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my ecosystem/37/soul love saga

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lingering moments

and dense categories

savoring relish

for the time being

sacred and scared

to move into reality

because my own ecosystem

is safe and free from

anyone else’s genocide

toxic waste dumps

massive amounts of wasted energy

with the masses of viral words

and false disclosers

threatening to invade

your territories and your

minions or children or students of life

 

My guess is it is difficult to come

to the realization

that some of us work hard

at just being the best

we know how to be

ouch…

intensities and elevated vibrations

could soar with un-mounting pleasure

with taking responsibility for your own

gaining rewards instead of wasting

time filling little ears with false hopes

and leaving  a trail of despair

when you feed the lies

and the little truths

crumble to the ground

 

I have a light that shines

on my path

it’s called

hope

I fuel it with

love and light it with

endurance

it saturates my walkway

with will

and shines on my feet

and the roots

growing into giai
I carefully step over

keeping the darkness

from my ecosystem

 

 

morning dance/37/soul love saga

 

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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

 

insidious observations

puzzle peices

insidious observations

counting time where it goes

where this path will lead

gradual preoccupation’s

of teenage dominations

this will only get worse

as the world spins

out of control

how do you grasp

something so big?

wide?

expansive?

as attitude?

diversions

techniques

multiple personalities and kids

striding

heaping preoccupations

when I just want to kick back

take a load off of my anni (hilated)

mind and body

find my center and move there

find my personal space

and live there

 

mischievous/ 37/ soul love saga

Time,

what bugs you motivation+mischievous

ruling out anything

but playfulness

word+ letters trail behind his name

like a puppy lost in chaos

disorganized in the tornado

of energy that follows

in the wake of his madness

never full understanding

the depths of his challenges

the mystical mirror

reflecting

the turmoil that resides in

everyone that he encounters

frail + frugal

like a thief in the night

stealing the bliss of

parenthood

causing me to be alert, alive

and enthusiastic

in the face of anger

 

walkin and talkin/37/soul love saga

protector of my house

 

 

Walkin +talkin

for that I should be thankful

time tendered

curiosities

life rendered

in momentarily

blissful season

for that I should be thankful

sensory processing

issues have a name

for tactile disfunction’s

despondent to my

speech respondent  to my body

auditory + speech processing

so many disfunction’s for these disorders

all in my house hold

all for a single mamma to care for

protector of my house

and executive functioning

walkin+ talkin

for that I should be thankful

busting out of my seams

reachin every limit

the sky is not capable

of holding us all back

our attention deficit

smashed the glass ceiling

Raising wild wonders/ 37/soul love saga

caretaking

 

 

one said it would be this hard

raising wild wonders

late nights

inconsiderate behaviors

+ obstacles

from everyone

constantly  focused

on family

cat scratching lighting

mounds of laundry

big enough

to loose the kids in

at least the bigger pile is clean

trash overflowing + filled

with a stench so unbearable

within minuets

millions of kisses a day

from dirty hands

to boogery cheeks + bloody knees

that have been peed on

-being blessed with vomit

and a cuddle when sick

is still better than a bad day

at the office

 

uneding abyss/37/ soul love saga

a failing buety
standing the test of time
in this dimension
that runs her ragged
raging hormones guiding her truths
eyes reflecting
your stories
eyes graced with more darkness
in her unending abyss
leading to her soul
face washed out and tired from
responsibility
caring for everyone else
she can hardly wait
till a new freedom renders
life
the sun will shine
again warming your skin
after a long winter
full of so many kids
with too many storms

the secret/32/soul love saga

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walking against the moons light; a shadow following behind me, my pace quickens.

My breath is deeper, faster in the cool air. The darkness is on one side of everything with silver iridescent light cast on the other. Simple objects bearing resemblance to mythical creatures, but I stay focused. My weight landing on my toes first than as I feel the ground under me I carefully place my foot down. I’m making little noise as I run through the forest crushing the leaves with every step. The time doesn’t matter had I known prior to this I would have been prepared. I have looked everywhere and can’t find them. She is close behind and can’t hear them. Nothing.

My words are gone, nowhere to be found. It is like the vital life force has been taken from me. My connection to the divine has been disconnected and lost forever. Even the beginning of the story is just out of my reach. She is just a few steps behind me and I can hear her thoughts she is so close, I can almost taste for her existence. The object of my desires is in her hands. She carries the truth on her back like a small child wrapped safely in case of emergency. The only emergency is the lack of words.

I spot his brown eyes watching me run, her brother who knows why. Why there are so many obstacles between me and the gates to all that I have ever wanted. He can’t contain his laughter in his Timeless way his face lights up when I know he is there.

“Are they in the seeds that you have sown?” she asks, though she knows I didn’t plant a garden this year the first year in a while. I spent so much time just watering all my potted plants because there was so little rain.

‘Did you leave them at school?” She giggles. No, no I’ve been online and see all the formulated regulations with no time to play. Official rules out my opinions and self all in the name of the game to pass a class. No, No, No my words have found no social justice the compliance of regulation that encompasses the homework. My motive has been removed with my prose and rules.

“What about lunch at noon, did you cook and eat them? “ Zoe said as she was looking. The gypsy reminded me that it was getting late. I spend most of my time preparing food, serving and eating. My words use to boil over. I could catch them from my mind and put them on paper and they would just stay there, right where I left them. They didn’t stay though, I went to put them there and they were gone. I had missed my chance.

I was so busy. They came and left before I realized. I only had so much time before they were gone. I was trying too hard to make the words appear on the page. The connection was lost through technology. The process of development is over shadowed by the distribution the inertia becomes dissolved.

“What if you just typed? Then could you find them?” Mr. Timeless said to me. I could just start typing if only that voice were loud and clear. I stopped listening so long ago, so it stopped talking with no one listening. He bends down and picks a purple flower and smells it. He tucks this sweet intoxicating lavender behind my ear.

“How do you wake up that voice that helps you to create?” I have been so busy for so long, I just realized I lost it. Would I ever find it?’

“It’s all in you Mom” I just have to make time.
published on asscent insperations 2011

a timeless expression/32/soul love saga

A Timeless Expression
I
Brown eyes, large brown eyes
Depending on me. Searching for
my soul. Answers in this Timeless
expression

ii
Sleeping like an angel, I crawl
Under the covers of the morning light
Curled in a fetal positions
One Timeless expression

iii
A tornado winding through my house
Knocking a mass of stuff all-over
Layers deep

iV
Upside down in a cupboard
Under a table, what is going on?
Sassy, wild energy

V
Racing through these rooms with abundance
Of energy
Bouncing through these walls
Echoing voice’s-screams
& laughter in his silent world
Broke down in rage
A timeless transition

VI
A song breaks the silence
I see his soul shine
In his mystical Lyric
Beyond the memories
Of escalated Timeless behavior

Vii
A spirit rising

Timeless expression

*A Timeless
Timeless Expressions Brown eyes, large brown eyes
Depending on me. Searching for
my soul. Answers in this Timeless
expression

ii
Sleeping like an angel, I crawl
Under the covers of the morning light
Curled in a fetal positions
One Timeless expression

iii
A tornado winding through my house
Knocking a mass of stuff all-over
Layers deep

iV
Upside down in a cupboard
Under a table, what is going on?
Sassy, wild energy
V
Racing through these rooms with abundance
Of energy
Bouncing through these walls
Echoing voice’s-screams
& laughter in his silent world
Broke down in rage
A timeless transition

VI
A song breaks the silence
I see his soul shine
In his mystical Lyric
Beyond the memories
Of escalated Timeless behavior

Vii
A spirit rising
Changing – breaking- aching
Growing an unconditional
Rhythm shining indigo

For me this is a more visual piece picture of words. Each stanza breaks up thoughts of my son.

timeless state of exsistence/33/soul love saga

I forgot how to write
I learned how to live
in a timeless state of existence
l learned unconditional love
at the moment of conception
in the midst of madness
as the angels guide them through they’re sleep
they leave me this vision to embrace
helping me through the day
My hands are full
of love
The gypsy in me dances to the mystical lyric
my soul is rooted in daydreams
my body is surround in the oceans of Gaia
with universal energy
engaging my darkness to come out and play
drumming through the night
to the beat of creation
under the light of the moon
I am
what I am
to everyone
I am something different
I am a mother first
I hold the power of creation
within me
to create children
to create art
to create words
I am what I am
me

Timeless state of existence