The songs of a former sleepwalker, chained,
released from material gains, free,
a rainbow body bestowed upon thee
gained only through chrysalis, pained.
Available to all,
if only you heed the call.
Now see yourself in the great and small.
When I was 'God' (SS #1)
In my most insignificant moments, I was God
When I was a mote of dust in a shaft of light between two columns, I was God.
When I was a trampled flower on the side of a latrine, I was God.
When I was the abandoned child of a prostitute, I was God.
When I was the Queen of England, I was God.
When I was the brief moment the fingers of two lovers met before their bodies were subsumed by magma, I was God.
I have seen the Saint defy and the Rebel cry and the Fool die.
I have been in all and am in all and go in all.
I dwell within the moments meager
when it is only sentiments that linger
Greater than the measure of anything material could provide
Break open your chest bone, look down, and see what's inside!
02/10/25
I am raw and raging
A vicious frozen bitch
With swords of caging
Creating wounds for me to stitch
When I was a child
And brand new to this world
I was able to play, wyld
Unassuming of my wyrd
A set of chains to clutch my limbs
A dagger with venom meant to kill
The words of my parents armed against me
The limitations of generations of enmity
The bullying of blithering idiots
The upside-down rhetoric of blistering hypocrites
How I wish to burn them all
If only to show you I’m not so small
Yet in my heart I feel a swell
And think, isn’t love supposed to heal
But sometimes love is letting go
And telling these assholes I’m not white as snow
I am living, breathing
Raw rage and ruin
I am Void, the great mother
Vesuvius, the destroyer
Tiamat, the chaos-headed queen
The ancillary space of the nothing in-between
In the light burns the candle of hate
Replaced by the crimson threads of fate
Burning at both ends
Love destroys before it mends
Leak out of me, raw rage and ruin
Let this hatred fester
And then return to naught
Better in than out
Better screamed than not
I am Tiamat, elemental agony
Platonic mastery
A demon of light
An angel of blight
Scream, scream, scream
And we wipe the slate clean.
Always gratitude. When in that space of healing I would always life the child onto my shoulders and show them the way. I'm begining to believe I need to fully relinquish my power for my inner child to bear
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What a joy to read your words! Thank you. 🤩
Too beautiful had to stop. Gratitude, needed that little spark. Talk of inner child is what really gets me to open my eyes again
It makes me feel empowered and free 🤗👽❣️