awakening
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"Where do you think I've gone?
To which home I've been, one I long?"
Treasures of Maya abode
Life is but a fun joke
Lightbringer, cast as both: victim & villain
Truth-seeker,
I came into existence, naked yet clothedwith innocence and unaware,bathed with my mother’s blood,old folks heard me cry and were so glad.I came not into this unknown sphere by my own will
My child, let your life come into the world of darknesslike a spark of light, without flicker and pure,and thank them in silence.
You know, my child, they are cruel in their greed and envy,
Watching, waiting,
The sun rising.
Breathing, falling,
The sun crying.
Upon the horizon,
I know it is here.
In real-time I take stabs and fall unto my knees look at my wounds
And figure if there's something that fix
Submission and cloudiness forms
But my true intentions are unveiled when sleep and let all unfold
Dear Mr. Almost PerfectYou're a dork, but that's one of the things I love about you.Warm breath colliding with mine you never make me feel uncomfortable.What I see as flaws in myself you wrap up and make beautiful
We're living a silent violence Locked on everyone else's frustrations Afraid of climbing our own mountainsWe find peace in this violation We can't breath pure airIt stinks everywhere
Dear First Love,
With words left unsaid,
and feelings left unexplored,
I try to rest my head,
as sleep goes ignored.
We were two young kids with the world at our feet.
Awake upon this garden
You who belies life and lives
For the wind in your hair
Sing upon this sunshine
You who decries truth and spies
Magic in the air
Golden opportunity mixed
Drift…
But not too far!
As far as you can…
It’s dangerous!
It’s beautiful…
You want to die?
To finally live…
I've fallen into the mirror again
Eyes on me, but where have mine been
Escape this version I try to explain
Lost within the thoughts in my brain
Anticipating the end of my rope
Have you ever stood there?
In the morning dew
watching the rays of gentle gold
creep their way along the onyx sky.
Listening to the murmur of the leaves
Few things shape a persons psyche
In a year like a lover
and the first to entice thee
Sixteen shaped me through a love I lost
At the time keeping up no matter the cost
The birth of my brother
Heading to your destination
in the car
i call it the modern horse
we drive with our phones
they rode with a whip
we drive with a heater
and a very loud speaker
They had nothing deeper
I greet the day with gratitude laced with longing.
This hunger animates my entire being,
Sharpening my senses, a new way of seeing.
The pursuit of Light is my soul's calling.
I am a Light Huntress.
A world dealt with the aftermath of countless lifetimes laden with crueltyA world in turmoil and controversyA world trying to expand and trying not to expandSuch is the world I was born into.Not everybody is happy.
The frantic forest floor,it was so cluttered once,every rustle was news, unsilenceable.Leaves fell, animals tracked through the dappled shifting sunlight, and it was all important.
Stumbling aimlessly down a dismal, unlit road,
Unconsciously steering myself towards pristine beginnings.
A world anew, sky white as the driven snow, but in a split fraction of a moment,
Beauty is being kind
Beauty is being lovig
Beauty is being compassionate
Beauty is being understanding
Beauty is being true
A pure and real self is who you are
I'm not as skinny as I'm supposed to be
and don't have flawlwss skin.
My laugh is a little obnoxious,
but hey this is me.
I don't cake my face with makeup
to live up to the "beauty standard"
Sepia, black and white,
Nashville, hefe, willo,
Lo-fi, hi-fi,
1977
They all start to look the same
After an hour or two.
Oh wait this one looks good!
As I stand in the sunshine in the garden by the little shrine,
My Nonna’s little shrine of humble fig trees,
And look at the vast blue sky,
My life has never been perfect
but what is perfection?
Is perfection when you're always happy
Sweet black molasses sap,
Spilled from the spicket,
tapped into the forbidden tree,
Danced and fell behind red lips,
Touched and fumbled by pale pink tongue,
A raft in the nightly liquid desert,
Wake up. (speaker 1)
Wake up. (speaker 2 )
Wake up! (speaker 3)
And listen to the world around you. (sp.1)
We're in a revolution, (sp.2)
The sky turned sepia today.
The streets, trees, and cars,
Everything awash with yellow.
The woman with fire for hair
Walking her proud dog
Was reduced to a silent figure,
The sky turned sepia today.
The streets, trees, and cars,
Everything awash with yellow.
The woman with fire for hair
Walking her proud dog
Was reduced to a silent figure,
The sky turned sepia today.
The streets, trees, and cars,
Everything awash with yellow.
The woman with fire for hair
Walking her proud dog
Was reduced to a silent figure,
At the sound of an alarm,
We wake!
At the smell of a brew,
We wake!
At the turn of a key
We move!
On our path to fortune,
We dream,
Yet, at the sight of the homeless child,
Disguises for hypocrisy.
Blinded by democracy.
Honestly, do We know why
We go to war and children die?
Contradicting insanity -
Thou shalt not kill, all of humanity.
As I leave my family
Towards a glowing light I cannot look away
I am blinded and cannot see ahead
I hear the great gust of wind trying to push me back.
Yet why do I keep walking forward?
It’s like I stepped out into the sunlight for the first time,
I opened my eyes and I saw the things that have always been.
Maybe by choice I let them slide,
Lightning strikes, reveals the truthThe ground quakes, shakes down all you knewThunder roarsAs you choke on words unspokenSuddenly, the sky breaks open
Whose destination is love.
YOU and you and You are my definitions.
I’ve learned that I’m just in love with a concept.
Life doesn’t work that way.
I want the best of all;
I always end up with
Stretched the morning sigh from my tired evening, slow and easy it goesAs I step around the corner life blowsAnd tangles my hair.With simple strides in dangers shoesWith honest eyes reflecting fewSmiles.
A slow, seeping pain enters my body,But I know too well that it was already there;Dormant, sleeping, then like a whisper,It shatters the silence, but its secret is only shared with me.
We arose in a world,
Where there is no “I,”
It was a symbol of Selfishness,
Greed,
Power,
We are a population,
Not a community,
As We gaze up into the sky,
Blue as the sky, my heart pumps anxious beats of alkaline.
Furrowed brow, hardened eyes, tapping of the fingers.
I stand adjacent to the wealth of the future.
Right hand out, reaching, grasping at the sunlight.
And suddenly it hits me like a punch in the gut
that I can BE all these beautiful things I read:
I can cut off my hair and wear fishnet stockings
and clomp around in big black boots and I
It was never my intent to return to this place
dark halls of betrayal, and lacking in grace
Lustful intentions, like geysers of steam
scald memories ‘neath mahogany beams
I never had it.
What does it feel like?
Requited and mutual
A yes to that nervous question
I've never had it
That embrace of affection
With that one you enjoy
You yearn for and endear to
I wrote this a few years back before my confirmation of my faith. Hope you like it!:
Time does not exist, only clocks. My body is a pendulum. The rubber soles ticking along the concrete so harmoniously as to measure out the perfect period.
Life, each turn
Leaves you more lost than the first
It's just something
That's when it's bad, it hurts
Not knowing how one day, will go
That's the reason why we get up
To suffer each day of it
To the people of the world that cry,
“We know not where our allegiance lies”,
and place their heads firmly in the sand.
To those now lost deep within the mix,
stocking hope in magic tricks
We're setting sail to a voyage that never ends
Cast with the wind, while the anchor begins to drown
Blurred ripples, our boats filled up with sand
And the sirens sing, leaving an empty sound
