....and she fell asleep with thunder in her hair
  and lightening as her breath
fearless~

There is a sacred space where the fear based world
doesn't exist

A place where doubt doesn't rule our immobile selves
leaving us comatose

Day to day we ache for righteousness and fairness
yet the birthing place of that is within not out

Chemicals burn our beauty leaving behind
pitted flesh and scared souls

Empowerment has been lost
to the easy road of escapism

The battle of beauty and beast lives inside us all
the journey is ours to navigate

Today I choose to embrace my exquisite surrender

Embrace what is inside me that is fear...and beastly
transmuting darkness into light

Finding balance here with a passion and fire
that is determined to change my vision

Desire isn't an act of merging body's
with ******* outcomes
Desire fuels the union between you and fear
there is no word for the empowerment of a soul
that honors itself...

The trinity begins inside you

It’s here that I lay to rest
bones lying against mountain terrains
subtle layers of healing happening as the wind
rain, sun and moon caress my very being.

Vulnerability is lost now, against your anger
and self-inflicted pain…your owner ship is still
lacking yet my personal yield tells me different.

It’s peaceful here, a place to rest among the
the trees, the peaks and valleys.
My chest taking shallow breaths with the rhythm
of the earth.

In the darkness where you dwell just know one thing.
I am not forgiving when the cycle remains on repeat.
Walk one step on the peaks and valleys of my new
inherent breath and I will swallow you up into the fires
deep within the ancient hollows.

Your days of trespassing are over and the angels, saints,
guides, and ancient beings are here to ensure you feel
the burn of the barbed wire your sickness sells.

I’m resting…not dead.

Like warm silk
my lips move along your
lay lines

Awakening a primal fire
and need to drink from the cup
of wanton desires

This scares you because you know
I’ll do all it takes to lick the last seed
inside you...off my lips

You ache for my crazy ways
Admit it.

I died yesterday. The pain was worse than I thought it would be. They say it will be different but it’s not. I’m here to tell you so.  The burn pierced through my flesh as the bullet searched for a place to exit.  So here I am now, standing on the edge of a cliff with hues of brown and grey.  I was expecting more of all of this.  No bells, no whistles, no angels or unicorns to soothe the torture I thought I’d left behind.

My escape plan failed.  Now what?  Ginger clouds on the horizon and not another soul to be found.  With a deep breath and sigh,  a resignation lands on the half smirk on my face.  I’m well aware that we humans can ***** up life but what the hell with death.  A mere mortal soul left here to linger for all eternity playing memories over and over in my mind.

I died yesterday.  It’s over rated.  I see now the faces of the ones I left behind.  I do feel bad for the ones that loved me more than I loved myself or life but some….wow.  I can’t believe they had the nerve to even show up.  I hope it makes them feel better.  Mind ******* me while pulling my life force out like a taffy stick.  Pulling until they got it all than had the nerve to swallow.  It’s ok.   There are plenty of people like me, bleeding hearts holding space for beauty in a Beetlejuice world.   I hope the party celebrating my life with them cheers them up, poor people.  The sorrow will be soon lost over a week or so when they realize they never were invested.  Keep the flower you killed.  I don’t have a vase.

I died yesterday.  I’m sort of getting use to this.  No one is ******* children, ******* animals, mutilating women’s genitals.  No one is popping out kids just to get a government check and good God…yes God there is no politics.  The best part is the silence.  No cars, no honking,  no ******* rap music.  No parents screaming at their kids and Christ.  A group of broken people sheeping it through that thing called life.

I died yesterday because I couldn’t hold the light for the world.  I couldn’t even hold it or hope for me.  It’s too ugly, too deep and too *****.  I’ll just stay here in the middle and hope that they see me here.  I’m not so bad, not to soul *****.  Maybe just maybe I’ll be seen.

I die everyday.

This place
so untouchable

Hard to explain
something that is rarely seen

Brave souls try to feel it
and die young

Toxic...yet addicting

Many walks have been taken
in this direction...
I stopped before the hell
burned me

Scars from many journey's before
glisten in the light of day, raw, subtle
reminders of.

The tears in my eyes, the gentle kisses
that taste of all things divine, the lingering
slow touch...the inhale of your earthly core.
All these things became the hell of all avoidance.

Here's to the barren fields of your own untouchable place.

May you linger there long enough to set us all free~

Spending most of my life seeking the approval
of others has left me empty...void of, on to many
occasions.
Head in the sand and spiritual *** in the sky left me *****....force fed an illusion of friendship, companionship.
Delicate and broken is now my newly accepted stance in this world.
Maybe I was to raw in a well done society.
Knowing love and hate. Pain and joy. Being the Judge and the ******, . Dark and light.
Just to real for those tripping on their many faces feeding an inner frenzy. And me? I’m laying there like a lizard in the sun.
What you see is what you get...and I’m good with that..
I love me as is...