Trail of tears

 a hundred year road

was how it seemed to me

although half its course I'd lived

I'd accumulated a hefty fee

'Twas not the dark nites

nor the shattered expectations

'twas the pain that I felt

a legacy none to attractive

for my life's aspirations

a backwards walking balance

left me sensing loss

-Dream seeking fulfillment-

luster like

Souls 

lighting fires 

as the sun 

it falls

A call

a desire 

to come Full circle 

swaying to the rhythm

I carry on

 

 

Permiso

 El silencio encapsulado

no te permite a crecer

una tiene que bañarse...

a descender a las entrañas,

y la oscuridad te revelará

todo lo que tienes que saber.

still

Sadness moves through me 

like a snake that slithers across the desert floor.

Simplicity cradles me

into undiscovered depths.

Guzzling deep the silence, 

drenching my unadorned nakedness,

as authenticity weaves, 

I embrace a new beginning.

Often feeling left "out" yet with a fierce intention to rule the world.

There are those who stand beside me, 

their quiet presence, nurturing the emptiness held within.

Yet dominant minded hearts 

forbid me to break their rules,

--and with their feeble projections, 

they attempt to dictate a Universal truth. 

Here be it said, as aching bones reveal,

from the very depths of your Spirit,

my essence binds tight to your soul.

I feed you like none other. 

yet as the conquists begin 

I realize now

It's time to move away

-a safe domain-

onward now I move

--our dreams 

I cease to  chase. 

☪

Mis Maestros tienen Monstruos

 Way back when

when of circles and colors I learned,

of numbers and letters, and the essence of time

-they taught me well-

how to stay within the lines.

Way back then...

despite the complexity of it all

I was taught   to sit still, stand straight, hands by my side.

Never utter a word, out of context nor without rhyme. 

I grew, the routes  marked out for me.

In  the last few years, a succession of knowledgeable souls have crossed my path.

I learned of fear, temptation, and doubt.

I witnessed longing, anger, and  pride.

I also saw truth, sacrifice, devotion and triumph.

I received verbal direction spiced with lashings of the painfully obvious,

They challenged my very depths.

Super humans, capable of personal confrontation .

My gurus, my guides,  my friends and examples,

Allowing me to emerge from my own self doubt and inquiry.

privileged to dance 

and breathe

beneath the stars.

WORDS

WORDS can be powerful
    they can create or destroy
WORDS can be powerful
    they can build bridges or close doors
WORDS can be powerful
    they can nurture or cause fear
 WORDS  can be powerful
    be careful of the ones you choose
WORDS can be powerful
    they can cultivate or bury alive
 WORDS ARE POWERFUL
    they break the silence with thier noise.
 WORDS can be powerful
    like the sun or a storm off the shore.
 WORDS  can be powerful
    they can weave or unravel.
-Though often they must be spoken.
 WORDS can be powerful
    painting ever so carefully, the spaces in between.
 WORDS can be powerful
    thoughts proceeding, be aware of their potential.
 WORDS can be powerful,
    written, spoken, whispered, or screamed.
 WORDS can be powerful
    they compose our incredible world.
—Be careful of the ones you choose.


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LAS PALABRAS son poderosas
       pueden crear o destruir
LAS PALABRAS son poderosas
       pueden construir puentes o cerrar puertas
LAS PALABRAS son poderosas
       pueden nutrir o infundir temor
LAS PALABRAS son poderosas
       ten cuidado con los que elijas
LAS PALABRAS son poderosas
       pueden cultivar o enterrar vivos
LAS PALABRAS SON PODEROSAS
       rompen el silencio con su ruido.
LAS PALABRAS son poderosas
      como el sol o una tormenta en la orilla.
LAS PALABRAS son poderosas
      pueden tejer o desenredar.
-Aunque a menudo hay que hablarlos.
LAS PALABRAS son poderosas
       pintando con mucho cuidado los espacios intermedios.
LAS PALABRAS son poderosas
       pensamientos en curso, sea consciente de su potencial.
LAS PALABRAS son poderosas,
       escrito, hablado, susurrado o gritado.
LAS PALABRAS son poderosas
       componen nuestro increíble mundo.
—Ten cuidado con los que elijas.

I Spy

 little did she know,

he had a window to her realm

intimate space

-a peeping Tom of this new world

little did she know,

how carefully he inspected her territory

silently judging

every little move she made

but little did he know

her world mirrored his very own

fragile constant reminders

of  fragmented societal norms

that tore from the roots,  the uniqueness of us all

Preached conformity

molded perfectionism

it was everything,

that he tried to escape.

but there was something that he noted 

in her gaze

and it mattered not,

the perceived imperfections

something about her eyes

gave hope to his mundane life.

Wishing on Stars

sea of green

deep entranced 

sense of triumph

zero contemplation

against dire

-stagnation-

 -in light of all

benevolance found

light and love seeking... 

resistance Escaping

as I pursue

a quiet retreat

punto,

y final .

 

Resignation

Here...

you live,

you breathe,

you thrive.

I've tried every escape I know,

only to return to this realization.

For this I have resigned,

and now I am certain.

That here...

you live,

you breathe,

you thrive.

Your essence

has fused with mine.

Mío

 

The Divine Masculine

I've seen pain,

I've seen doubt

I've seen frustration, confusion and anger at it's very core.

I've seen nostalgia.

I've seen joy.

I've seen pride.

I've seen remorse.

I've heard peticions for forgiveness,

as I seek forgiveness myself.

I've felt your pain

and my sympathy runs deep my friend.

May it all flow,

--this and so much more.

I embrace you my beloved brother.

Allow it all to pass.

Fear not my ally,

for the rain cleanses us all,

and the sun brings forth new growth.

I love and admire your strength.

You are multifaceted and extremely talented.

May your heart,

prove to be 

your most exonerated guide.

50 Shades of Me

I can be hard,

hard on myself,

hard on others.

I can be unapproachable,

damn right unnegotiable,

resisting all urge to communicate.

I can be savage,

my roots firmly pulling me towards the ground.

I am often kind, and understanding

always willing to lend a helping hand. 

I practice patience on a daily basis

and continually sing from the top of my lungs.

The dancer inside me is my most powerful voice,

for it's a vocabulary I've had,

since the beginning of time.

I can be a frightened little girl,

and often pull away to escape.

A playful companion,

that loves the sun as much as the moon.

I can be judgemental,

choosing to play some holy self righteous queen.

I can show  my fangs,

when my anger rages from the deep. 

I often hide, 

when the truth is,

I'm always hoping to be found.

I can be artsy, sometimes fartsy.

I'm a lover of animals and those long nights when the family sings together.

I am often cautious,

sometimes reckless.

I've been called undisciplined, immature and I'm sure a hundred things more.

I like to be creative, with letters being the weapon that I weild. 

I can be a worrywort plagued with indecision and doubt.

I continually try to fill the shoes of my ancestors,

paths which the Universe so graciously provides.

I hate to admit it but my jealousy can sometimes get the best of me.

I am reactive, often jumping to conclusions and responding like a child.

Coiling ever so gracefully, this multifaceted,  tumultuous, extraordinaire

are the hues of light, embedded in this vessel  

it's all that I truly am.

Ridiculous Me

It never ceases to surprise me 

My ability to attract the shallow, monotonous 

Humans, that thrive upon this earth.

A self professed seeker of non conformity

how do I find my self in this calamity?

Once upon a time, 

I a met a man who stated he looked for a lover, a friend and a "woman".

'Twas a spectacular dream, though not long after,

he wanted to dress me as his doll.

*Sigh*

and once I saw a meme that read,

"Alexa, awaken the Divine Masculine."

THERE! I said! That would TRULY be appealing.

This whole shitstorm that we're in has really taken a crazy turn,

where men will send you a virtual coffee and then proceed to stick it to you good

--all the while, portraying themselves as "hard" working boys. 

(Though we all know, all they're looking for is a quick lay.)

Had it not been for friends of a different mind set, I'd have said that the DM ship had already sailed:

Truth be known, the brave ones seems too few and far between.

-but damn if I'm not tired of the  superficial male 

willing to suck the life blood of the opposite sex..

I'll keep dancing and singing my song,

my true soul mate, is not far off now.

and....

No longer exists the slogan of "man up now",

more appropriately speaking it's changed to

"every man for HIMSELF".

 and on that ideology, I deviate it's false pretense

and beg that someone please, grow some....

Big E

the desire to provoke

--the continual need

to hear a singular voice

What's behind that shocking message

that's so important to be said?

Sex sells, an obvious ploy to make oneself  heard,

and the profane undoubtedly will arouse 

but what lies beneath all the rubbish

-a lackluster insolent way of communication-

paste that sign, it'll get more recognition

or is it that society has become too easily offended

and like an over protective parent

begs to make our choices

I prefer the sound of the rain,

the voice of the wind,

the roar of the hearth embracing fire

simple little me

it's not as if I never choose to shout

and yes, my vocabulary often lacks gentile finesse.

I'd rather build bridges,

mend fences

than obliterate the peace that costs so much

to cultivate within

 

Cuando me desperté

   

 luscious slumber

        intense breaking,

the potent elixir of a name

    sentí la llegada de la tormenta

        el viento me acunaba con su fuerte aullido

             una fiera que me dejó helada

                                solita

                            Bien solita

       Un remolino zumbando

            sincronízada con mi destrucción

No dejas de aparecer, mi vida

    Este mundo no está hecho para nosotros

        mejor que dejemos de soñar

Ni tu ni yo,

    somos suficientes valientes 

        para bailar a este banda sonora tan original

la baraja, el tiempo, los versos,

van en nuestra contra

y cuando me despierto

descubro

todo este tiempo,

has estado aquí

y se, que este sueño, aunque despiertes,

jamás dejarás de sentir.

Fresh Air

As the Godess as my witness

↝three times now↜

I've wrung my hands of thee

Three x's  a charm

Hell, if that's not what I believe

I spring back and I dive into the pool

I engulf my spirit in this familiar beloved domain

where all song cradles me

my voice devoid of your name

I gyrate with the  rhythm of my own accord

and I feel absolute gratitude

for everything that I have learned.

I move on

to my own groove,

to my own song.

and  

I proceed to live life as my own.

 

Lone Wolf

 

SHE

in the pitch dark

learned to dream

of a life beyond rules

Evolving far from the pack

She relinquished any Alpha role

and any semblance of a twisted reality 

as others portrayed an infallible specimen

 SHE 

the one that departed,

free of roaming with the pack

 SHE

abhorred ludicrous established codes

unrealistic expectations and other societal "NORMS"

which conjured a most lackluster world

 SHE

embraced the pull of the unknown

lay quietly

'neath the sky

by the trees

in the open

-she wailed-

a kindred flame 

-she called out

-a signal-

that the beloved 

had finally arrived home

 

Enchantment

 Qué facíl creías

conocer alguien con quien podías conectar.

-hablar de cualquier cosa,

-mira el cielo en silencio

-cantar con confianza a su lado

-hacer pequeñas adventuras

-o gozar uno del otro en un espacio abierto

-bailar con una canción que te dedica

...no, estimado, no...

la magia del sencillo

es lo más apreciado de todo

porque la encantada

volverá

a Encantar.

New Day

Planting seeds, forward on I go

Uncertain incubation

troubled spirits

a soul that's lost it's way

no need for approval

as you jump far from the wolves that kept you at bay

Nourish it forth, as you gently dance upon their "graves" 

Waste not, want not

Strong euphonic you,

with a voice that beckons the Spring

no more tears 

the rain has passed

the public's domain shall have it's say

With the arrival of the Sun

tiny seedlings search for life

and from the darkness once embraced

the warmth calls all onward

for it's a brand new day.

 You are worth your weight in gold. 

Chrysalis

They say I'm changing

Man, I don't know if  it's true

same scenario

Repeated behavior

It's like a scratched record

Stuck in the same groove

they say I'm aware

that the sword I wield

is made of a powerful earthly substance

That it's sharper than ever

and that knowing it's worth 

makes me that much stronger

though I still feel

how the river, which once raged

seeps ever so deep within my veins

I've this eerie sensation

it will continue for the rest of my days

Though I break free

and learn how to fly

it's that which nourished me

that taught me to love with absolute devotion

the wings that set me free

No time to cry

Take a slice of drama

let it bleed until it dries

Circumstance leads to frivolous chance

seams busted by unacknowledged excess 

dresses being soiled, with little importance to the how or the why

five days a week

Nine to five

I ain't got no time, I ain`t got no time... 

Push it back, way back

better yet, slip it under the rug

no one will ask and I will never tell

keeps those secrets buried well

Now, now, those scars don't lie

Rude excuse to cover the truth

I ain't got not time to cry

Gods & Goddesses

Once upon a time

long before there were Kings and Queens

inmense beings dwelled the earth

neither holy nor infernal

they were powerful magnifications of human beings

Over time they appeared obsolete, yet, 

every so often they manifested among the mundane

and so it happened that two of these beings crossed paths

No longer dictated by ancient norms, they revealed a nobility long lost on mortals.

Difficult to describe but an underlying mutual respect 

transformed these feeble creatures into superlative entities

But the great RESET came into play 

and since that time their souls have drifted apart

These encounters no longer take place, 

for they have all ascended, leaving nothing but despair in their grasp.

Deep Dive

Straying far from shore

has never been my style,

I crave the stability of my feet touching the ground.

Although I often choose to float gracefully as the clouds pass by.

Then came the instant when I pondered going deeper

although I resisted,

all urge to go from a depth that required assistance.

I plunged, from that very depth which I had long been accostumed to.

No tanks, nor appendage that were not my own,

except for the googles which revealed my course.

One deep breath, I slowly descended.

Water subtly pushing on my lungs as I continued to submerge.

I closed my eyes, counted to ten and let myself wade gently down.

In the distance I saw a small glimmer and followed the unknown course.

Beneath the surface, a tunnel  that I carefully allowed myself to follow along.

My body gently slid through, to the right, a bit to the left, further down I went.

Into the light an immense opening emerged

and I found myself again, amongst the earth

lush, unencumbered, free of its own.

I'd believed that  I'd found paradise

lest I forget that one island from my past

Damp cold cavernous, shivered me to the bone

as I longed to be, once more in the sun's warm embrace

Again,  shutting out life and love, my eyes I close again

deep breaths, 1, 2, 3...  4, 5, 6, 7...I shall return to me.

And from the depths I ascend

farther off shore than I'd ever been 

in the distance, the island I now see

and I gently glide back to the bank, gracious beloved sand

Earth that cradles me so, and faithfully carries me on.

Intermedius

Allí estaba, 10 pies de altura

pies enraizados a la tierra, 

rodeada de flores, zumbidos y olores

Un inmenso espacio arriba

reconocida y apreciada  

simplemente por ser lo que era

Ni diamantes,

ni anillos de oro

Ninguna promesa para cumplir

Su poder fue un amistad verdadero.

Poseía un magnetismo 

entre la tierra i el cielo

su sostén

un gran amor

así bailaba,

al compás 

los pasos de sus pies

pulsaciones 

y un nave espacial 

prendió fuego a la casa

Así construía 

lo que más deseaba

Un barco llena de amor, comprensión y un mundo de otros valores

Un trato sensato, 

la sinceridad y nada más

Así logró

sembrar mil y una semillas

y todos podían

Vivir sin juicío ni falsas pretensiones

simplemente seguir, al son de sus corazones

 

Dead Pan Ally

 

I should have known it would be trouble

hanging out on that One Way street,

'Twas boredom that led me to stay 

But...

the dumpsters full of lies

the puddles of half told truths

and the falsely painted skies

All left a rather pungent stench in my heart

I was thankful to discover an escape through a broken chain link fence

Undoubtedly crafted by previous victims of this trance

shoulda known

empty promises and self infused tales

Wouldn't you know

it all led me back to a time and space

that taught me great worth, 

What an intelligent inversion it was.

Next stop,

a train to my desire

Steam slowly building

Sounding on the wind

riccochet, back to me

My life has just begun

Blocked

 

Time

Worm Moon

 

Vamos a perseguir la luna, 

hasta el 22 d'Octubre

las flores y sus vecinos, 

se unen a nuestro celebración

un baile de cuerpos, 

al ritmo de la Primavera

por fin, el hielo se derrita, 

los fuegos encienden ...y se apagan

Dando rienda suelta, a nuevas historias

emborrachandonos con los rayos del sol, 

bañandonos en el resplandor de la luna

vamos a correr hasta la madrugada

reindonos a la fortuna de la vida 

y nuestro impotencia ante el destino

Sastre de Colores

Navegar por aquel mundo, exigía un ser singular.

Rodeado por las x y los "y's" requería un savoir-faire.

Ella poseaba su encanto...

con sus hilos bonitos y resistentes... 

y sus brillantes tijeras afiladas.

 -oh, cómo se deslizó por debajo de las fachadas-

Tenía un don de adivinar, las necesidades de cada alma

y confecionar algo único para cada individuo y su vida.

Los tonos es de lo que más lograba acertar.

Hacer un salto desde el negro hacía un granate opulento,

o un mar de indigo a un verde muy oscuro,

Rojo cereza a una turquesa cobriza... 

trazaba cada estrella, meteorita, y materia oscura

caminos escondidos

lugares desconocidos. 

Coronas por las animas y trajes de mil colores,

transformaban la luz del Sol i la brilla de la luna 

Revelando cada persona

y todos sus posibilidades

 -triunfos y errores-

lo feo y el bello

el barro i el agua

fluyendo,

Una capa de flores, 

petardos y amanaceres.

Una liberación absoluta, abrazando sus verdades.