Sunday, December 9th, 2018
Hearts Exposed
Hearts exposed
They bled a glaring luminous light
A purging of all things sullied from the inky night
Initiated forth, from dormant they grew
Exposing a single seed of a far brilliant few
Sand paper thin
Did the trimming of the rose
Diffusing a blessed fragrance into the higher nose
Fluorescing beyond into a seeing song
On the silvery shores of their mountainous dawn
Wrapped in the winds of feathered flight
An openness poured forth of radiant might
It spied beyond their trepidatious bliss
They wore themselves
A thin, skilled, sky, of rainbow kiss
A symphony of Aeire
Many soft high pitch
Moving, flowing, through exosphere and exodus
It blew and blew
A single song,
of hearts exposed to the bleeding calm
The bleeding calm
The bleeding calm
Light
Sunday January 27, 2019
A Trillion Shuttering Stars
It was a four finger countThree too lateThe irony of the hesitationThe weight in your faceYouthfulnessOnly took us so farThe truthA trillion shuttering starsLike spray mace to faceA cosmic collisionOf hyperbole incisionThey kept us aliveAs if each time, a new way to thriveA new beginningUntil you weptThe finally stagesThe giftFrom me to youSoul Swan kissingThe keys to my heartUnlocked youAs you feel a part.
February 9th, 2019
April 3rd, 2019
Wait for it.
It’s coming.
The rEVOLution you been dreaming for.
The truth of it buried in your bones.
Your heart stretch out across the globe.
On a tiny tight rope, it walked across the world for you.
The myth of it. It was alive.
You’re dead inside because your Love burns too bright outside of you.
Handed over to them, a generational death.
Searching souls.
Lamenting, seeking, not treading so lightly anymore.
Waiting.
For more Love, wrapped in fancy words, that steep into their minds.
That give new ways, and hope.
Ideas to build tomorrow.
Saturday April 27th, 2019
Another Me
One day you will lay down your armour
You will chose to surrender
Not to another
As you so deeply fear
You will surrender to yourself
You will voluntarily release control
You will not lose power
You will forget your desire to over-power
In that divine moment;
Now
You are beginning to taste true power for the first time
You are beginning to taste true love
The same love
I tasted
Before you knew how
to love yourself
The Corwin House
I tasted your Love
Saturday May 18th, 2019 – Blue Moon
When you were on Fire
It was tainted with your pain
Your losses, your mourning
I took you home
Into my Corwin House
Into my arms
A battlefield tamed
I nurtured you
Fed you
Gave you a place to call home
Asking for nothing in return
I played a mean game
Pushing you day in and day out
I knew you
The one you were underneath all those bruises
I knew you from the moment I guessed
Your birthday
Your Mom’s play
Your favourite moon
I let you tear me apart
Because that’s what people do
When they’re in so much pain
But I had faith and still do
It’s a faith that transcends faces
And they always come back
To bring me flowers
To wipe my tears
They come back because they know I never left
Always there
A mother, a daughter
A lover, a sister
The comfort
A friend
That slips in and out of lives
But never goes completely
Just waiting, in the between spaces
For the next sign
Waiting for the stars to ring
To see another me on Fire
Passion, a never ending source
A healing power
A map
A place to call home
(Sunday August 18th, 2019)
Thank you to the New Emerging Masculine
Thank you for allowing me to nourish you.
Thank you for nourishing me in return.
You show me sanity.
I’m grateful for your letting me go when needed
and for your presence when I need you the most.
You teach me wisdom.
Thank you for being genuine.
I feel you.
Deep in my Heart and Soul.
You allow me to feel safe in my body.
You allow me to heal.
You allow me to grow.
You teach me what healthy relationship is.
Thank you for your vulnerability.
You show me strength.
You teach me the stability within myself.
Thank you for allowing me to witness your transformation.
I’m grateful to watch you be reborn each time,
each time closer to the earth.
Thank you to the masculine that have always been consistent with Love.
Over the years you have turned me into a woman.
Thank you to the masculine that don’t play small.
I see and hear you in my visions.
Thank you to the new emerging masculine that offer trust in their eyes
as an offering to the pain we both share.
You allow me to breath fully.
Thank you to the masculine that have relinquished control.
You have taught me to control myself.
Thank you for gracing me with your honesty and life-long commitment.
You resonate through my being loud and clear.
Thank you for letting love be.
Wednesday April 1st, 2020
Jun
Are you happy now,
Jun?
A world of people,
exhibiting their hopes and fears, their work and studies,
their art, their family affairs
–
This is what you wanted right?
What you envisioned?
A place where everyone can connect,
through their avatars, at the speed of light?
–
Now forced into play
Did you foresee it this way?
Jun, I want to know what Bill was thinking
Did we do it for the Mole people?
Or the prostitutes in the Ukraine?
–
In pods
The matrix came to life
Virtual flowers to smell
Hopped up on adrenaline
They showed up in droves
–
Do you remember?
When you introduced yourself to me?
Next to the subway cars,
vacant
Silver crocodile in right hand
–
Your father spoke to me that day
Just after the floods
Do you remember what he said?
Jun, it’s time to remember