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.