Silence

Scarlet cries my arm raises into these hours so late
Even the sky put on its mourning attire for my sake

Paper cuts scattered all over my burdened mind
Microcuts within my chest beautifully aligned

Brand new cuts settled now on my skin
The aftermath leaves me blind to this sin

My darkened eyes drink up the numbing bliss
While silence bestows on me a catatonic kiss

Forgotten

She stands in the vacuum,
That is The Lonely,
Her eyes, her sentinels,
Awash with tears.

Translucent skins reveals,
Her inner fragility,
And none bear witness to this fleeting insight,
Before she fades.

For she is without consequence,
Her substance lost as unbeheld,
As disinterest has judged her,
An unworthy vessel.

Thus quietly doth she traverse,
To the land of The Forgotten,
No cries doth she emit,
For cries unheard, she knows are in vain.

The Illusion

You are the illusion, you never shall end,
With the cloak and the mask the truth you will bend,
And with callous objections you’ll corrupt all you see,
Until you’re surrounded by all who believe.

You are the illusion, you never shall fall,
Their pain is your life force, their terror- your call,
You swoop and you glide and you take what you need,
Until they are broken, no more can they bleed.

You are the illusion, the face of the damned,
You steal away innocence, smite all you can,
Fill them with horror and desolate dreams,
Happy- you listen to each of their screams.

You are the illusion, yet I have the eyes..
I watch you – I see what’s beneath that disguise,
Try taint me, and pain me- steal all that I love,
And I shall ignore you, and soar far above.

You are the illusion, yet now none believe,
They can all see you, they’re listening to me?
Who will be there to take care of your mask?
And your cloak- as you’ve failed in your task.

You are the illusion; you elude not a soul,
Wrapped up in darkness, shiver with cold.

Ancient Power

In this night and in this hour,

I call upon the ancient power,
Of enchanted Samhain night,
By darkened eve and candle bright.

Today the veil of worlds is thin,
Welcoming all spirits in,
To visit mortals once a year,
And we will see their presence here.

Lady of the Darkness hark,
Like flames we carry through the dark;
Illuminate this ancient night,
By pumpkin moon and candle bright!

For blessings in the year ahead,
We light our fires, honour dead,
Strength and wisdom is the key,
As I will, so mote it be!

cutting the only real trees near my house

I say "the trees feel warm today,
I think they're out of breath,"
They danced for one last time tonight
While waiting for their death.

Axes flying, wounded trees,
They fall with silent screams,
And never will they reach again
Towards Creator's beams.

Trees, they grow around their wounds,
Extend their leafy crown,
But they will never have that chance
When white men cut them down.

thunderstorms

These pictures were taken on top of scenic mountain
just before the storm...




An unexpected thunderstorm
Is passing through my life
Shaking the walls of my soul
Saturating the ground at my feet
Making it hard to stand

The lightning is brilliant
The thunderous blows make my heart flutter
The rain on my roof sings me a lullaby
And I am finally able to sleep
Surrounded in a blanket of distraction

These floods may be disastrous
The seas of emotion could swallow me whole
But right now
I just want to splash in the puddles

Come play in the rain with me?

Moon Child

I am a moonchild
A girl in the presence of night
that I worship on this hallow ground,
I feel the rays penetrate my skin,
As I reluctantly grasp for the last shred,
of moonlight slipping from my grasp.
Now the suns rays invade into me,
And I stumble into the void,
The sun mocking me from above,
Until I may finally embrace the moon's grace once again,
For Artemis, a hunter of the moon.
Maybe I can make something beautiful,
with blue and rainbow penetrated veins.
And someday dance as a sheet of rain
descends upon my face,
lying up to the huntress of the moon,
forever asleep to the rest of the sunbound world.
Life simply, with and forever as the moon.

My superpower is liberated by free will and trust, which lead me to explore simple speculations for their own sake. I can move beyond the fear factor. I don't know where I'm going, and I don't care where I've been. I only know that, as the hero of my own story, it's for me to find out. For, like Alice, I'm on the verge of stepping into a rabbit hole; unless I stop short and play it safe, I'll know soon enough where following my own feet has landed me on this curious venture. The blissful frailty of unwritten conclusions and unguarded access sweetens the desire. So despite familiar warnings, irresistible promise draws my eyes wide open and away from domestic comfort zones, with only certain inquiry, hope and faith to recommend my course. I'll never know until I try."

You think I'm dark
I think you're light
You think I'm wrong
I know I'm right...

I think my hopes
Are also yours
But still you hide
Behind closed doors

I think your love
Is in my heart
But you think we
Should be apart

I think our souls
Remain as one
You see the truth
But I still run.

I think our dream
Can still come true
When all I dream
I dream for you..

You think I'm wrong
I know I'm right
When in the dark
I see your light

So let it shine
And soon you'll see
Within the light
We both can be

Power animal

Ever wondered what power animal you have to protect you? Here is how I learned from my grandfather who was a shaman. A spiritual being with the ability to heal, work with energies and see visions, he was a master of energy and fire as a medium of transformation. He guided others on vision quests.

I have a good friend who is also a Shaman and I have been on many vision quests, the most beautiful experience I have ever experienced. My first journey I found my power animal the Wolf.

Close your eyes and rid yourself of any thoughts.. Center and ground yourself allowing your spirit to soar. Visualize yourself soaring above the ground.. as if in flight. See the ancient forest..
visualize walking upon the rugged path.. feeling mother earth below your feet reaching deep into your soul... walking towards the giant waterfall absorbing the mist that cleanses your mind,
in silence you walk out of the ancient forest to the sacred bonfire... what animals do you see waiting for you.

It's a deep experience... I hope you find your power animal to protect and guide you through life. What ever animal you see research power animals and learn all that you can about them...

Wolf~

The image of the wild wolf howling at the moon is a powerful symbol that affects everyone, but for those with a Wolf totem or power animal is a reminder of the importance of personal freedom. Occasional escape from the restrictive chains of civilization is essential for the wolf shaman’s happiness and spiritual well-being. Camping in the wilderness, fishing alone for a day, a walk in a wildwood or a trip to the sea all offer the opportunity for reconnection with nature, and to spend time alone with that wonderful friend, the wolf power animal.

All is quiet as dusk falls. Then, excitement charges through the air as she breaks the horizon. There rises the phoenix, riding a column of flame into the heavens. Like a star, she shines with unfaded glory as she rockets through the clouds.

These are the last of her days, and she knows it well. Long has been her life, as she is ressurected after each fiery plunge back to us. Soon though, she will take on a new form for a new age.

Nonetheless, she is our beakon, our symbol of hope. She is the fiery lance that galvanizes us into one people with one dream. No man, woman or child can ever set eyes upon her power and stand unmoved. As long as we have the phoenix in our hearts, the innocent will never fall.

secret mask

Hide me
From
Me.
Hide me from
A world
That reminds us
Only of the
Possibilities.
Hide me
From the
Searching heart,
So far gone
That the answer
To the
Question,
Is no answer
At all.
Hide me from
Myself
So that I
Might once again
Find you
And realize that
I am not
Truly
Alone
In my
Loneliness.
Hide me
From what is
And is not
There.
Please
Hide me.

making a stand

Writing my name on the Earth with gasoline and setting that shit on Fire

Finding Peace

The sky is unpredictable
filtered through a blanket of clouds
And I can't tell what's on the other side

Though I can see the rain
the drops are almost undetectable
as they brush against my skin like feathers

the silence creates a barrier
only periodically broken by the wind
as it shifts through the leaves

My hands tremble with anticipation
but flow with joy all the while
as I think about you

could this be
what it means
To Find Peace

For the GIRLS

This is for the girls.

For the girls whose favorite color growing up was green,

not PINK.

For the elementary school princess, still dreaming of being royalty.

For the cheerleaders and the song writers,

For the girls who loved fairy tales, who love romantic comedies.

For the girls who won't let you blame their anger on sadness or PMS,

Regardless what time of the month it is.

This is for the runaways,

the girls fainting down the runways.

For the girls who played their Barbie dolls into Doctors and Teachers.

For they were not allowed to be ok with the A's

For the girls who got A's in their math and science classes.

For the spitfires kicking the baseball teams asses.

For the girls who wrote poetry,

who write love letters,

Write Love Me down one arm and I Exist down the other.

For the girls who love sex and aren't afraid to share it with others.

For the girls who dress the best, and girls who flaunt their breast,

For the girls who love football, wrestling and pillow fights.

For the girls who like girls, for the girls who kiss girls,

And the girls who are for all the boys.

For saving face to save themselves gracefully,

falling apart behind closed doors.

This is for the heroines who like themselves,

who hate themselves, who hurt themselves,

but refuse to change themselves for someone else.

For the girls who will never get used to you calling them beautiful,

But will never allow anyone to call them chicks, dimes, honeys, sluts or Ho's.

This is for the high heels, taking dark- alley steps carefully,

listening because they have to.

This is for the girls who's monsters are still out there,

This is for the girls who made damn sure theirs aren't.

This is for the girls who are swallowing more than doubt for dinner,

For the shoulders carrying relentless weights,

for the home makers and home wreckers.

the the heart breakers and the breaking hearts.

This for for the girls who are working harder than their paychecks think.

This is for the man-eaters who refuse to believe, that the meaning of life,

is settling down, settling into, settling for some thing less than they want.

For the femme- fatales

for the fem- nazis,

For the women who are still surviving the holocaust of their domestic violence,

at the hands of their undomesticated ANIMALS.

For all the girls who understand love does not warrant punishment,

and hope for the girls that don't.

For the girls dancing with boys at parties,

for the girls dancing with girls at parties,

for the girls clutching their drinks at parties,

for the girls being raped at parties.

For the girls facing rapist on the witness stand,

For girls black eyed having their man arrested.

For the girls who get out their pens,

write I EXIST down this arm,

and LOVE ME up the other,

and in the middle scribble BEAUTIFUL

For all the girls.

Illusions

Silver, a beauty in nature.
Resides the hidden ambitions.
Darkness, shrouded in silk.
Beauty masking despair.

Though magnificent in your appearance.
Brilliant, and appeasing...
It masks the pain inside.
Enclosing that which lurks...

Upsetting to the modern beliefs.
Outcast thoughts and memories.
However, you can still find relations.

For, I can relate to your thoughts.
Your actions and contemplations.
An outcast in your presence.
Do I deserve to stand before you?

Are we in enough similarities?
To say that we can relate.
Are outcasts strange, even to each other?
Tossed aside, You and I...

Shall we reside in exile?
Together...

An illusion to the world.
But, can I see through your disguise?
Incognito to everyone.
But, am I the lone exception?

I wish you could remove your mask.
To me if no one else.
For, we are the same creatures.
Silver, beautiful, illusions...

Dreams

I met you in a dream once
We walked hand in hand
Along the gentle tide of the sea
As it caressed the soft warm sand

This was your dream
A place where you could be alone
But you welcomed me into your dream
As if it were my own

I heard you sing to me once
When my mind was in pain
Your voice soothed my aching muscles
And made me feel strong again

This was your song
One you could sing alone
But you shared with me the melody
As if it were my own

I saw your room once
Decorated in your own cute way
And showed me all the things you love

This was your home
Where you could be alone
But you welcomed me in
As if it were my own

And although it seems
That this is all a dream
I am glad for it
This joy I have is how a heart should feel

This is my life
For too long I have been alone
But I offer to share it all with you
As if it were your own

Some times I wonder.. what am I?

I look at the stars and feel very small,

just a tiny consciousness.

but if I were tall as a planet,

I would still be short in comparison to the universe.

I see a person twice my size,

and I feel weak and fragile.

but if I were strong and powerful,

I would still not be invincible.

I see a painting by the hand of a genius,

I feel inexperienced and ignorant.

but if I were the greatest artist alive,

it would not make me love what I do any more or less.

I see blood running from a wound of another,

and I feel a fearing chill deep within.

but if I walked this world with bravery,

it would not make things less dangerous.

I see a baby innocent and naive,

and I feel cynical and jaded.

but if I saw through untainted eyes all my life,

it would not make the world a better place.

I see a rain drop, tear of the sky.

and I feel ugly and unsightly.

but if I were as beautiful as rain,

it would not make me crystal clear inside.

There are children with tears.

mother's with bruises,

people worse off than dead.

I wonder if I am just lucky or if the world was cruel.

but even if the world was kind or if I were dying too.

there would still be suffering.

I weep all night, I live in nightmares,

I loose myself thinking of such things.

But even if I could right every wrong

if I could run faster,

or jump higher,

or be stronger,

it would not make me better or happier.

With what I have, I'll do what I can

and like what I do.

Two worlds

Midnight is my time to dance

When the breeze is cool

and the constellations chatter in the moonlight,

Slinking along underneath the blue shadows

veiled across the ground like watercolor ashes

In the dark I 'm feeling chocked up in my own skin

So i peel it away and it slides down to my heels

With a little nudge it drops off into the dew dropped grass

Free of restraints, no longer shackled to myself

I dance in to the blue

Singing with the stars and howling at the moon...

Prepare-- Shock Waves Possible!

My alter ego today is The Survivor.. my super power for revolution lies in my epiphany for change, brought on with the aid of a serious reality check. Today I have reached a turning point. It may all be over but the crying.. But I have the strength to move on a create a better situation for myself. You may say I never saw it coming or learn things the hard way, but with profound change comes a new opportunity, So I will tear down the walls and rebuild new.

She was standing on the edge when the tower fell.

When the last stitch came undone,

and the world fell into darkness.

The deck of cards in her hands,

fanned out into the air.

She closed her eyes against the storm

against the hearts and fell into the void.

She was Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole again.

And with a smile she fell past the screaming Queens and dueling lovers,

A crow cawed twice in vulgar recognition..

And all was calm...