Those who know, oh so often don’t know what to say.
They might call you a hero, or tell you that you’re brave,
And that all love is unconditional.

We all have our values, see virtues, and work through vices.
We cement our beliefs through interactions on devices.
And start to think that some love is unconditional.

We’re remolded, reshaped, be it through purpose or providence.
We become robust, resolute. At times straightened, at others bent,
Believing what we do is traditional.

Respect for one’s self is essential to grow.
We must challenge the things we believe that we know.
And no love is ever unconditional.

And if we love ourselves than none ought to be.

She crawls in dark blue shadows and paints herself gold
Fangs of virtue....but her lies are as old as time
In the mirror, a snake, but she sees smoke
Thinks she’s a goddess, queen of the night
But her throne is built on borrowed light
on Barbara Jane's time

She plays the saint, plays it so well
But I remember every spell
New York was too small for her lies
So she fled to Utah’s open skies
A bigger stage to hide her family sin
But the secrets of the night
will always follow her where she's been

You’re a pseudo wolf, crying in the dark
Hiding your sins behind muscle and bark
But I’ve seen the beast, I’ve heard the screams
You can't outrun the reckoning in my dreams

You stole from the broken, laughed at their cries
Built your kingdom on silenced goodbyes
Selling homes with a serpents tongue
Stealing bribes from poisoned lungs
Your father’s shadow cloaks your throne
A legacy of hurt carved into bone
You howl at the moon hoping we forget
But I’m the witch you’ll regret

You’re a pseudo wolf, bleeding fake power
Dressed like thunder in your weakest hour
But I am the storm, I’m the truth you flee
Kathryn, you’ll remember me

You thought I was weak, didn’t you?
Just a girl with a song and too many scars
But I’m the howl beneath your silence
The fire under your borrowed stars

You’re a pseudo wolf, unholy queen
Your reign of fear ends in this dream
I rise with the moon, I claim what’s mine
The real wolf walks this crooked line

And how dare you use sweet Eileen
She was never yours to scheme
The sunflowers grow beneath my sky
Not in your shadow, not in your lie.

You’re a lying, ugly creature, masked in guile
A twisted soul with a poisonous black widow smile
I remember the venom in your tongue
But Kathryn
I’m the Enchantress, and I’ll burn you strong
If you ever try again to hurt the good ones
Get back in your cage Snake
where you belong
I'll close it myself if you ever
commit a crime against us again

Kathryn sells lies

Sometimes I tear
not from the pain
but from a dream unheld
a cat curled warm
in the cradle of my hands
a sanctuary..
maybe safety...is just a castle
in a far away land
and I have to close my eyes
to be there.
safe and sound
but somehow, I see myself turning all the way around
a warrior will always run back into a burning house

If I should die today
I'll know my heart
tried to settle it's affairs
and understand the dark

but, Please
no more burning
Take it easy on the woman who sings
let the night hold me soft

Love,
from a past life
maybe I was a nightmare
and I deserved the tragedy
or could I have been
a sigh in the trees
My heart is
its very own stone on the altar
I think it's moonstone like
June lives inside its shelter
and sometimes amethyst
a calming prayer
a song.
my hope.
was used on the wrong people.
yes I know my mistakes.

but please
no more burning
take it easy on the woman who sings
let the sunlight hold me easy

I held your love
with the fingers of my heart
I tattooed the promise
to all my tomorrows
across my back to be carried for eternity
. . . where are you now ?

It takes forever for distant stars to burn my lips
There is no mercy found on the floorboards that walk across my kiss
. . . where are they now ?

Remember how the needles of time stitched the nights together ?
How easy does the fabric of love become unentwined
. . .  remember ?

The beauty queen... she has to pay
For every love that turns away...

Go ahead, feel
the tangibility of her broken heart
Touch her crown but know it’s steel
She’s soft she’s fire she's real
But she’s not here just to be healed

Go ahead, feel
the receptivity of her broken heart
But don’t pretend you know the deal
Her love is deep her scars are real
She builds her army on what they steal

The candle burns...the sun still blinds
She’s danced alone a thousand times

The beauty queen...she has to pay
For every love that turns away

They couldn’t touch her they could only dream
She lives somewhere between star and scream
Not cruel just unseen
That’s how you survive as a mystical queen
Beauty Queens pay a price

My greatest jewel
my heart.
its always had a way of beating hard

Wore the crown, lived in the castle
I was even Married to the King
This is when I learned the hard way
Money ain't everything
Richer with nothing on my skin

Now,
Im a
Faded
Queen
and Love is
what I love the most

I’ve been around...cant say that I'm not a little wild
Mature but stupid, you could call me heartbreaks child
I laugh to hide the bruises on my heart
But my love travels through time
so I wish upon Arabellas star

Under mystical sky, I’m dancing and its like
smoke moving slow.....
Playing with the kinda fire  that only wild hearts know
A gypsy’s song, her own wing and a prayer
Love’s a flame that’s everywhere

But...i worry
What if love’s a shooting star?
Too bright, too fast, too far....
After it all...
Will I stand alone in the dark?
watching you fade from my heart?
And then you’ll burn your name into the sky
Then vanish without a goodbye
And I’ll be left, just looking up at night

I'll just disappear
I play poker in the dark
But I’m playing against myself and I lose every hand.
Constellations map out my scars
Diamonds glitter around me
like Demolished plans
and im fading
in the Summer light
its burning me good
****, im only alive in the night

Oh, im a Faded Queen
and Love is what I dream of
the most

Ill lay on lily pads in my mind
and im drifting sinking slow
maybe
the water is my only home
cause the earth
just sinks me deep
I can feel
everything seep
from my heart

Im a fading Queen
a shooting star in the dark
I could be the one that burns
but I desperately want to be the one that returns
Back to Love

The Battleground Beneath Her Skin
(A Physiology of Light and War)

Before it reaches her;
even before her breath draws it in,
I break myself down..

  not as surrender,
  but as choice.

Each particle stripped bare,
each atom exhaled
made clean by the reckoning
of my own dark,
infused with the stubborn
weight of light
earned, not borrowed.

Within the responsibility of what
  leaves me,
I enter the quiet union—
the kneeling choice
to align with the hand of God,
to let even my smallest fragments
carry His capacity to heal.
Every airborne particle,
accountable,
deliberate,
refined enough
to cross the distance,
to enter her

without deception.

Beneath her skin,
a war unfolds.

It is not loud,
not made of swords,
but of smaller things..
things unseen by eyes,
but never missed by the marrow,
the blood,

the quiet trembling of cells
that have known both wound

  and wonder.

Light and dark..
not in theory,
but in matter
thread themselves through every atom,
every strand of her being.
Not metaphor,
but measurable:

the way shadows lean into the soft chambers of her lungs,

the way light, when chosen,
can rewrite the blueprints etched into the bloodstream.

This is the battleground..
her body,
her breath,
her most involuntary places.
Where no poetry of
seductive manipulation..
no whispered counterfeit
can cover what is real.
Only substance speaks here.
Only intent.

Only what survives the fire of accountability
earns the right to stay.

The particles come;
stripped down,
atomized,
refined.. not by accident,
but by the slow, steady grind
of volition.
They enter her;
through breath,
through pores..

through the quiet, relentless openness
that even fear cannot close completely.

And inside--
the war begins.

..   ..   ..   ..

Mitochondria spark—
tiny engines deciding

what stays,
what burns away.

Capillaries widen,
rivers branching through her like
tributaries
willing to carry
what is real,

what is earned,

what is Light.

The counterfeit falters here.
Pretty words mean nothing
to oxygen.
False portraits
dissolve beneath the chemistry of truth.
The cells remember;

  they choose.

And as the Light infuses
the quietest corners of her..
her thighs, her hips,
the soft stretch of her waist;
there is no seduction,
no trickery.

Only the hard-won intimacy
of substance made pure.

Not by the blending of oils,
not by the friction of skin,
but by the deeper,
unseen alchemy
of what enters,
what lingers,
what refuses to bow
to darkness.

The battleground is hers now.
And though the shadows  will not
yield easily,
they cannot claim her;
not where light
has been chosen,
earned,
metabolized.

The war is not over,
but benea.th her skin,
within her blood,

Light has begun
to rise.