Tribal gypsy life

Your life purpose just becomes taking care of these kids that fight you for a single step of the way. You have to just surrender. I still feel that urgency to do something bigger, do something better like maybe I’m gonna read book that’ll change the world but I haven’t written it yet.

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I listen

I really hear

Being here

and present

in the moment

the quiet

without

squirms

without

whines + cries

+ other staples of child hood

I listen,

to the stillnes of the morning

house

without obligation

or inststance

 

Wild womyn/ 38/soul love saga

Twisted notions resembling reality

glare at me from the window

Who I am is in direct defiance of who

I am to become

I calibrate my crazy

tuck away all my insanity

and twisted notions of reality

momentarily

so I can raise these beings into the great beyond

suppressing the wild women in me

So I can ease the monotony of the day

So I can ease the burden of society

I am the master of my realm

The time master of the plans in my house

Loving deeply and compassionately

until all the bells in this kingdom have rung

Masqueraded freedom/ 37/ soul love saga

I treated my freedom

as a living dying entity

that was very much alive.

In the face of making decisions

just for myself,

I could be anywhere

without regret.

Run in the face

of adversary

without sorrow

free from guilt.

Solace in the sunlight

I mourn my freedom

as I mourn the loss of a relative

one that has escaped dis_ease

and disillusionment.

Caroling for verse

dancing to death.

Masqueraded as

responsible

reality

moments of bliss

gathering momentum

over a cliff

of suicide.

devotion + co-dependency

of systematical justice

locked into hours,

minuets forced by establishment

bearing witness to all paper trails.

Free me

from instability

and poverty.

echo of a long lived soul/ 38/ soul love saga

The thought of finding that very person that can help your soul rise to the next elevation of existence can only happen if you yourself are complete. We have to work on ourselves complete our fibers before we can really enjoy an authentic connection.  I never know how long it will take but it’s best not to jump right into a relationship. We have to prioritize what has gone wrong in our lives and make it right. For me it’s my kids who are dealing with multiple challenges. I need to focus on how I can best help them without letting it affect me. Without letting their problems make me so mad. Keeping your mind open and searching for the answers is really all we can do. Never quitting and always trying to do the right thing is the top priority. I do have me dreams, my desires. I have almost felt that connection that keeps me elevated. Knowing myself and the universe it is hard to let go. I am a head over heals kind of person that would love to fall in love at first sight.  Serving no purpose I know there is a checklist that needs to be completed before I can really let go and dive into a relationship. What is your check list? I know I need to be with someone who is strong enough to make it through obstacles more gracefully and patient than I. Someone who is dedicated to children and their well beings like I. Someone who can dance and play… My list goes on..

Until then I will not let anyone bring down my energetic vibration. Noone to cloud or distract me from my purpose. My life is mine.

 

Moments are what make the adventures of our lives

thank you for the reminder.

Your words are an echo of a long-lived soul

and the  vibrational rumble

natural balance of universal laws

I look forward to reading more.

Seeing and touch

the very fiber of your soul,

washing my face in your tears

I come close as I have ever been

to another human.

With you I am someone else

without you I am complete

my days full and abundant

You take away the chaos

filling my life with your

genuine compassion

Ultimate connection

and love

Whisper sensual moments

like bliss in her last breath

solitary I find my courage

to bless this day

while tomorrow may

hold the reality

 

 

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

I prostrate/38/soul love saga

for  a higher mind

I prostrate

I prostrate for a higher mind

sacrifice for a stronger family

stronger families sacrifice

support for a community of well being

being well

rising for service

rising vibrations

raising vibrations

rising voices

 

morning dance/37/soul love saga

 

energy emerges from seemingly nowhere

as the morning mists separate from the waters

of the earth

The falls ions hit the cool air and begin melding

into their evaporation processes

The sun begins to brighten the sky

reflecting warmly off the windows in the ghetto

quiet stirring of birds and cars

as the diesel engines render their drivers to work.

vibrating my feet as

The coffee begins brewing

and children are awakened

into their new routines

some go easy other kicking and screaming

I lurch into actions that begin to resemble

my morning dance

moving swiftly from coffee to child

until alas each one is dropped off

at their establishment

and once again

silence falls

on the house and

I can breathe

 

american dream/ 36/ soul love saga

happy or not

I would have ravished you

I would

sad is me

the only men who love me

are married

I don’t know in the beginning

then it hits like a

thunderstorm in the winter

flooding my existence

lightening my path

so I can see

one man

made love to me like a primal instinct

then he held me so tight that one night

and left me for the american dream

when my heart found it’s place

in my chest

I fell hard for another

this was the separated man next door

all hours came to play

or argue with his wife underneath my window

he left me in a midlife crisis

for the american dream

this summer guy

held my gaze

grabbed my attention

even when I tried so hard to ignore him

grinning from ear to ear

for months I stayed away

till we met

it was inevitable

till his wife walked up

and put him in his place

all was well

till broke down my door at 222 in the morn

confessing his undying infatuation

I told him to go home

he had the american dream

harboring wedding songs/37/soul love saga

 

Im harboring wedding songs

in my notebook

listening to

the radio

while I should be

writing my schedules

and to do lists

ridiculous in

there is not a date

not even a mate

just a list of songs

my life goals

and intentions

daydreams and hopes

in the midsts of

monotony and chaos

wondering if my kids

hadn’t been abandoned

by their dad

would they be so bad?

if they had a dad

would I be more balanced?