Muse

I wish to attract a muse aside myself..I feel like I’ve mastered capturing myself in many mediums. I know how to transmute my experiences into art. Showing my insides, being in admiration of my story and path creating personal masterpieces and whatnot .. Still I have always been captivated with the idea of being so inspired by another being as I am by myself. The passionate flow of needing another to express such a need, or being in love with a beings being so much that my creative waters just overflow in imagination. Hmm in due time perhaps

A prayer

To make love
to yourself
in everything you do
liberating!
my sovereign child
joy is everywhere
passion.
at the tips of your fingers
like water to wine
my natural born alchemist
on our mothers land manifested
explore
dive in!
~A Prayer~

Hands and head

Expansion
risings and honeysuckle
on my breast
with an open throat chakra
and all toes to tip with
we sang aloud
under the same sky
just a different cloud
sailing, speaking, demonstrating
what it looks like to ride new ways
and step into your power
with your own head and your own hands

The devils playground

TV was not created for entertainment. It is strictly used for programming and to instill the capitalist mindset.. Programming our emotional reactions and our wants and needs. Polluting our minds with unrealistic content so that we may surely be discontent within ourselves. Just another form of escapism for us to remain complacent yet spiritually unsettled. Observe someone as they watch tv…Looks like brainwashing doesn’t it? Do you think the elite watch TV?

Self-Awareness

Self aware since birth, didnt need a birth chart to tap in and see my fate. Just needed spirit, ganja, and good ole isolation (at one point isolated in a van for most of 2 years.) And about three or four lovers here and there that would make my heart bleed all kinds of lovely hopeless romantic emotions ; emotions that were transmuted into expression and the rebuilding of what I was then. Though now years later to have healed enough to love myself and be full on that. Ive always had my ancestors in my ear reminding me that all would pass. As it has. As they still do.
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I go by many names, though my soul is nameless. Non-conforming, not tied to these labels or fights for acceptance and an apology from people who clearly hate themselves and know nothing but flesh while valuing currency over themselves and their loved ones karmic legacy …
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To know there is no final form. I am not married to the idea of myself. I am not a believer of the round world, and refuse to let people with thousands of name tags and a selective pride to force such an incompatible reality on me for the sake of modernism
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We are infinite & This reality is easily malleable. As I am. As you are. As you can always be. – March 20’

I made God

I made God
Carried him up hills
Made food for him
Hid my cries from him
Prayed to live for him
I gave God a name
And carved it onto everything that was him, that was touched
I danced with God seeing life, feeling lighter, he carried me then
I pranced through the ethers searching for God
Holding his hand tighter
I brought him home
Portaling him across the skies
Holding onto the universe
Blessed is the world now
We nurture, we watch God now
Nose to nose
Tear and smile
Sweat and milk
Birthed into my arms
He birthed me
Sacred as the sun and moon
I shower his feet with kisses
God gives me praises
He is infinite
God is

Perspective

Its been a while since I stared at myself in the mirror. Looking at my reflection until I was indescribable. Until I realized I am nothing yet, or ever. And the forces of the love are behind me. Quantum leaps I declare. I toke photos of myself my face, my eyes; my goodness how deep, how pained and tire. I felt it all, and then nothing, with the words I can let go of it all. Im not even that. Humans are googly looking creatures. Like what is this flesh, im kinda getting turned off by the human anatomy, not because it not beautiful, but like what is a vessel, what’s sexy about it, whats right and wrong, whats not, its weird, beautifully weird.

10.24.19

Sanity ‘19

I be tearing up recently. Wanting to cry but I don’t know why, stacking up, to fall over. Being mad at being sober. Just calling bitter my new best friend. No actually we broke up. Settling with sadness. Undressing every part of me until im red and ugly. Does anyone truly love me? X doesn’t count in this game. Hes an angel, his love aint sane.

Growth

Growth is in everything

It is everything

Every motion

The moon the stars

Growth in the ocean tides and the sunset

My palms, your heart
Letting go

Growing

Star-crossed

You prayed and delivered a universe in hand

Where you once walked worried and wounded.

And we swore no one would ever love us together

Our differences and skin

And we’d burned throughout the winter.

So tell me we are deserving

Portal me through

I know I’d walk with you

I knew Id swim for you all without knowing

Our home is of us, though no belonging

Part of the pieces

Are all within us now