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quantum entanglement

Quantum entanglement
captures the essence of love
in its creates depths.
oneness that justifies life
new beginings.
sacred bonds
that can not be broken
through time and space.
embodiement of energy
that looses itself in rapture

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.

rain

Rain

Sometimes the weather feels as though it is a part of my being, belonging to me blending with my tears soaking my emotions. Rhyming with pain as it makes my body ache. A chorus of insanity falls upon the earth. Flooding our plane of existence letting everyone see how I feel. No sun shall shine from the sky, warming my insides, burning my skin. The moon and stars in the midnight sky will disguise themselves hiding mysteriously behind the darkened clouds from our curious eyes tonight.

The rain seems to follow me wherever I go, from Maine to the bottom of Mexico, making me wet from the inside out, soaking my dignity along with my clothes.

On a day like this, everything is a uniform of grey. Shadows standing tall and proud around any corner you may turn. Everybody goes on with their life in a downpour. The cars flying over thirty-five hydroplane down the streets. Splashing innocent, not so lucky, pedestrians now immersed in a mixture of oily, murky nasty water the road had willingly collected for this occasion.

Kids have no worries as they make sure not to miss the chance to jump, dance, splash and kick through every puddle they come across only to arrive home in their soggy wet clothes, dripping with muddy liquid all over their mamma’s clean floor. The pretty girls hide their hair. Brave men just don’t care. No matter where you look, what you will perceive is the drizzle falling from the sky. How the motion concurs over the still dryness that use to be.

A rainfall at night may hold us for ransom inside during the long hours of the darkness. There is a constant tapping, reminding us to listen intently to the conditions of the battle on the roof above you. The wind is rattling the windows as if Mother Nature is trying to break in to get you. It is only the sound of her tears crying on my window of pain, reminding me of sorrow. The sound of many raindrops hypnotizes me into a transcended state of mind as they hit upon the objects of the earth in the midnight hours.

The night crawlers are having a field day playing slimming their way through the mud, grass and foliage. Outside I get high from my altered states of consciousness, I feel safe from the flood of emotion. The cats are running from one shelter from the next, trying to keep their precious fur coats dry. I observe the individual translucent rain droplets as they hit the middle of the pools of water, the infinity of circles after impact as it dissipates and becomes one adding to the mass of metallic looking liquid.

Lightening enhances the world we live in with illuminating flashes of light. When the hot and cold air fronts come together, it creates a magical sky. Incredibly ravishing electricity with artistic streaks of light tears through the overcast sky. The incredibly ravaging electricity with artistic streaks of light tears through the overcast sky making it scream and holler as it strikes the earth with a killer bolt. Thunder rolls the storm clouds in with a roar of warning making your eardrums vibrate with the intense sound of the storms position. Anticipating the eye of the storm hoping that it doesn’t see you. Lightning can be dangerous, but it is still exciting to me, reviving me with incredible amounts of energy with every glimpse of fire that is cast upon the earth from the heavens above. When I search the skies for a vision to ponder I find striking results in a midsummers storm.

I have to look past the winter, for the rain is far too cold bringing on long bouts of misery that tends to dampen my spirits. The weather is an amazing natural condition I often find that it helps to stabilize my moods, in one direction or another.

I often feel the rain is a part of my being. I take it personally for it is mine alone. During the middle of a storm, I lift my hands high above my head in homage, letting the rain saturate my palms, spilling down in streams through the pits of my arms. I can only giggle as the torture tickles me for the rest of the fallen rain drops stain my clothes wet. From as far as I can see to the ground below my feet each molecule is a part of this universe a unity for you and me to wash our lives.

each drop is a reflection of the world we live in upside down without judgment….

Synergy

I breathe/I feel
so alive
My senses alert to
Each and every cell
A synergy of all my parts makes me
Unique/ whole
Dividing and multiplying
I am the mother of creation
Alive/and breathing
Forever in nature
I assume this position
The one control I maintain in this world
I breathe/
I dance
Feeling my interconnectedness with all living things
I watch the plants and the tree’s responding
To my energy
Thoughts/songs
Dancing in unison the sound of the leaves
Clapping/
Falling
Make me come undone
Feeling free
From the mundane
Cooking and cleaning
I can be one with the divine
Source of my inspiration
I am free of this
Reality/technology
The ocean waves in anticipation
Surrendering to the rise and fall of the moon
I feel the earth breathe in each and every
Cell saturated in her womb

After being locked out of my WordPress account for awhile and finding my way home again my first few posts were liked by some of my fav artists and writers. actually brought me to tears the wp. community inspired me and pushed me farther in writing with your support… freaking psyched to be back.

today I put together all the year as worth of poems and short stories. can u believe it’s 92, 241 words!!!! going through and trying to edit. I’m doing it. been scared shirtless of putting my raw stories out there but it’s time to thrive

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Mom-Ing it

Sorry I haven’t bombarded you with my usual abundance of poetry and panic,  Inspiration and muse. I have been fostering two babes and have two kids at home. My days are endless and my nights feel sleepless and dreamless. I hardley have time for a shower never mind let the flow of words vibrate from the ethers. When this happened to me when my own 3 children were in diapers I blamed it on my ex. Lol.  I do have Flo tho.. I can freestyle about puke and poop all day long!!! 

chapter one- discovering Choices/I write

lady with red poppies
lady with red poppies

Choices
As I begin to put it all together I look around and I’m amazed that I have come this far. It is a little dis concerning when I think about the people who I shared my body, my soul and love with Who I had thought I would be connected “forever’ with and I am not. I can place each choice, each person, moment in time when life was about to change drastically because of something that had just occurred a decision that I made. Simple moments in passing life is what it is. Each and every choice that we make changes our outcome like a choose your own adventure book. Some choices that I made with so little regard at the time ended up bringing me forward into the life that I am leading now. A life where I have carved out my niche through careful consideration and a lot of work. I have finally found my space in the community and comfort in my art

I write
My only strength
Comes from expressing through this pen
I write.
My only vision is in cryin
Alone
Through my eyes
From my soul inside my body I write