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Poetry

code 4

 

 

 

 

Do you see the program

Its inside your mind

Keeping you captive to a game

you never wanted to play

how do you create

your own game

first find the program

second rewrite it

with your own code

create your own program

code your own game

rewire un- wire

they taught me I couldn’t dream awake

why  would they teach such a thing

they taught me love was but a comoddity

a way to buy eternity

who are they

was the program written by those

who are dead for I only see

whats living in front of me

strip down the code

restructure the program

start in the  mind

with each thought

which brings forth a reality

in order to take back your mind

you have to know it is you

so much is programs

we didn’t chose

we are not machines

we have the capacity

to re-write our own code

re structure our own dna

each thought alters

each cell which alters

our entire being

what is within

is without

so as above

is below

write your own code

 

 

Posted on: 11-8-2011
Posted in: Advocacy, Blog, Poetry

smallest amount 6

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

moments blend bleed and become part of me

I never can undo such things I embrace them all

they all mean something and sometimes

everything changes all around me and I question

what it all means and then the silence

cuts deep and opens the heart wide

love to love what is love

so lost in this culture sex money drugs

all can enhance all can be divine

but without love none of them mean anything

with love even the smallest amounts amplify

over the airwaves and connect me back to the divine

I never want to forget how this feels

I never want to stop falling so hard

I never want to lose my capacity to be in awe

I never want to become jaded

so I leave my heart open wide

I’ll take the dark and the light

the tears and the fear

I’ll take the hope and the dreams

I’ll take the bullets and the wounds

I never want to forget how to love or step away from that

for while in love with myself with the world

with everyone else

everything counts

even in the smallest amounts

 

 

Posted on: 11-6-2011
Posted in: Blog, Poetry

bury the shadow 1

such a word
a wonder
a question
a shadow
its always been there
some people take drugs
some people stay high
I can’t I know what happens
if I take too much
its too easy too take just a little
more just enough to silence the noise
I was there
I dug myself out of the ashes
I faced all the trauma
every fear
its always there
ten steps before the stage
laughing at me
the cold voice that used
to be echoed by those
who said they loved me
those words like dirt
under my nails
I try to keep them clean
I know i cant paint over it
I cant hide it
its hip to be addicted
its hip to take vicodin
its even hip to shoot heroin
but to admit that sometimes
I stare at the stage
and have to walk the ten hardest
steps to get there
each of which involves
killing a part of me
a program I didn’t chose
words I don’t want to believe
rules I refuse to follow
but sometimes they feel like
they could choke me
like my father did
till I can’t breathe
I’ll be free
I am free
and I am never going back again
some say I am dark
but I have spent a life time trying
to get away
to bring light to
all the things that
almost killed me
that caused some to rape me
caused others to kill each other
that caused some to kill themselves
and if I must be seen as dark then so be it
I don’t want to commit suicide
I don’t want to see my loved ones do it either
I don’t want to die a slow death to addiction
I don’t want to lose my friends to it either
the sleep walking silence
the fear of admitting
somedays we just want out
alive or not

I wrote a song
talking about
this I was told to re write it
no one wants to hear it

no the truth is too real
so we bury it
along with all those
who’s hearts
just wanted to be heard

ten steps back to the stage
ten steps to stay present
and if you think i am dark
then chances are
your just seeing yourself
all the parts you try to bury
don’t bury the shadow
don’t bury your heart alive
you’ll never make it to the other side

Posted on: 10-29-2011
Posted in: Poetry

spiral 1

 

 

 

 

Take it slow

I don’t understand english

I have my heart already out

Slow is not a word I understand

I take it spiral

Inside out

I feel what you feel

How can I feel less

I feel if you move away

I feel anger I feel distance I feel passion lust love desire fear

Like a animal I wonder if all humans are like me

maybe they just forgot

there heart in the wash

along with the string

tying them to everything

I feel everything

Animals move like me

they feel they move away

the feel they move close

like a animal

all i know is now

I am in love now

your gone now

I am in love with something

it has different names

faces its all the same

its part of me

its part of everything

I spiral down

I spiral in

I spiral out

its all the same

I do not understand english

nor things like

slow or control

I just feel

i feel you

i feel everything

there is no changing

what is

I move as I feel

closer or further away

with the speed of awareness

I have learned

not to ignore these things

animals

are far more intune

then most of us humans

 

 

Posted on: 10-27-2011
Posted in: Poetry

The Lost Kingdom 0

soundtrack to this =

Once upon a time there was a girl she lived in the kingdom where no music was allowed, she discovered the music inside and never wanted it to stop, she found a magic box once and hid it under her pillow listening to the music from other kingdoms. She would close her eyes and imagine living there where other people felt the same way she did. She became addicted to music she would find it and smuggle it back into her kingdom, she would sneak out when the guards were sleeping and go into the night and cross the boarders to find the music then bring it back while everyone slept.

Then the guards discovered her hidden music they were very angry and destroyed it all put chains around her horse and punished her. She learned how to vanish how to feel the guards from far away she learned how to move silently how to feel people from far away she learned many things in this kingdom, how to navigate in the darkness through the woods animals and nature always guided and protected her. She continued to sneak out into the dark and back to the other kingdoms which allowed music. Then one day she didn’t come home for days when she finally returned the guards were very angry and took her to the king. Who then in angry tried to kill her. Then they brought her a contract and told her if she didn’t sign it she would be banished from the kingdom into the woods and would have to take care of herself. She read the contract one full of rules against music and dancing loving and kissing against her love of women and the sound of beautiful music. She told the king she would rather be banished.

The king took all of her things her gold and her horse locked them away, fine you can leave but you can only take your clothing in a bag.  She was 17 then, then that is all I will take.

Then she was alone in nature she asked her mother the earth and her father the sky what to do and they said go to where the music is follow it and it will lead you where you need to be. You were given the gift of music and the gift of hearing it and feeling it now follow it. Go into the great kingdom of lights in the south . So she went alone into a great kingdom full of many people, and she searched for the music . She found the music but in this Kingdom you needed gold in order to live anywhere but the street. Dear Mother Earth and Father Sky how do i make money without being controlled , they said dance, sing, share yourself.  So she did, most people were kind to her and would feed her give her gold when she shared herself but then she encountered those who wanted more she didn’t understand this, she would share with so many she didn’t understand those who took through violence or force but encountered a few each time she would remember how they felt, what they felt like and then after a few painful wounds she would avoid them. For she didn’t mind sharing but it had to be out of love never force never violence. The more she felt the safer she was.

Then she followed the earth and sky to the great city of the north east there she made many beautiful things, and then took a giant bird to the great city of the west. Where she met a kind king, he took her in and made her the princess of his world. He taught her how to share the gifts she made with millions, he taught her many things then he taught her how many people were being ruled by the cruel kings who would use force and violence to conquer and how so many were under the rule of the fallen kings and queens. He taught her who they were and how to see them he taught her how they became kings and queens through deception and fear. He showed her how they created false prophets and used the machines to control peoples minds. He taught her how they used music and art to make people feel they were not good enough. She asked what she could do, use all your gifts to show them what I have shown you. Together they worked to show people things the other Kings and Queens had hidden from the people, he spent years writing a book which he would share with her everyday teaching her everything he was learning.

Then one day she was riding her horse through the valley and she felt something watching her, she couldn’t see it but she could feel it. Then it never went away, she asked the king, i feel something its dark and its near me always but I cannot see it. The King told her, it is them, my time will be soon you must not let them catch you must use everything you learned and know and move when it says move and hide when it says hide and do not let the darkness catch you. Hide in the shadows pretend you are part of the darkness but do not let it catch you. Carry everything I showed you everything I taught you in your heart and mind burn the papers destroy the writings but carry it all inside. Share it when you can in the darkness in the silence but do not be caught by the shadows.  One day her horse was killed another day someone tried to break into her home, she sent her horse back to her father in the sky and left her home to go back to mother earth for she knew nothing was worth holding onto but what she carried in her heart.  The Kind King took her aside one day in hiding , a flock of birds descended from the sky as he told her the time was very close, he told her many things , she cried she could feel something closing in. He took her hand and pointed to the sky, go now , far away, far from here as far as you can get and do not come back until you feel the shadows are gone. She didn’t want to leave but she knew if she didn’t she may never escape . She left and went as far away as she could run.

Back in the great City of the East she felt it, as if she was there , she saw it as if she was there alone hiding far from the shadows.  She closed her eyes she saw them come to his castle and take him, all of his work, all of his possessions. They came in black dressed in shadows they took him to a stone room and then she saw as they killed the kind king. She knew there was nothing she could do, nothing she could say, she felt it as if she was there. Then she turned to her father and mother where do I go that is safe, far away from this world, far away from wires from all that connected you. She took a giant bird to the otherside of the world , she used her ability to feel people and found a Kind Man who took her in, he made art all the time and they made many beautiful things. She cut all the wires and ties for a long time and she waited for the shadows to vanish, then it was quiet, then it was still. After many many moons she returned to the great Kingdom of the east.

She saw the people under the rule of the Kings and Queens who had forgotten that love was more important then Gold. She grew up and became beautiful like them, she learned how to look like them, how to walk like them, how to talk like them. She learned all about the kingdoms, she studied to find ways to keep the kings and the people happy and alive without the violence. She knew she would never win a battle through violence or force, so she studied art and beauty. Then she became a beautiful women …

Then those who Killed who had been her only true father invited her to play in the castle to attend the dinners and to sit with them.
She walked into the castle she sat beside the Kings and Queens and she saw their hearts and under all the fear they were just like her just like her Kind King.  Then she offered them everything she had, every idea, every gift, every song, every ounce of beauty and love every smile she could. For she knew she would never be able to fight with violence or force but if she could melt away the fear and share with them new paths, new ways, with love and compassion maybe she could get them to follow her….

Back to mother earth and father sky
Back to a realization that we have more then we need and there is nothing to kill or fight over
Back to a place of knowing death is but a dream and when you no longer fear it you can live in peace…..
If she could bring them back to this then no war to save the people would need to be fought

Late at night she rides her horse past where the Kingdom of the Kind King was
She always connects to him through the sky, and feels him by her side , for all the love he had for the people, all the love he had for her lives on, for even though they took his life they never took the spirit the energy and the love he gave away…

She carries it on and passes it forward to everyone and anyone who she can for in the end she knows it is the only way she can help restore what was lost .

As she share she places it in music, in art, in hearts, in eyes, in words in conversations, for fear creates kingdoms of suffering and love creates kingdoms of love and bliss

We all are part of this
We all create this
We all play a part in this

Posted on: 09-14-2011
Posted in: Poetry

shatter and split 0

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

5,000 things
sometimes I feel pulled apart
yet it is all so beautiful
I feel like I am shattering
yet as I shatter
I find pieces I never saw before
pieces of me in you
in the past in the future
in the visions ahead

sometimes I wonder
if anyone else can understand
this I can’t stop
I don’t want to rest
I don’t care about a vacation
I care about connecting
reaching inspiring
dreaming
I care about those kids
the ones in front of me
dancing

I care about those letters
from strangers
I care about those who
feel alone

I am far from perfect
I forget to do the dishes
I forget to make my bed

I’ve got a thousand songs
in my head and a thousand
dreams tied to my fingers

I wont make a very good house wife
I didn’t make a very well behaved child
I’m can be absent
I’m consumed with this

Because I see the world around me

I saw his eyes
they were empty
I tried to reach him
he couldn’t hear me
then he jumped
into the crowd

It was too late
when he was there
Nothing I could do
would reach him

must reach out faster

as they play
as they dance
as they sleep
I keep working on this
and it makes me
not a very good housewife
I forget to make my bed
or wash the dishes

I forget to say things
I want to say
tie up lose ends in the streets
i put my shirt on inside out
my heads in the clouds sometimes
with a thousand thoughts
but I just don’t want to see
another kid jumping
I just don’t want to have to bury
another friend
I just want this war to end

maybe if I work
everyday all day
for the rest of my life
I can alter
even a few choices
and thats more important
then making my bed
to me

some think its selfish
some think its wrong
some think i am all lost
some think i lost my mind
some  think many things
but in the end

its just me
and the sun
the stars and the moon
with a thousand songs in my head

in the end
none of it really matters
except the love we give

fuck the dishes
fuck the war
fuck the miscommunications
these things
tear us apart
tear us apart
shatter in pieces
all over again
shatter us apart
shatter our hearts
these things
we cant keep
we cant take
miscommunication
sensations
none of it means anything
not the dishes
not the bed
not the words we wish we never said
they burn
ashes and stones
weigh us down

I shatter
split
divide
heart spark pieces
into a thousand stars

where is the light
shatter split
where is the love
lets end the war
lets stop the fight
I promise I wont be a good housewife
but I’ll leave my heart behind

Posted on: 09-8-2011
Posted in: Poetry

Kill the Ideas 0

Kill the Ideas

we are told we aren’t beautiful
we aren’t worthy to be loved
we aren’t good enough
we need a title or a god
a religion or a lover
we need approval by a system
a teacher a preacher
many are told they are bad
or evil for something they
did or didn’t do

none of this true
none of it is real

we are perfect we are sovereign

and they can rape, steal, break, harm, lie,
kill us and they can’t touch us

and no matter what happened to you
what trauma or harm or abuse what injustice
or projection or rejection  your

still beautiful
still lovable
still perfect
still sovereign
still divine
still able to accomplish your dreams
be happy be loved and shine as bright as the sun

no one can take your light
no one can take your love
no one can take your spirit
no one can take your dreams
no one can take your life

reclaim it all, its yours, it always was
and anything else isn’t just a idea

delete the idea
destroy the idea

we are the hope
the brighter we shine
the more we love
the more we create
the more we forgive
the more we fight
with passion with fire
with courage
never giving up
on ourselves or each other

the more we can shift this world away from that idea
and restore balance inside out from our hearts
into this world

and no
its not always easy
not today
not yesterday
not tomorrow

but your either fighting for love
for truth for hope maybe your crying
through it maybe it hurts like hell
maybe you breakdown
maybe but never ever ever give up

cause then

your dying

Time to kill the ideas
the agreements
the things we didn’t’ chose
time to create out of love
out of hope
out of change a new world
that starts inside our hearts and minds

 

Posted on: 08-26-2011
Posted in: Blog, Journal, Poetry

<3 Like Air 0

one of the many poems inspired by a heart that never seems to be contained, I picked this song and picture to go with it

The way of heaven can be known and experienced through the heart.

Manly P. Hall

Shrine of Time (Archvillain remix) by Krister Linder


I lay awake
I can still taste skin and sweat
hands wrapped around my neck
silent moments lost in eyes
that came out of nowhere
raindrops cascading off a face
I tried to trace with my fingers
to hold it in my mind when I
was far away

each moment seemed to
rush past far to fast
I captured small pieces
stored them inside to carry
with me when I had to return
then came the sunrise
the one I didn’t want to see
and with each mile I crossed
I felt it in my heart
pushing against the skin
wanting to turn around

I returned to my home
created a magical space as
making room for another to visit oneday
when I awoke and rolled over
craving the warm breathe
and attempting to get out of bed
then my ritual i make my coffee
and think of the ones we’d
share taking turns under the
gray morning skys
as i make my dinner I remember
the ones we’d make each other
then share and all these small
things which normally are rituals
I share with myself and the spirits
in some divine awareness of how
even the smallest things
are part of the blissful path
that connects me back to the endless
flow of love which is always rushing
through me like a river
I cannot contain

I want to write a hundred love letters
Yet I understand that this world
has taught so many to be suspect of such things
I write them anyways fuck the world and its fear
I have always written them
I always will and those who can see them
Will see me and those who fear them
Will be afraid of me
I am dangerous in this
I refuse to lay down and die
To the fear of losing myself
Or of losing you
I  refuse to silence my heart
I refuse to pretend I don’t feel
I refuse to play games even though
I’ve been encouraged to
I refuse to fuck with someones heart
I will tell you the truth as I have told the others
I will be the first to say I will never be with you
and am usually the first to say I will
I do not wait for life to give me permission
This is dangerous for some see it
Feel it and don’t believe it
Those Who cannot see it
Will never really be here
Yet one who can be here
causes me to  want to strip away every wall
To risk every ounce of my heart
To put all my cards on the table
For it is all that is real in this life
Is being able to really be

I have a path I cannot leave it
I hope you have yours you cannot leave
I can bend mine I can expand it
I can visit yours I can make room in it
But I cannot abandon it nor should you
But my path is vast it is as wide as the skies
Very few things matter to me the desire
to create, transform, grow, learn, share
To  be able to look into the mirror and see
what is be it painful or blissful
To Work with what is and use it to create
As much beauty and to to give as much
as I can  To pour the love that comes through
Out in as many ways as I can before I go on

The body is a gateway to my soul
To allow the door to open is to connect
One divine spirit with another
To cross into a place where
Time fades into the blending of spirit and skin
To encounter one who is not afraid
To stay present through the beauty
As much as the disappointment
For courage is the rarest and most precious stone
Many have crowns filled with diamonds and gold
they sparkles and shine but when our eyes meet
I only feel all that glistens and shines on the outside
Inside there is someone hiding who won’t
come out to play

Once upon a time I believed
they would come out they just needed
time, or love or to see I wasn’t going to leave
I would give them everything I ever knew how to give
To make them feel safe to make them feel loved
But then I realized it was all inside of them
There was nothing I could do or say
Nothing I could prove
No vow I could take
No promise I could make
No amount of honesty or loyalty
Nothing I could share could take the fear away
I could feel the moment the spirit and body disconnect
I used to try to reach it through the skin
Through the eyes
Through words
Through silence
But then I realized there was no way to reach someone
Who didn’t want to be reached
Who didn’t want to cross over the threshold
I learned and thanked them for teaching me
Then set them free
Why Stay somewhere if no one is there
When I am in Love on my own

I don’t need you to feed me
I don’t need someone to make me come
I don’t néed you to take care of me
I don’t need you to help me see my dreams
I don’t need you
I want you
I do not need anything
for everything i need I already have
no one can take it from me
I have nothing to lose
Even by losing everything

There are those who hunt me
As if I was easily captured
like air I am here
but you cannot be contained
I am always there and yet
I often  roaming this earth
planting seeds to grow pretty things
in every corner
until there are millions of flowers

It takes courage to love
It takes courage to be present
It takes courage to be honest
It takes courage to know the truth
That you’re already there
That you already have everything
That no one can save us
That we are our own knights and kings
That there is no lover or other that can complete us
For we are already complete

Yet most do not think like this
They want to capture and contain
Lock away hide the light
So no one else can see it
So I will be all theirs

Just meet me there
In that moment and be there
Then I will never want to leave
For to share that moment
Of two souls overflowing already
In the divine never ceasing love
That never leaves us
That we are always wrapped within
Is a beautiful thing to share
It is the only thing that attracts me
Like a moth to a flame

I write this as I am about to go to my bed
I still feel like part of you is here
Yet you are free as the air
I will treasure every moment we have
and may share

I know its dangerous to live like this
Yet I am not afraid of danger
Fear is the only enemy I will fight
Within myself until my end
For it is the only thing that keeps us
from remembering all the love
all the beauty the divinity that is within

Posted on: 08-12-2011
Posted in: Poetry

sealed inside the glass 0

 

 

 

 

 

wake up
it lingers
i focus on my writing
singing recording
songwriting rehearsing
hours of pulling the inside out

 

 

 

 

 

 

i had a dream there was a house
then all of the sudden
water rushed in through the windows
breaking all the glass
cleaning the house
emptying everything out

 

 

 

 

 

 

in reflection i see now
thats what happened
is amazing how the universe
always sends me exactly what
is needed for the next step
sometimes i don’t get it
sometimes i don’t see it
sometimes i get confused

 

 

 

 

 

 

as if I could hold the ocean out
as if I could keep all those
things inside
I had buried them when I was
a little girl i buried them because
I didn’t know what to do with them
all these wounds emotions scars
memories i hide them in the glass
in the walls until I was stronger
until I knew how to deal with those
feelings

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I never wanted to be violent
so hide the feeling I never wanted
to abuse anyone so when i was
I would tie it to a rock and shove it
under the floorboard

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I filled the house with pretty things
I cleaned it out as much as I could
I learned many tools along the way
to deal with heartache to turn
trauma into beautiful creations

 

 

 

 

 

 

maybe i said I didn’t have time
maybe I was too scared to tear up the floor boards
maybe I buried myself in being busy to avoid
feeling things sometimes
maybe I was doing what i knew how to do in that moment

 

 

 

 

 

 

then in the middle of my plans
i was stopped turned left and sent
somewhere I would have never found
if i wasn’t listening and following
the little voice its become my best friend
it helps me navigate this world

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the little voice tells me many things
sometimes it tells me its time
to deal with things I don’t like to go
back to the past but to live in denial
to hide all the wounds tied under floorboards
only leads to repeats or nightmares
simply triggered by a single touch
there was only one way to really
be free from these things

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I stood there and watched
I saw everything I felt everything
but this time I was strong enough
to watch the floorboards get ripped up
to see the windows smashed into a thousands
pieces this time I wasn’t afraid of the feeling
of the ocean pushing against my skin
this time I wasn’t afraid of the things that
tear and break with fear violence and lies

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

as the water torn away the walls
and broke every last ounce of the glass
the house piece by piece was destroyed
with each demolishing strike
came a piece of my heart
set free from where it had been hidden
tied to rocks under the floorboards
sealed in the glass windows
then I took all the pieces
laid them on the barren sand

 

 

 

 

 

as the sunlight hit them
they cascaded into light
into my hands and then I placed
them all back into my body

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and then I felt things in my heart
music moving through it
I could feel it swell up
it responds now
with a thousand feelings I haven’t felt
since before the days I started to hide it
which seems like forever

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don’t know exactly what to do with these
feelings I have to figure out how to fuse them
into this world now that the are no longer
buried under the ground below the floor boards
part of me feels like I am three again wide eyed
feeling everything inside out

 

 

 

 

 

 

Its almost like being on some drug now
all the time one which causes me to feel
things i always wanted to feel but
needed every piece of my heart
torn out from all the places I had hidden it

 

 

 

 

 

 

and I thank the sky and the sun
the earth and the stones
the silence and the stars
for leading me
to a mirror i had to cross through

for  without I never would have
see the door I had to open
to let in the ocean..

Posted on: 08-10-2011
Posted in: Poetry

vow 2

The space in-between the words
Caught in the silence
A thousand desires a hearts fire
Burns somewhere below
Everything never said
Every fantasy yet to be expressed
The dream underneath the silence
The haunting capacity of the unknown
Lingers deep under the soul
In that space I try to listen
To hear the truth spoken
Between the hearts and spirits
Under the pretty faces and the
Dance of the kings and queens
Time is in my hands
Spin it around to spin the dream
Focus this energy
To give love to harm none
To make something beautiful out of
This life for in the end
i could consume everything
Yet it will only leave me empty
Think deep in this silence
Before I move before i taste
Skin only reaches so deep
How to operate with my heart out
How to shine when sometimes
I just want to hide under the earth
Her cocoon resting in the stillness
Where the worlds collide
Spirits meet
Here i rest and here i seek
Here I try to carry with me
As I navigate the city of angeles
the city of thousands of visions
A million dreams
To stay present
Always in this space
To follow the dreams
To follow the silence
To follow these things
Even through the noise

I made a vow
Between the heavens and earth
I made a pledge
To stay here

Awake….

Posted on: 04-20-2011
Posted in: Blog, Poetry
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