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Ormond 2d
death dirges

Frogs in distance sing  .  .  .
Foxes, herons, join in too,
  .  .  .  A round of croaking.

love gifts

Her gift of flowers  .  .  .
Came at night without garden,
  .  .  .  Were picked in bedroom.

twins demure

Full moon and she  .  .  .
Beauties without crescent smile,
  .  .  .  Naked in starlight.

light music

Before even sun  .  .  .
Gleam opens to paint each day,
  .  .  .  Beauty in birdsong.


After sun showers  .  .  .
Sparkle of rainbow colours,
  .  .  .  Busy hummingbirds


Hollow sound through trees,
Naked and bare branches sway,
  .  .  .  Old winter creeping.


She wanted a child  .  .  .
Rushed from one suitor to next,
  .  .  .  Clock set to maybe.

super villain

Truth once singular  .  .  .
Mucked all up with politics,
  .  .  .  In cowl of falsehoods.


Blood spills in gardens  .  .  .
Naïve worms torn from loose grounds,
.  .  . Red robins, green lawns.


Each spring miracle  .  .  .
Trees blessed by caterpillars gifts,
  .  .  .  Holey hands of leaves.


Ripples lead to bows  .  .  .
After fish breaks the water,
  .  .  .  A kingfisher dives.


Steadfast as always  .  .  .
Wildflower in sun and rain,
  .  .  .  Showing true colours.


Chaste lovers wonder  .  .  .
How bodies weather the cold,
  .  .  .  Never knowing touch.

swept away

Suddenly we kissed  .  .  .
At beach as tides rolling in,
  .  .  .  Drowning by ocean.


Her red hair so long  .  .  .
Brushing my face, hiding eyes,
  .  .  .  A kind entrapment.
It felt like crossing      
all things cross, right?

It has been many years since we have walked through that tunnel
and into this land
where the hands of spirits became the wings of ancestors over us
and the quiet inner gust became an orator of truth  

Truthteller could you tell me again my name
They have given me so many on the northern journey,
disguised me to be one of the multiple
flickering pixels on a television screen

eyes darker than their own
but who has darker eyes

She is the barefoot daughter of the Pachamama
womxn of many tongues
womxn whose tongue was not cut off
so you hear her sing when the sun comes up
and sway with the blades of grass
onward in the direction of the voices and the wind
and all the things that cry and laugh out loud  

They made you cross, too
and at the same time
But they made you forget
about the birds,
the wind,
your name- our name
and the alphabet
silence is the alphabet used to speak truth  

They made you forget your name.
Ask them your name as you look up at the sky
cloudy or clear
as  children lay silently next to demarcation lines
housed in steel bars
gloomy and lost
ask and listen
to be humbled by your name  

The spirits call again
can you hear them now?

back through the tunnel of innocence,
they whisper your name.
In the end you take nothing but yourself with you. None of the expectations and desires and needs and cares and worries and burdens  and concerns  of this world are carried with or matter on the other side. Until I am finally, blessedly free of the chains of this world and existence
I choose to have & be in this world with:
No *******
No Games
No Pain
No Expectations
No Grasping
No Drama
No Fear, Insecurities, Stress, Anxiety, Blame, or Worry  

Just multiple frequent ******* and grateful appreciation and joy and laughter and love and freedom and peace and serenity and goodwill and in service to others.

I want to love & care for and be loved & cared for by, those I hold most dear and beloved.

Nothing More than These Things and Nothing Less.

In the end perhaps all that matters is how well you loved and the love you've known. Everything else may have just been filler...


Mental stability

And complete adoration

Some things needed

To chase after God

Prayerful mind

Strong will

And complete trust in Him

To work things out

Just for you

Things needed

To chase after God

Loving Him through the bad

Honoring Him through the good

And leaning on His Word

To move you through worries

Things ultimately


To chase after God

To love God

And to cherish every moment

I will allow myself

To chase after God
Chasing after God because He is able to help me when no one else can.
Life throws you lemons every day when you want to be closer to God. But no one realizes that the struggle of loving God in this sinful world couldn't break me. Each night I try, as in barely, speak to Him. He has done so much while I've obeyed so little. No one deserves the dishonesty and inaccuracies of my tongue. Lying has become easy while telling the truth hasn't. I sit alone now in this apartment He has blessed me with and still doubt Him when it comes to someone trying to love me. Why is that I do such a thing? Part of me believes while the other disagrees. I must flip this thing around and believe that He is real and the truth. I must bow down on kneeled knees and head face down praying more to Him by thanking and appreciating what I have now before it's all taken away. I've been taking Him for granted while living with His blessings.
At a point in time, I became confused as to who God was.
Ormond 7d
Bird in flight is grace
Beams truth is higher than proofs
A part earth and sky
The pure in heart are the only ones who can know what it means to be supremely happy. Their hearts are pure toward God and, as a result are pure toward their fellowmen. They are happy because, in possessing Him who is All and in All, they envy no man’s worldly goods. They are happy because they envy not another man’s praise. Because they are the enemy of no man, they regard no man as their enemy. The result is peace with God and the world.
I don’t need a lot of money
To be happy.
I don’t need negativity surrounding me
To be happy.
What’s makes me happy
The people who love me
For who I am.
What’s makes me happy
My love one in
My life.
I know I could
Always count on them.
For manorial support
And spiritual support.
After my accident
Things are not the same
I started having visions.
That sometimes I
Can’t even imagine how to
Explain it.
My first vision
I warned ex-lover
Something was going to happen.
Some people might think
I’m crazy.
It’s totally not my fault.
If I’m having this vision.
This vision doesn’t just happen.
It’s come to me almost
Ever night.
Sometimes I see it
Before anybody says something
I already know
What they about to say.
Someone had told me
I’m a special person
I’m a divination person.
Who could go into the
Future and see things
That anybody can’t
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