Spirit Guide – Poetry W/Audio

A peace offering to keep you as my guide
~~~
My mommy is very sad you have to take me she wants to accompany me on this ride
~~~
She gave me flowers as a gesture to take me directly to the pearly gate
~~~
She’s been crying and praying all night hoping there’s someone else you can take
~~~
She knows that spirits get lost they roam searching all alone
~~~
They try to find their way back to familiar places that used to be their earthly home
~~~
She was just hoping you’d get me there on time
~~~
She’d like to know if you can walk me to the front of the line
~~~
She’d also like to know if she can take my place
~~~
She told me to tell you if God really needs me to please get me there safe
~~~
If mommy had it her way she’d send you on your way
~~~
But we all will one day meet you and today was just my day


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Untitled ~Poerty

East of somewhere
~~~
Where time and matter don’t exist
~~~
Heart heavy from old grief but still very new
~~~
Time has limits and birds fly back home
~~~
Who can stop a river from flowing
~~~
Over beautiful rocks
~~~
That stay wet and never dies
~~~
And Myra waves goodbye

Reincarnated – Poetry

A trilogy of love thus born

Less injured than before

All of our jagged edged worn

You’ll come to me once more

Whether as star

Constellation of triple light

Streaking ‘cross nights sky

Or rhythmic hum of fireflies

Crossing through silent light

Dark as days and cold as nights

I found you this time unbound

As we met on common ground

You come to me through distilled sound

And wrote our names on sacred ground

We will meet next time around

My love

Love itch – Poetry

There is a place

A place of mourning

A mourning for a private thing

A hidden thing

A loving thing

A pretty thing

An intimate thing

A sacred thing

A private something

A needing

For love

And touch

A touch

A kiss

A sloppy kiss

And attraction

A longing

For

Sexual desire

I Searched for You ~ Poetry

I’ve searched for stones
Limping from broken bones
I laid bare searching for something so rare
~~~
I stood on peaks vista’s and mountains 
I lowered myself in valleys
I bathed in historical mystical fountains
~~~
Searching for you
~~~
I walked dangerous terrain
I kept going even while searching with a broken brain
~~~
I roamed from day till dusk
This was not about lust
Much more about trust
I was in the muck and mire
Burning with desire
~~~
I laid bare searching for something so rare
I honored the sabbath and respected your status
I mantra’d the lords prayer
I prayed while scared
I covered my hair
I lowered my eyes conscience of the devils glare
I searched and searched but the gods weren’t playing fair
I paced the valley of the kings searching for rings and pretty things
I made a declaration to a nation through meditation
I ignored sexual sensations
I refrained from masturbation
I nurtured generations
I promoted positive vibrations
I wrote away self-hatred and internal allegations
~~~
While searching for you
~~~
I laid bare searching for something so rare
I was overcome with despair
~~~
I searched for stones
Limping from broken bones
~~~
I was longing for belonging

I was

~~~

Desperately
~~~
Searching
~~~
For you

These poems are all connected ❤

Deeper than an Ocean – Poetry

My love is
Deeper than an oceans wave 
To pave a twisters fall
Tides cave
And lovers wave
From beyond this epic crawl
Paradox hold shoulders
Under an oceans rock
And that’s why my love for you will always be
Deeper than any world
A fantasy can unlock

~~~
Deeper than an Ocean!

~I’ve posted this every year since 2013. I just can’t think of anything more adoring than this poem to post on mothers day 🥰

Deeper Than An Ocean – Poetry

Infected By Love- Poetry

I sacrificed myself on the altar and begged God to give me back my soul 

I wondered this wilderness I was lost in the fold

I wrote pages and pages till it became a scroll
***

Love had games

Hung me by nooses and invisible chains 

I’ve become a walking noise maker from the residue that jingles in my hollow veins 

***

Love took its toll 

Felt lessons left mud prints in my fractured  soul 

Half of a heart does not make a whole 

***

Sadness compromised me times 3

Left miles and miles still cleaning up debris 

August was a long month felt like years 

Found myself floating on a life raft

Damn near drowned in my own tears 

***

Till life felt like a plague 

So I saged

And I saged 
I burned incense

It lingered 

But the hurt still stayed 

I was compromised and delayed 

Rigamortis set in and even the neighbors could smell the decay 

***

I sacrificed myself on the altar and begged God to give me back my soul 

I wondered this wilderness I was lost in the fold

I wrote pages and pages till it became a scroll

I fasted I starved myself and I paced the floor some more

I talked to myself and searched for riddles beyond hidden doors
I spoke to the gods and whispered to the moon

I cried rivers and laid prostrate singing holy across empty tombs 

I bled myself trying to rid myself of this atrocity
I showed my self approved spewing with generosity

I walked on hot coals I detoxed myself I stopped eating meat

The congregation stood in line while I washed every members feet

I even cut my locs out

But I was still left 

Hung 

Heavy

Burdened

I was without 

I did all this trying to replenish my broken soul 

I will one day find a way out of this deep dark lonely hole 

I’ve been infected 

By 

Love

These poems are all connected ❤

Written 5/2014

mentalnotes1

Even robots cry

To dance through a metals wave

To bend iron cast down

Built ships through this junk filled maze

Awaiting rust

Standing still from yester years decay

Rainbows have rain

Rain has dirt

But robots have people 

Who feel nothing

Even when they hurt

 

Even robots cry

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