Slow connections make me uneasy, but perhaps they are the healthiest. Perhaps these passionate beginnings are tactics used for benefit by leeches and vampires. They tend to like my blood the most. Perhaps slow connections should be preferred. To see, trust and remind myself of who I am. Like one step at a time. An unknown. I’m not so sure what I’m supposed to be learning or doing.
September 24, 2022
I get hate for being an alchemist.
I’m surrounded by hurt people. Confused people. Boundaries. Know my limits. Become a recluse.
My abundance is my backbone. It’s what real love tastes like. Unconditional love. Chamomile and honey.
Calm waters. Strength. I know how it looks getting there and what it feels like. I taste it often. It surrounds me. I’ve felt the touch.
Seeking similarities. Taking risks but not to strike blood, not blind and never fooled.
Tap in or keep your distance, cause once ancestors makes moves we burn bridges with haste to protect ours.
Listen
Angels speak
I’ve warned you
Warning. Red. Alarmed. Gut.
Warning
Have a problem?
Confront yourself
Don’t pretend to forget
Don’t rely on other to remember
You are the pilot
Spirit knows what you know
And you know what you know
So hold oneself accordingly
Bear the flame you’ve created
Dance in it
Feed the seeds you sow with the ashes
Ain’t no one to blame but yourself; if one must
Catch a mirror, catch a blade
Capture the power of choice as you catch the sunrise
Our choices; we choose
What future are you voting for
With every breathe, each rising, every move
Every seed
As you’ve placed your opinions and judgements through the paths created
Everyday of the the rest of your life
You have placed your bets
You have created the paths
And ultimately
Believe it or not
You are in charge
Embrace it or fall in line
Lead or be lead
El sol
The sun kisses my body and tells me he’s my new lover
be with me tenderly
leaving elegantly then
coming back home
always
to warm breath and my brown skin
Self-sooth
There isn’t a wrong moment to caress yourself
undress yourself
explode into the ether
once more
become it all
made of pleasure and senses
sensations craving seasons
birthed in rainwater
rose water streaming down my face
between my breast
my own universe
and every piece of me floats off wandering
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
Sweaty palms
me nurtured
i nurture
i pray i find you to nourish me
i do in the meantime
around the sublimes and the life’s lemons
oh its not a sin if you don’t touch me
and holy dances aroused my palms to tell me it’s alright
i can fight and fly, and be chosen
at the darkest parts of the night
shadows, purities and a black head
black & white
all the same in nature
its inevitable to be natural
Sunsets and backwoods
you were sunsets and backwoods
brought me under, drowned me baby
then coming back through frosted windows
my ever after
my everlasting
sip
dripped in painted rays
in another way, on another day you’ll find me
until then
chocolate hues of bellies and life’s sweets
expired love
savoring you
Oh the opaqueness of a stale smoke
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