bumps or stop for passing cars. The train we call pain pumps through each one of my veins and

I am again, lost.

Again,

I am broken.

Mr. Fix it didn't calculate for this one.
A wire wrappers dream,
seems the plan was Supreme
in path way of choices blinded by sight
the artist didn't see the Light
when the Mother called late that night
his attention span was traveling through space and time,
fighting Demons for those who gave up fight,
but why was it worth the sacrifice?
Why wasn't she worth that time?
She used to hold more weight in those spaces of life,
Does he know that moment pushed the line?
Finally feeling the weight of the grind,
became too much for his state of mind

Da da,
Da da,
Da da,
Da

You made a promise to the Divine to stay straight and in line and, all the sudden it,
Wasn't

Now what?
How many second chances?
What is the breaking point of the cast over shadow that keeps stealing your light?
The Angels showed up every morning, and came back full force every night
Never breaking stride on the moments your eager to hide,
You try and find your disguise and the plain as day face shines
Shines bright

Da da,
Da da,
Da da,
Da

Is this what you say it is,
is this what you see
is this what you claim to know
or what you claim to BE

Within a half a click of a seconds time the wall clock holds space to constantly remind
US of what we came here to SEE
US, of what we are destined to dream,
US, of, everything
Like,
Da da,
Da da,
Da da,
Da

Is this what you say it is,
is this what you see
is this what you claim to know
or what you claim to BE
476 · Oct 2014
Waking Up Slowly
As I turn my minds eye inside itself
the light in my heart cries for help
and I am called to write it down

The slow dance in the fast track left me looking back
in wonder
where did the time go?

Time became a metaphor for flowers blooming while the garden grows
in the candy-filled imaginations of hearts yearning to sit still
in silence

The love we found became the love we lost
and then found again because our paths, they crossed
like burning candles in burning saddles
we ride the curtails of our Fathers land, given to us by our Mother
exploring the explored praying we uncover new roads
for those who have known
the other

The illusions within the illusions
became the conversations within the relations
and duality of life, showed itself without remorse but
Salvation

The Saviors name became bridled with pain
when ego took hold and sin was to blame
but nothings to blame when we call it a game
just the 'exactly whats supposed to be'
for the experience of Spirit within you and me

We are creating our reality
because Spirit has answered the prayers of our dreams
allowing us all, to finally be free,
from the mental trap of fallacies
from the ****** hold they have on WE
because they don't allow us to actually SEE
teaching us ignorance,
and calling it need

I refuse to accept
that the wounded will bleed
when our bodies heal,
magically

I refuse to accept
anything less than perfect
in anyone I meet

YOU ARE PERFECTLY WHO YOU WERE MEANT TO BE

I wish we could all just take a moment to breathe...
forget the subconsciously influenced negative chatter,
break free of the images they force down our throats
and scream with new faith of new found hope

WE ARE ALL FREE,
life, death, reincarnated steps
walking the paths,
of the joy that they kept
through the tears that they wept
unknowingly

WAKE UP,
   DAY DREAMERS,
The alarms gone off,
and we've overslept
467 · Feb 2015
A Frog Named Frank
I went on a little journey last night,
to place you'll only find
deep inside your complex mind
finding words you never knew
you knew how to define
And on this little journey,
I met a frog named Frank,
he told me it was all okay,
and to live as though this
was my very last day
he told me he was listening
when no body else was there
he told me he could hear me
through walls and floors and stairs

he told me I shouldn't be so mad,
how anger was a part of the past
how it was only hurting me
how I should just be thankful,
for the ability to breathe
that everything had a story,
from its begining to its an end
and it was my job to tell the world
about the lighter, and the pen...

so Frank was my inspriation,
to the stories that I tell,
because he told me
"Nothings easy"
and so I accept that I may fail
but failure by definition
is simply failure to appear,
but I have always arrived in the nick of time
so you won't find failure here
463 · Dec 2013
From where I stand
I wanted to sit down and write about something profound but when I went to create keys were all I found,
so I started to dance, between the positions on the board, and suddenly my head could take it no more,
and the words flowed through me, the way the had before, and I was over come with more elation than the Heavens could conjure

The meaning of my mind,
using just words seemed refined,
so I dug a little deeper,
to see what I could find

As I picked and pulled at my heart's memories,
reading old writings of things that once inspired me
realizing I am writing as a new person entirely
trying to be,
for the better of We
as We become a trinity

I realized that the words that once sparked a fiery passion from deep inside,
no longer gave me that rush of a high,
left me completely unsatisfied
as the woman I am saw the girl I was,
and who she almost let you help her become
453 · Sep 2014
An Ocean of Creation
Diving deep in to the ocean of new I found the story of my Creation
And how it was infinitely, You
I found the dreams that turned to screens and the mistakes that held My fate,
and found the meaning of intention and what it means to Create
I found myself,
In every version of you I have ever seen come to,
I found Truth
And the desire to know the fire inside of the wires kept me fueld for The trip that I didn't know I was on
How beautifully unique is that soulful song

When devistation turns to manifestation of a better tomorrow
Who are we to question the path we've been brought on

The weight of the world isn't too much for the sun, but the sun does Not work alone
With the Moon and the stars and Jupiter and Mars,
It is a collaborative effort

To keep us alive

To keep us in the gravitational field that is our lives,
The planets alignment is the blueprint in our eyes,
What we were born with at the perfect time,
To see this day

All of those who came before us worked faithfully to remind
Everyone
How far we truly have come

Our bodies are our Unidentified Flying Objects that keep us clouded in The confusion and until we all wake up and realize,
Its US,
We are stuck

Stuck in a beautiful time in a magical place,
Not able to see its wonder.
Crying out to the Angels in the clouds,
When they are starring at you.
Praying for salvation,
When it has already found you.

Find Your Truth.
Find YOU.
Because I am you, and you are me, and WE, are one atom.
One organism
Breathing the cosmic breath of Earth
Dancing on the ground of our ancestors who we can not see in this Vibration,
But we are dancing with them
And they are smiling through the tears and sending light through your Fears,
Because they know it is eternal

If you have been looking for the Elixr that could keep you here forever,
You have found it.
Within
The flowers of today become the seeds of tomorrow,
And the Angels will bring you water,
If you believe they can

Open your mind,
Breathe into your heart,
Find peace in your presence.

We are here now,
And that is all we need.
435 · Feb 2015
For All The Wrappers
Sitting in a dark room late one night the young man slowly closed his eyes and pictured the essence of a ball of light that he could just barely identify through the cracks in time that allowed silence to take place and his mind to decide
if this was actually happening
When Elders and Shamans and Guides showed up, he waited for the whispers that they dropped in his cup to fill him up with hope and luck, for the times to come
Knowing the Soul has the only key
To the imagination of will power that creates passionately through rooted manifestation of thought and gracefully into the hands of Light
The boy had never felt so high
He leaned over and pulled out the spool of wire and an old set of pliers, his Father gave him
and when the glisten of the Danburite caught his young eye, his hands started to seep with excitement and suddenly, as if magically, he saw it

A coil wrapped around the structure of a square wire that was able, to hold a stone perfectly....
Holding on to the vibration of a small wire running loose,
and then,
Straightened
Tightening to the base so it can take the weight of the power of Within,
Strengthing the bond between which resonates out and which resonates in, our heartbeats... the blessing of postive intention from the hands of a friend, while it mends...

The heart of the young man, and thus every friend it is sent.
432 · Jun 2015
Putting Light to Her Dark
Putting Light to Her Darkness

Refusing to accept that this is the best it gets became the drive that pushed her fence and created a gate that was protected with Faith, that it was...

Building skills and making tools became something she could consume,
When did she stop dancing?

A passion inside her that burned like the fire, as it transforms everything it touches...creating a new form of the norm, she walked her path as a woman scorn, for too long

Letting go of what was and jumping into what is, became an experience. Being present, made sense. He said, "The problem with people is that they're always trying to get somewhere... they forget to be in the moment..."

Slowly I stepped into my own skin again and looked around at the paper thin, walls of my existence. The world wanted to show me some reality that hit me, what are we doing?

To live a single day in a humans life has so much more potential than the destruction of our plots...
the ground that we walk...
the waters that we've got... need love...

She looks to the sky above and the thoughts begin to flood, her imagination.

Is that all that we live in?

A childhood of exploration without stagnation left her mind to build up walls, with secret passageways to a state of Grace where her dreams seemed to bloom and fears were erased

If only she could reach that place...
375 · Mar 2017
A Different Kind of Love
The kind of love that stays
The kind of love that shows up
That surprises
That spoils.

The kind of love that asks.
That inquires.

The kind of love that listens,
The kind of love that doesn't hold back
The kind of love that holds on.

That laughs

The kind of love that explores
The kind of love that wants more
The kind of love that helps.

The kind of love that sings,
The kind of love that plays,
The kind of love that knows Grace.

The kind of love that grows,
The kind of love that teaches.
The kind of love that asks.
352 · Jun 2015
Learning Lessons
Influences begin to dance around like subtle hints of mistakes I've learned from in this life, a constant reminder that there is less a time line, and more a time mind... a frame within the frame within a frame of my life I've just recently come to calm tides and found the waves began to break, from nothing.
Which is everything, which is empowering to some
The fears of irrational thinking left the homeland shaking with irrational fears of failing, when we've got nothing left to prove
Who are you?

Where are you?

What are you, doing? Are you, Being? And if not, whats the purpose of it all, exhausting precious particles while banging your head against its own walls will leave the internal frame work bent. A structure meant to prosper yet drowning in it's own water, when did we as a species, a society, a community, begin to think that success was "Everything...?"

If you ask me it's the trial and error and mistakes that become breaks and the moments we create to remind ourselves,
We are loved...
We are whole...
We are completely unique and that in it's own right is enough....to believe, that there is not a single living being exactly as me, is a little bit refreshing..... I am becoming, I am dancing on the whispers of the wind in the bed of my dreams that I created as I fell asleep

To wake up to my own reality is enough, if you ask me.
344 · May 2014
Breathing Wings
I woke up one night and realized that nothing was really what it seemed to be
The Earth was breathing and the trees were singing,
Their melody
About OXYGEN,
and BREATHING
The reality that these were not 'things,' but rather, wings
And as her creative visualization tools fired like a lightening bolt on a summer night,
She began to remember that it had been a long, hard, fight

But when you know better, you do better,
and when you're blind, you're blind.
But when you're faithful, truly faithful,
to nothing but DIVINE,

You allow your heart,
to really shine

And from that space,
way down deep inside,
is a magic key,
that you might find

And if that key,
fits in mine,
take my hand,
while we travel time
through dimensions
and layers
through light,
and love
through faith,
and stillness,
we will travel

And as our brothers,
have done before,
it is time for us,
to start opening doors,
to Creation

Healthy creation for the good of all with LOVE as the motive,
the only one
286 · Aug 2017
Seasons
It's 102 but I can still see the white blanket of freshly fallen snow on the street
I can still feel the scarf around my neck and see my breath

It's the middle of summer

For the first time that I can remember I feel like the sun is hanging around. School is starting in just a few days and still the air is warm, even at night.

I can see the pumpkins and the fall colors, the warm drinks, the rain

I can see the boots and double layer of socks

The blanket on the couch

I can feel Christmas morning coming, and smell the thanksgiving dinner already being prepared

But it's the middle of summer

Just a moment ago I was watching new buds Spring to life as if one at a time God said, you can wake up now.
The gardens were being planned and the starts were being sold and the seeds were being sown... and then everything bloomed

The lavender bushes came alive and soon the sunflowers will too and the butterflies and the hummingbirds and the doe
They all grow

Some need my time and my love they need reminders every morning that they were brought here to give glory to the Creator and BE the creation.

Sometimes, we too, need water

And others just grow in their own glory, roots seeking out water, growing longer, growing deeper to reach the creek or
The rain

The rain hasn't fallen in almost 60 days

But the trees knew how to survive the drought the same way they survived the flood

The knew that enough was enough

They didn't take in so much they drowned themselves and they didn't use so much they dried out
They must have known about
the seasons
257 · Oct 2017
Whispers
The moon and the way she weaves dreams,
I pray she is felt as she silently sings,
through everything
with Understanding
Lay yourself, tired one, in a hammock wrapped in Love,
as Mother Earth holds you close,
remember to remind her,
She is dearly loved, because in Us, she trusts,
Her Grace
With sun rays made of rainbows and clouds made by Angels,
It is easy to see how easy,
it is to be radiant
Stars on Earth, and in the skies,
traveling with pride through the stillness of the night,
in every time zone
We are here now, in this beautiful galaxy,
made of the ebb and flow,
of Everything
Breathing
Singing
Dancing,
in the beauty of this Home...
Where the heart is,
where intuition sparks its needs,
that pull us,
while our Destiny pushes us,
to BREATHE
because everything you hope to See,
is everything you're supposed to be
174 · Feb 2021
Dear creativity
Dear creativity,

Write a poem on loss and let me feel the way it slips through my veins triggering salt water waterfalls falling from my face

Sit in the ocean with your hands around a stone that you pray Mother Nature doesn't need back today because it's the only thing grounding you to the chaos outside of the water

Climb a mountain just to paint the view because pictures never do it justice and you can taste the way the hills cascade and the clouds touch the horizon

Find an empty corridor of a pandemic stricken world and slip off your shoes so you can feel the floor beneath you as you move, dancing from one side of oblivion to the other side of you

Let your hair down and sing to the wild horses the song that sits inside like a metronome that doesn't turn off, in time that voice will find your soft side

Be vulnerable and be brave, the way your Mother always said, and tell the ones you love that they're never far away. Find time to sit in silence, and let your mind be still, for the things that bring out passion, are the things that truly heal.
169 · Oct 2019
There is no title
In a moment I thought again, "If he would just love me more, or, maybe he will love me more..." and then a silent voice rushed in quietly and whispered, "but you still have to love you, and maybe once you do, he will, but until you do, it doesn't matter if he does..."

And there was peace, only for a moment, until the tug of wanting it to be someone else's responsibility kicked in.

And then I loved my self, just a little bit, and kept walking
159 · Oct 2019
The Quiet Knowing
There is a difference in sitting in a room and wanting someone to ask you a question you can answer, so that maybe they would see the significance in your voice
And the Quiet Knowing, that you are valuable. Unique. Have a story. Are interesting, and insightful, and worthy.
Seeking worthiness seems feasible in feable terms how does one get quiet and be fulfilled, allowing the knowing to be enough?
You want to be enough.
Enough is relative and realistically speaking so many don't think anything is enough.
Silence.
How quiet can your Mind get
So your Soul can speak up
When life is lived Soulfully it is fulfilled in the knowing.
The quiet Knowing, that you are exactly where it feels good for your Soul to be...
To Be.
To just, be.
Quietly.
Sitting in a room full of strangers and someone asks you, what your name is
The response can feel like a pull to ask you another question you know you can answer
And a quiet response that says, it is this, but you dont feel like this, so even though the letters still fit together the same, when you tell them, it will tell them nothing..
To be heard, is to feel connected
All else is a meeting of egos that never really says much at all.
How can anyone know you at all
If you're scared, at all, of allowing the Quiet Knowing, to be absolutely, unapologetically, enough.
Too far, she always feels.
You've felt too far, too loudly, too many times, too late, too early.
She is me, and it is important to clarify that.
I yearn to remember that I am so much, enough.

- Blessings -
138 · Mar 2020
The Silence
Heart felt heart aches make the loneliest nights seem cold
To move through the pain seems a mountain I cannot unfold
Climbing it seems daunting, a task that is asked of me
I fear not the silence,
But the unfolding

Everything feels heavier
A movement churning inside my core
The weight of the sadness
A choir and a roar

Find stillness in this moment
Connect with who you are
Who you have been
Who you will be
When silence
Is not the everything

Ignoring shadows has never felt so real
The whisper of the elders
Floating so close to my ears
A yearning to sit by them
A yearning to be understood
A yearning, to be heard.

She can't take the silence,
Any more.
136 · Jul 2020
Quarantined Child
There was a time before now, you will not remember much of.
You will remember recess, and your teachers
You may remember getting to run to school for the first time by yourself, knowing mom was watching you the whole way there.
You may remember birthday parties and social outtings before people wore masks and you couldn't play with the other kids
You might remember the playground
You might remember the restaurants, packed to full capacity

Now that times are changing,
I hope you remember PJs all day
Exploring and creating new worlds in the form of blocks
Homework with mom holding your hand the whole way through
I hope you remember the days we escaped it all at the river, far away from anyone else, just us and the water
I hope you remember the card games and nerf wars
I hope you remember the time you made a bike jump, and fell off it

I pray you remember the moments you're spending with your father, your best friends, the ones that love you more than anything

Times are changing my son,
And so are you

As you begin to explore new worlds, this world, I pray for you that you remember how far you've come
How far you can go

How lucky I am,
To be your Mother.
126 · Mar 2020
Hope
It is incredible, the journey. The not realizing you're on a journey until you have arrived at a place complexly different than the place you were before. There is no line that says "start here" and no "you are here" marker indicating you are, anywhere. And as time passes and moments just keep happening, every moment something is happening, and then at some point your markers changed, it's in a new place, and you have no idea how it got there... you realized you prayed, a lot, and start thanking God and every ounce of Divinity that brought you to your new place, a place that can see more clearly or hear with an iota of less resistance. A place where you aren't entirely consumed with the very thought of your existence. A place that you not only want to, but see how to, bring more peace. "Just focus on the next few steps." You start thinking about everyone you've allowed yourself to be with, actually, be, with since you started traveling on that journey. The moments that seemed so simple, and whole. One moment you had no words for what you were doing, and the next, immense gratitude that something shifted. That you took a next step and a next one and a next one. And then, you're okay with the next one...
113 · Mar 2020
Depression
Images and thoughts dancing around her mind
She read something today,
Put the negative thoughts in a box, or imagine a wall up
She wondered if that helped

She wondered what the taste of depression was,
She decided it didn't have a taste. Tasteless. She felt like that was the saddest taste there was.

She couldn't yearn the feeling of flavor and texture combining to make something worth savoring but she felt like her body remembered, and it longed for its return.

She wondered how long she would be like this. The joy of taste being absent from her day, or recent memory. She hoped it wouldn't be long.
94 · Oct 2019
The Silence
Heart felt heart aches make the loneliest nights seem cold
To move through the pain seems a mountain I cannot unfold
Climbing it seems daunting, a task that is asked of me
I fear not the silence,
But the unfolding

Everything feels heavier
A movement churning inside my core
The weight of the sadness
A choir and a roar

Find stillness in this moment
Connect with who you are
Who you have been
Who you will be
When silence
Is not the everything

Ignoring shadows has never felt so real
The whisper of the elders
Floating so close to my ears
A yearning to sit by them
A yearning to be understood
A yearning, to be heard.

She cannot take the silence,
Any more

— The End —