Now I see it crystal clear, I’ve dissipated the fear, closing the gap, from being a sap to knowing my power, like an iron tower I walk with God, no need for a prod the heart want’s me dead, I walk to my execution gladly, I’m on mission, for attrition, from my self and… Read More Teach me to play the heart the way you do, I’ve never felt it opened that way before (poem)
I want to hear the things that make your eyes sparkle and give you that flutter in the deepest part of your heart. I want to cry with you, hold you while you cry out the pain like the heart opened warrior you are. I want to feel that warrior heart, I see your… Read More I WANT THE REAL YOU. Not winner you, not tough you, not cool you. I want to feel the beautiful pain inside you.
MANY Many man people wear a mask of some sort. I believe that society has taught that one needs to don a mask in order to be accepted and amass the material treasures that this culture requires in order to recognize a person’s worth. I believe a human soul deserves love, deserves to have their… Read More Being your truest self will trigger those who wear masks. Live your truth anyway. We need your note in the orchestra.
Hi, Mrs. Daniels. I called you in today, because Timmy has been causing alot of commotion, on the playground, in class, and during the after-school activities. Usually we are able to spot these “incessant verbal diarheaa” ones in the admissions process and try to alert parents to the inner turmoil that it may be revealing… Read More Productive Extrovert Syndrome
To be born again In another world In another world In another time Got a home on high Ain’t nothing but a stranger in this world I’m nothing but a stranger in this world I got a home on high In another land So far away So far away Way up in the heaven Way… Read More Divine Feminine Rising
And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I cry the tears of a million starving orphans, the tears of the sunken slave ship, and the the burned, the tortured, the murdered, the unloved, the cast off, the executed, the outcasts and the lepers whose souls’ wither away in isolation, as the crashing waves of… Read More I was born with a broken heart
Does it taste like a cheeseburger? Meat, cheese, bun and grease, a milkshake, fries at a truck stop in Kansas en route across the heartland? Is it crunchy like a handful of nuts? Is it light and graceful like a ballerina dancer, swift yet impactless? Or like cold, carbonated liquid? Is it the sensory shock… Read More What does freedom taste like?