wild woman/ 35/ soul love saga

wild woman/ 35/ soul love saga.

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Bone collecting wild woman/ soul love saga/39

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I am a bone collector…

Ravishing souls and the likes of them,

savoring the moments between time…

I explore the earth in all her sacredness.

I explore her in all her settled griminess

or manicured manipulations.

Knowing each tree I pass.

I sing to the plants and watch

them dance in the vibration of my song.

I am a wild woman

dancing naked and strong.

I am a wild woman

caught between ravious love

and divine union.

I am a wild woman

running with the wild animals

catching butterflys

spreading seeds on the wind.

Digging in the earth with my bare hands

planting gardens with dirty knees

sipping on the nectar

from a flower in mid day

tasting natures sugar fresh.

I am a wild woman

filling my psyche with healing energy

raising the vibration of humanity,

raising children I have birthed from my womb,

raising the vibration of the communities children.

it takes a village

We make the thunder role

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Well my grown ghetto child

Handsome and undeserving

of the streets drama

the harsh realities that harden

the exterior shell

lest you remember

our days

that grow our awareness

out of decay

that bridge the dreams

and explore tribuutaries

of the psyche

ravenous in delight

raising our vibrations

while we make the thunder roll

with our coming together

I cant seem to get enough

and delight in our

interactions

as they grace my memories

trying to get closer with each

movement or word

we speak in truth

leaving the parables

to poems

shining our love and  light

onto  the naked bodies

laying awake

not missing a second

while making up  from lost time

days past

I said in these days past

as the light flickered on and off

by little fingers

all the words I could ever say

who would listen

not the little ears

nor the bigs

but the radiate energy that surpasses

extraordianry lives

and passes ordinary lives

with the likeness of dolls

one moment that leads to another is like

a marathon

where I am only in a race against time

not anyone else

to my sisters dismay

but the uncanny resemblance

of my fathers dead decaying

corpse..

I don’t know where this will all lead

only I know I can’t quit yet

Pushing the boundaries

of the words

that flow from the ether

I have to step up and breath

I have to live and love

and know that in the end

it is me that must

sleep soundly at night

the foster care system isn’t my boss

nor is their mother

but my own consciousness

on raising the spirits

bright and bueatiful

and caring for my own

in their own way

not one person can understand this

journey

nor can they make it easy

except those who get off on suffering

and release their venom on me

instead of taking responsibility

I still have to devote my time

stratagize my personal life

and sacrifice everything to make it right

and love and hug

these beings tight

I am so strong

because I have to be

because I am a survivor

because I cant be weak

Making magik by fall

The waterfall

rages,

while the windswept tree’s,

lose their leaves

raining down on me…

I take the harvest

from the summers garden

creating magik in my kitchen

curing  and drying herbs,

curing and

baking pies

getting ready for the turning of the sky…

turn, turn, turn

lady and lord

God and goddess

all universal energies..

From the stars and moons

the halo’s eve approaches

makeup and dress up

on the minds of many

making magik

in this realm

while my plants

have metamorphosed

through the season

their time has come to an end…

Mix, mix, mix

cut and tend

what I seek shall be mine

to blend…

Gathering momentum

like notions on the wind

I ask the hibernation

to energize my creative

hands

make and mend

take and friend

what you love

shall be safe till the end.

Walking through the mountains

as the quilts of fall colours

adorn the view

alive with vitality

alive with velocity

nows the time to set intentions

create the pathways

that will carry us forward…

emanating

I feel this rapture

emanating from within

I felt that moment

more

and more as time went on

what we give

we are animals

playing this human game

spiritual beings

living in realities

fateful moments

that rip your heart out

and terrorize the fiber of your existence

what is so important is held

in transit today

I gave it away

to the deepest connection

through time and space

past life  all in the present

everything that happened

led to this moment

like happenstance