Allows my soul to breathe — The Ocean, she allows my soul to breathe. The sand under the woven blanket molds to the dips and curves of my body, warming me from the bottom. I feel the earth’s energy thrum against my palms, feeling like the resistance a magnet gives, vibrating like an invisible motor. She…

A Tale of Two Fractured Souls — You fed my insecure, damaged soul with the dysfunction of your love. Craving turned into addiction, for that twisted validation of my tattered self-worth. Two magnets, pushing, pulling, pushing, pulling, each time more explosive than the last. Reveling in my feminine power, I took your weakness as my gratification, pulling it in…

Oh, Little Girl — Oh, little girl, crystal tears on her cheeks, his face, almost a memory in the rearview mirror. Not once does he look back, spelling a bitter goodbye, as he drives away. Bright taillights flashing in broken finality, hopeless, red and white, blinking away rain. Like her tears. Like she meant nothing. Was…

save me there’s stormy skies brewing in my eyes the darkest of clouds screaming out loud save me save me falling on deaf ears losing all my years existing in the shade while illusions fade hear me hear me the truth becomes the lies and there’s nowhere to hide embracing the darkness even…

a poem — a place from where I exist in these maze of walls and rooms separated by purpose purposeless, watching the tube hypnotized by endless pharmaceutical commercials tell me what is wrong with me what ailments can I manifest to feed your greed the buzz of little black boxes spreading EMF frequencies eating up all…

is a woman — She is a woman with all her flaws and all her beauty She walks the earth with demons behind her and angels ahead She’s resilient because it’s in her DNA because she’s had no other choice She is a woman creator of lives with a warrior’s heart She is a…

Activate — Welcome to the Priestess-hood sister mine we’re understood. Shining bright. Where wisdom abounds with sacred sounds activate healing Her She Us All Initiated into her divine light, accepting the mantle bright. Divine sovereignty. Stars for eyes seeing through the lies activate clearing Her She Us All Connecting to the paradigm shifting into this new timeline…

a dark poem She wants to unearth her secrets like rotting little coffins in the cemetery of truths where traumas stay hidden in the crevices of her mental maze. Wrong turns and dead ends shield the path to center where nightmares and healing can be found. She sees the shifting…

Here we go — Here I go disappearing again into the riptide of anonymity. I vacillate between here and there, never really anywhere but inside my head. I pull the covers over my head feel the dread seeping in like spectral fingers, where darkness is my solace comforted by the numbness invading my soul. …

why should I I repent, not for my sins, but the sins of others who thought they could oppress the divinity of humanity. I repent, unto myself of the thoughtless deeds, and words, infectious and invasive like a virus, that I beheld upon others. I repent, for the damage I’ve inflicted upon…

On repeat — Yesterday spun like tiny baby spiders, wrapped in the web of robocalls and redlining. Of thank you for callings, and seconds ticking by like keys bleeding, -clacking- machine gun fast. The day ends in a blur, unraveling conversations from my head, thread by clingy thread only to repeat tomorrow’s Yesterday. …

is My religion is the embodiment of love, the elusive divinity that hides with in our sentient hearts, like a starving flame begging to burn bright. My religion is the smile in my baby’s eyes, windows of innocence and the unfettered soul, pure, before the infection of humanity can take hold…

Upon the hill — She stands upon the hill, under the great and revered oak, ancient growth in its wisdom. Leaves falling like pearls unto her braided hair, she weeps tears of sorrow, a thousand stories in one salty drop. They nurture the Earth’s song in an ever-revolving cycle in the hallowed branches. Strong…

But is it — Am I sleepwalking through this dream we call life? What is real or imagined? I imagine most of what we experience is the dream, the mass hypnosis of viral programming. What if clocks were designed to keep us ticking and tocking along, never to question those twinges we feel? When the world shifts…

A poem —

illuminating the path — Particles of light, breathe life into being. Spinning through time, forever, now, the eternal spirals of creation. You are Divine. Make no mistake, though we’ve forgotten our inheritance. Now is the time to activate your DNA into a new world. Power breathes through you as you are made of the same substance of all…

The ramblings from a sleep-deprived poet — My favorite place to write, is amongst the trees, great lumbering giants whispering their secrets in the language of absorbed silence. I hear them, not in words and language, but in the peace of their magical presence, lending to the cocreation of words.

Sweet Child Down the rabbit hole I go, a spiral staircase, broken and solitary. Forced to confront the hidden truths in the depths of my soul. Unworthy. Unloved. Undesired. Believing the lies that I tell myself, that others tell me. Not in their words but in their actions. Undeniable. Light…

A dark poem — I feel nothing, flat, like a plateau, barren, cracked earth, parched, all color leaking out, rivulets of blood like passion falling through the cracks. Inundated with chaos all around me, pressure squeezing like a vice, pushing me towards complacency. …

a poem — Crossing the line into the sublime, into nowhere and everywhere without a care. The trees, they spoke to me, in soft whispers carried on the breeze. Sacred promises, timeworn truths, stored in the roots, buried through time, in the fertile ground. Waiting, waiting. The ancient giants sing through their leaves. Swaying, unfurling…