~For John

When I say- I love you.

I don’t say it to save you.

                                                                                                                 -I say it to destroy myself-

The old self,

The restricted self,

And my intolerant self.

I say those words-

Not because of you,

                                                                                                         -I say it to awaken-

To be reborn,

Leaning on self acceptance,

For my ascension to my providence.


But it is because of you-

That I now glow from within from the light of stars.

                                                                                                   -And because of  you-

 I will arise as a warrior worthy of love.




The Queen of Fire

Image result for rebirth from fire art       (The Phoenix by Boris Vallejo)


The Queen of Fire


When shaky legs,

Balance normal.

Co-dependent chaos,

Sever formal.

Magic- hiding,

All along.

With fortitude,

Inherited strong

Rickety scaffold,

Must burn to ashes.

Training wheels:

Thought to save the gashes?

Hurt your ability,

In living broken.

Tears now stain,

You feel them choking.

But think of them,

As spring time rain.

Watering souls-garden,

Knowledge ascertained.

You forever endure:

Called the Queen of fire!

Rare blessing of bravery,

Keep your kingdom inspired.

Hold your head high,

Let them see your pain.

Beautiful goddess of fire,

Your soul is arcane.




I’m never not looking or waiting for you:


Bold crickets serenade the watching moon,

And I think of you.

Gentle breezes lift tiny curls on my crown,

And I feel your understanding touch.

The smell of the first heavy raindrops from a frantic summer storm,

And I taste the charged flavor of you.


You dance with all my unseen senses through nature,

And instinctively I open my lungs, my mind, and my heart.

Absorbing the tenderness of my emotion,

Swallowing your sentiment.

I no longer curse the subtle connections,

That tether us, not allowing desuetude of soul.


Come to me my love:

In animal song, in playful breeze and in savory rolling thunder.

Breathe into me inspiration.

Evoke and awaken forgotten connection,

Submerge me away with abstract hope ever so gently.


The warmth of the sun holds the golden glitter of our hearts,

That innocent children delight and color their worlds in.






He spoke my name in whispers,

With a simple blistering kiss.

Etching my soul to yearn,

Reaching our forgotten reminisce.


Eloquent of humanity,

Recognition of his blood.

Lip upon lip:

I knew it was him, the one that I loved.


Come to me, dream darling

Cross the bridge and awake!

Reunited incarnated souls;

We will save the world from hate.








Dream Leader

Follow my dreams?

No sir, I will not.

They are ‘my’ dreams.

I will lead.

And I will live them how I choose,

Deciding what compass and speed.

You will see me smiling, wind in my hair, with nothing but fires of determination lit in my eyes.

Watch my dreams chase me, and try to keep up!

For they’re mine, and a girl like me, only has her dreams.

Never lose sight of a dreamer like me, I will amaze by magic and show you the impossible.



Stained glass, Black Yang.

Rainbow perception, Translated slang.

Yin pigments, Brighten mood.

Looks of confusion, Ideas skewed.

Limited comprehension, Pulls down fools.

Looking up, Primary jewels.

Inside out, Looking reverse.

Normalcy- bleats rehearsed

Life experience, Shapes our lives.

Different steps, To stay alive.

Don’t judge, What you never knew.

Do what we must, Just to get through.





Two-Stepping Twins

Hear me whisper curses,
Watch my lips run.
Catch my desperation,
Raking songs unsung.


Frustrations we celebrate,
Like the 4th of July.
Burn our ambition,
A spiteful nose alibi.


What a game of tactics,
Foreplay of the mind.
Respecting ingenuity,
Impressive masterminds.


Curiosity kills fur,
But keeps rapt attention.
Fascination’s sweet babies,
We’re stars shooting of ascension.


Complimentary magnets,
Dancing Yang and the Yin.
You dip and I’ll twirl,
Till we wake up in zen.




For most:

The story ends

When goals are reached

And accomplishments blend


Their aspirations fade

When destinations reached

Contentment is enough

Nothing more to teach.


Or is there?


For I must be a different creature:

Never satisfied with status quo

My heart force beats thirsty

My inner fire aglow

For more adventure

My goals are lofty

But for tomorrow

Will not be enough

Stepping-stones for today

I will have to apologize

For Many mistakes along my way

But truthfully, I didn’t lie

Yesterday it was true

It was what I wanted

You see you inspired

I believed I was wanted

You allowed me to see

What I could do better.

You gifted me sight,

Gumption and treasure

I will be eternally grateful

For your saving grace

Not just friendship

But the cruel efface

Of knowing you exist

I’m forever in debt

So rich beyond measure


I will never give up

Trying to do better




In angry torn thickets,

Beyond the sway white pines

There plays a forlorn song

There calls your heart to mine


A lone weary woman

In dull tattered clothes,

Hums along to the wind

She’s lost in old thought’s throes


Sitting static and soft

Her face flush by the fire

I feel a connection

My heart tweaks to inquire


What causes her torment?

But softens her lined face?

Is she here all alone?

Her song needed embrace


As I stood and I watched

A bandit in her scene

She looked my direction

My presence was foreseen


I was captivated

I could not move a limb

She sang to my sorrow

She lifted me in hymn


Primeval tethers hooked

Keeping me under spell

Flames dancing into fire

I scrutinized my hell


Around  forest creatures

Watched, and lifted their chins

They were inside me too

I owned their beastly sins


The song began to shrink

Consciousness recoiled hot

Racked lamented answers

I cried silent, overwrought


Beguiled to understand

And tricked with a sweet song

Repeatedly disturbed

Not to ever be loved


I’m a ruined woman

Hidden in sight between

A heartbroken madness

Fire’s burnt tourmaline









The Theory of Everything



When a heart breaks

We see from wounded eyes

But what is really happening

You would be surprised


When our heart’s break

And earthquakes into millions of cracks

The expansion of your feelings

Open to expose the contrast parallax


Through craggy gaps and rifs

Our delicate pith soul is visible

Nor are our secrets hidden

But they are multiplied divisible


In hurt we grow outward

We expand to transcend

Exposure leaves us vulnerable

Pain causes us to overextend


The heart swells in emotion

Crackles the veneer in its distress

It doesn’t truly break

But it hurts nonetheless



Take all the hate and tragedy

That happens daily on this earth

Fault lines scar it’s crust

It also wears its cracks of genteel rebirth


The theory of everything,

don’t you see?

We are connected to it all

And we are the master keys


We must cleft

To learn and reach higher

Without those forces

We would never be inspired


We must live

And we must love hard

Even when we hurt

We must give regard


Our connection to all

And how this will shape

Our light source is laid bear

Our shade is undraped


We are more than just heartbroken

But fragile newborns

Given a chance to grow stronger


Our hearts are exquisit especially with scars adorn