Come Home to Yourself

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Darkness, feels like the warm blanket of my life,

Alone, my steps illuminate the night,

My reflection, she's my best friend,

My light, the eyes that looked beyond my circumstance,

My voice, spoke spells to correct my frequency,

Just when the world thought it had me,

My arms wrapped around me,

My hands, have done everything to help me.

I went alone,

To a place where people lose all hope,

Survived the gutter lows,

I was there, I was there for me,

Heaven knows, you missed all my mishaps, 

Didn't witness the wickedness you wished for me,

No safe place under the sky to hide,

I built walls regal high,

New Kingdom.

New foundation,

New temple for my soul, 

My inner world has spiritually grown,

New mindset,

Secrets divinely taught in solitude,

New tools to rebuild,

Grace will always circle my crown,

I graduated, a Goddess.

The Ego

Night - Photo by Ms. Casila

I hope my ego never keeps me away from who I truly love. - Ms. Casila 

There is nothing left to prove,

I have proven to myself,

That it is I, that has snuffed out the flame,

What evermore is there to do,

I have lost,

The eyes that illuminated my life,

A connection impossible to duplicate,

No one will ever be you.

My ego has massed itself over my heart,

I am not who I truly am, 

In all my reflections, 

I don't see the life, 

I wanted to create with you.

 

My ego has wrecked mayhem,

My days, a blurred monotonous version 

Robotically lived in autopilot, 

Accompanied by the partner

I have chosen on this world stage,

Over you!

My heart knows, 

It has lost, 

It's beginning to talk,

Complicates every f*cking thing that I'm faking I want, 

I've masked it for years, 

Practicing every chance I get, to show the people

"I've moved on"

"Look at my accomplishments"

All I ever wanted, was to do everything with you.

You won! 

Love always wins! 

It wins with remembrance,

It wins when I hide your smile in my eyes,

You win every time I win!

I hope it gets back to you!

The Best

Red - Photo by Ms. Casila

Suddenly their presence surrounded me,

Hovering over me like they were cooing over a child,

It wasn't a love that caved my chest like God's presence,

It was a familiar energy of souls being reunited.

My attention ran over myself like what are they looking at,

Looking down now focused on my hands, 

I began to observe the way they adored me,

Their energy was in complete admiration of my entire being,

Hovering over me loving, lovingly with excitement, then loved some more.

I thought to myself, wow, look at my hands,

They are so perfect, I am so perfect,

Look at how precious I am,

Then I realized it was the grand water trine,

I've meshed into their consciousness.

Extended Trees

Touching Leaves - photo by Ms. Casila 

We shade, we cover

We shield, we join together 

Rooted, grounded, with strength 

To protect you 

Support you

Listen to you

To comfort you

We withstand the storm

With rustling leaves blown by the wind

We whisper the truth

Guidance 

Extended branches 

Extended hope

Extended to hold 

Your nest

Your bare feet

Climb onto me

I will hold you

We have extended our branches 

Our community supports you

We've extended

Far and wide

Day and night

High up above, for you

Entity

The Trees - Photo by Ms. Casila

Explain it to me,

So, it wasn't me,

The meshing of energies,

Carried me there,

A Vertex transit.

My walking feet,

In parallel realities,

It's all happening at the same time,

It's you, again.

Same energy, 

Different stage,

Same energy, 

Different street,

Similar storyline, characteristics, aura 

Entity.

The Butterfly

The Butterfly - Photo by Ms. Casila

The caterpillar 

The Fool

The chrysalis 

Metamorphosis 

The outcast 

The non-conformist

The odd one 

The black sheep 

The herbalist

The witch

The astrologer 

The numerologist 

The scientist 

The reiki healer

The therapist

The tarot card reader 

The poet

The alchemist 

The Magician 

Blessed with wings

Lion's Gate

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Guard my desires, 

Direct and align me with my needs,

Purify my thoughts and my heart,

Be compassionate to my subconscious,

Understand her depth and nature, 

Reward her efforts to integrate,

Darkness and enlightenment.

500 reincarnations, 

What more do I desire?

What more is there to truly be had?

Spoiled with abundance, not remembered.

To be human again,

To innately create, manifest, and cast.

Ow Lord, bless me with more,

Lion's Gate.

My Better Half

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Even with tears cascading down your face,

You're beautiful to me,

I feel your warm compassion, 

With every blink of your eyes,

I can feel your love.

It breaks me every time, seeing you cry,

Touches my soul,

You are heaven to me, takes my breath away,

Hold me, hold me closer,

Hold my hand in this darkest night,

Emerge from the night,

Stand in your ethereal light,

You are my Godsend.

New Kingdom | Poetry (video)

Video, Poem originally posted March 31, 2020 - New Kingdom 

The subject of the heavens is expressed through different mediums, and I am not exempt from this subject of expression. I am to acknowledge where my gift comes from. 

This poem was written during the pandemic when everyone was doing their part to keep the collective entertained online. For many of us, connecting online was all we had. 

Several months after I shared this poem I was mocked for being "a good person". In that moment, I was completely taken back. I came to the realization that I am all that I have. I am and will forever be the closest "person" that I will ever have a relationship with. 

That City

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I had no patience for the wind

Nor the breeze chilling my skin,

I had no patience for the waves

Coming in, to greet my feet in the sand,

I wish I would have stayed much longer,

Rushed,

Always timed on my visit.

I remember the walking path, curtained by a bouquet of trees,

Green, yellow, mahogany, and red,

I miss the skyline far off enough

It felt like a staycation, a getaway

Unplanned.

I miss the greasy takeout, chasing napkins

Blowing across the sand,

I miss feeling summoned by the waves,

Far, removed, escaping my cubicle life,

To rejuvenate, to melt the stress away.

Tweezer

Tweezer - Photo by Ms. Casila 

My eyebrow tweezer holding your roach,

Is what you took from my sanctuary, 

No safe place, 

Never a home.

Dead roaches on the floor,

Dishes in the sink,

I wasn't able to pay my housekeeper, 

My husband gambled the rent. 

My husband, the alcoholic, 

The man that keeps your pockets filled, 

My home was robbed long before my tweezer disappeared, 

Long before the streetlights came on, and off.