my thigh high boots
Protecting me from the storm
Keeping me sexy and warm
I walk long in stride
Hips moving gracefully from side to side
Progressing me in life
Momentum in motion
My primal instincts can’t hide the wild woman in me
I’m a bone collector
I ravish lovers
And set souls free
Loving unconditionally my children
Living in the context of this drug culture teaching right
From wrong
Not from a hypocritical song
Just a pathway from rugged neurons
Over sexualized society scarcely
Blessed I in this babylon where
Community organizes clash with my rave-nous assumptions
Play on my ethics between right And wrong
Monthly Archives: February 2014
dis orders/38/soul love saga
Open your eyes and see me standing here
calling out to you.
Hear me as I speak.
I need you to listen to me.
Everything I do is for you
I sacrificed everything daily just so we can survive.
Lost my dignity.
My body is changed forever.
My soul is growing, thriving and suffering
all at the same time..
Guilt plagues me in the nights
as well as lonileness that dwells in the stillness
when you all sleep like angels sweetly
safely
without showing dis abilities
acting incapable of progressing
or raising your families vibration.
You won’t ever read this
the lack of interested in everything
i say and do is capable of tearing down
every thing I have worked so hard for.
Instead of running away in the face of adversity
and chaos that constanly plague our lives.
I meditate and try to raise my own vibration.
I walk behind you and try to guide
while doing damage control.
I cook you meals at your own distaste
but I make sure they are wholesome
while you waste.
I listen to your screams and your disrespect
incapable of grasping reality
tearing at the boundaries like a holy terror.
I clean all day as a ritual
hoping to calm the savage beast
ease the chaotic into well being and
clear the mind.
while the structure is even
the mess from destruction
leaves dust settling in every corner
and broken glass that was shattered
in difiance.
My mind is in constant tramatic influx
searching for answers
while more questions are being created.
sometimes it is too much for one to handle
like throwing me over the edge
where is the grace
or guiding light?
where is my other half
making it right?
Where is the path or
instruction manuel
there is nothing i wouldn’t do
to make it all right
to feel the ease of love
that could make each day worth living
and enjoying again
touch me/38/soul love saga
with the gentleness of a light breeze.
A caress that lights my soul
and gathers momentum as the tides
roll in for the night.
Touch me softly
where strangers don’t see.
Words spoken in the twilight hours
taken for love
given in love
waiting for love
to sweep me into a dream
off to a mecca
and island of delight.
Whispering for noone elses ears
a secret that wanted no one else to hear
between lovers
soul mates
so tied to each other
bonds not even dared ot be broken
protections from all the worlds
devistations in each others arms
moments that graced us as time stood still
living , loving fairy ways/38/soul love saga
what is there to say
when life is out of touch
and you can only live
making conversation
with random strangers
but my shyness got in the way
of real love affairs
and connections
validating that smile that I wanted to share
I couldn’t even raise my eyes
until you said something
real connections would superseed that
right? would gather up the wind
water and light and take me home
breaking me out of my prison
sheding light on my disbeliefes
loving in my fairie ways.
perfect combanations of synergistic
relationships
a unity that makes everything
dreamy
voyage/38/ soul love saga
Sailing my clipper ship
on her maiden voyage
sails in the wind
capable of anything
capable of going anywhere
a journey through the seas
drawn by the lure
of the rhythmic pulses of Gia herself
 watching the breath as
the rise and fall of the tides
moments of awe inspired
by the sun setting on the land
curious notions of stellar moments
being lit by the night sky
when the only thing that mattersÂ
is oneness of the dividing horizon
gathering momentum
many past lives on the seas
Oceans born of my womb
mandated karma
for a reckoning of interconnect desires
selling spicesÂ
gathering trades
crowningshields
will sail again
through me
Â
conscious alignment
Joining the evolution
like a rebel coming from
the wastelands of reality
taking my prana into chakra’s
healing each one
against the currents of toxic waves
flowing my way from
every direction in this environment
Healing through light
transit pieces of well being
sacrificed by the reigns of
elementary reasoning
chaos that dilutes the life vitality
is the constant battle of disorder
dis-ease
winter/38/Soul love saga
Occasionally on winters icy regent mornings
Nothing escapes it’s grasp
cold air seeps into this old house
through every crack
creating a draft.
Through my clothes to the bone
cold withered prospects..
Even the oil bills regent screams
controlling extortion
making seamless activity
impossible to venture
Bio heat activated through false hope
blasphemy falls through my lips
with each new bill
tending to multi layered dimensional being
journeying through this laden crossfire
in this winter wonderland
I lay waiting in the dormant woods
waiting for an icy fable in february
scattered flakes
melting for springs return
New life class available through blackboard
women’s most sacred spot/ soul love saga/38
The most sacred spot
on a woman
the rebellious side of
her nature
begins here
the root cause of her family
and self love + destruction
one spot able to rock worlds and
spin a culture into motion
a soul attachement point
her connection to dreams + families
Unforgiving + fragile convictions
loved + callused
rhythmic pulsing piece by piece
against the grains of society
hidden from the notion of spring
coming against all odds of a lazy winter
higher education/38/soul love saga
awaits in the american dream
sacrifice and dream in order to achieve
I wait for my servitude as I prostrate
to all that could be
serving up my justices in theory
to agonizing moments
I wait to expand my prerogative
cancel my appointments
so I can just be left in the freedom
of my choices
the freedom that will ache every cell of my body
as my work sells
my cells learn the brisk movements of creation
creations of art
creation of kids
creation of relationships
and gardens that grow
and thrive under the care of my hands
tending and deadheading
pruning and weeding
I strive for the grades
to graduate
I strive for the recognition of my abilities
and the community that will support my efforts
searching for the missing link that will
make it all work