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I'm floating down your river.
You came to me,
Held me with four strong hands.
Bathed in Your Pure Light
We Dance in eternal candle light.
You Brushed away the ants and said
"Please Forgive Us."
It was only illusion
That kept me from your light.
You pulled the imaginary gummie worms caked on dirt
The pennies from my eyes.
You removed that ridiculous pin
And it fell into a million pieces.
You held me floating in the air,
Washed the blood from my tears,
The thorns from my legs.
Hand on my Temple Eye
You wash the demons from my head.
You always held me,
Though I couldn't find your eyes.
I am no longer half a person.
Shining bright in your Glory.
No longer bleeding,
Angels whisper names I know
They sing your heavenly name,
Swing circles in our hearts.
You hold my hands and we walk through the flames
Thrice round the circle I plan to go.
From Maidenhood, Motherhood to Crone.
You mend my heart and
Feed my soul.
I remember what I've always known.
We wash the bloo
From my Journal of searching..
Who will pick up the peices, put me back together again?
I watch movies to relax, not to revolt and imagine lobbing my foot off, scratching till I'm raw, sucking till I'm bleed through paper wet skin.
I sleep with a nighlight, some nights. and some nights the tv stays on all night. It is our insecurities that kill the world.
or a bittersweet mixture of insecurity and fucked up stupidity.
Thoughts of bones will mess you up. I need a Charlie Bat to guide me, and Angel to find, rollers to ride away and a picture lens to see your troubles.
All of a sudden this room is too small and my thoughts too big, too damaging. It's too quiet and too warm. I want to be noisy and cold. huddled in a cacoon.
How do butterflies do it? gnarly little bugs, caccoon away, spread damp weak wings, sucking nectar from your finger tips. but are they really all ok? or do they think about trees nabbing them and ants eatting their eyes? do they think about preying mantises raping them and their little spindle legs r
I want to see my blood and bones.
No I don't want to eat anything.
I want to curl up in stained red sheets watching tv all night.
High on anger.
My wings are itchy,
They pull at my skin.
Snarl balls in my hair,
Form out of calm thin air.
I can't take you anymore.
Why does thinking it's her, then not her,
then maybe her again
Make me feel so empty?
My toenails curl and fall off.
My brain rots in my head.
I like the noises of clawing at my door
razors on my skin.
I want to sleep forever
in the pile of stained blood sheets,
vaguely watching something funny
while you continue to unlove me.
I deserve it.
woman with the burnt-out lungsCigarette-flushed face,
you never bothered trying to quit for your kids, though you were one when you started.
It wasn't real until the Big C knocked.
Once burned, twice shy,
your cousins remembered another family member, pixie-cut hair she once permed so proudly,
double-crossed and dying in a cold bleached bed.
Woman with the choked-down laugh,
we didn't want to believe it was cancer, chemotherapy, hospital, beloved, eulogy, grief,
when your daughter can't even spell the words yet.
It's all we can do to hope you hold faith like your aunt didn't, that you will end
your days knowing God. There's nothing else now but drugs and one last bout of misery.
Say goodbye to your children, Pam, and know you are loved.
Thicker Than WaterYou lost your life, I wanted to take mine
You always took the easy way out
Sunny California soon became cold DC Winters
Rather send me across the states into mother embrace
Didn’t know then you’d done me a favor
Drugs led to mental descent
Murder was your problem solver
So many secrets I was afraid to expose
To salvage your tarnished history
But these skeletons have been screaming at me for too long
My closet cannot hold a dead man’s baggage no more
Liquor proved to be your undoing
As it was almost mines
Led by example, right?
Mind fooled into believing in forgiveness;
Even shedding tears for your soul
But the lies we tell ourselves always revealed
Even as you lay buried, I feel hatred, callous, pain, malice
Emotions make sense; your blood runs through me
We’re not so different after all.
Waltz with me a gentle rhyme
Meet me under the moonlight
Where the wind blows backwards
Time will never end
A ghost boat around the skyline bend
And a vampire’s kiss
The blood of a rose
And the song of the abyss
Where the wind blows backwards
That’s where you and me
My child take thee
And earn a window pain
A wolf howl on the biting rain
Until I can take your hand
And we can dance the final death
In your arms
Beaten DownA large grin from ear to ear:
torn off my face.
Why must you beat me down,
do you thrive on my pain?
You must feel pretty damn strong then
but tell me,
do you enjoy
when your one love screams at you
calling you abusive?
Even more so,
I'm done with beating myself down
because of you.
When my last resort is wielding a knife;
I tear myself apart.
I don't want to threaten you
but you leave me no choice.
Although you're definitely not my father,
what kind of "guardian" are you?
Just who do you think you are?
DaddyLittle girls are supposed to love their daddy.
But i find it hard to love someone your terrified of.
Daddy, daddy!!Mommy, mommy ! Help me find daddy! I can't find him anywhere!
Brother, brother! Mommy's sad! She's crying! We need to help!
Sister, sister!Everyone's crying- Oh no! Are you sick too? Your crying too!
Auntie, auntie! What's this place? There's a lot of people here!
Uncle, uncle! Those men, they look like daddy in his uniform. Where's daddy? They said he'd be here!
Grandma, Grandma! Why is daddy sleeping in the box bed? Why are there flowers?
Grandpa, grandpa! Why won't daddy wake up?
Daddy, daddy.................. Wake up......everybody's crying....
Who is she?She pushes people away
for reasons not clear
Can it be
she likes to be alone
or is she scared
to be on her own
regardless of what her heart says
when she begins to think
she is filled with dread
always second guessing herself
wondering how to please the world
but who is this girl?
she can smile when need be
cry when she's had enough
even if its a single tear
but who is this girl?
obedient to the end
Taking my things.
They aren't yours to play with
I'm sorry mommy
Please stop yelling at me.
Ahead and take my things
You can have them to play with
Put me down
Or laugh at me
Or scream at me
Or tell me how
Terrible of a daughter
I'm sorry mommy.
Please stop throwing things at me.
Mommy, I'm sorry.
Screaming at me.
I love you mommy.
Do you love me?
From the Heart of Goddess Womb
In curve strong arms.
Breasts full and stomach round,
As she dances the circle round.
Slow and bouncing to
Googoo garble laughter.
Music to my hidden ears.
Standing on the other side,
Smile wide on my lips.
As lover dances love
in the circle of our magic home.
Forever life of dreams,
Sparkle late into the night,
magic as each wide hip sways into the air.
The music swaying in the windows,
Deep and natural
From the Heart of the Goddess Womb,
Green land filled with history.
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
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