self actualization
Poem for Jesus 🙏🏾
One fine Day
Untethered
bruised and broken
walking backwards into the womb to start out again
Unscathed and witness to this design
called crazy in the house of apples not far from it’s tree
Holding my aching belly as son shines
sparkles
dancing water babies caught on the cheek
Visions of Mother mary at his feet
distracted briefly away from a death wish…ing relief towards agony
seduced upon a grip not quite my own
Her aching heart open wide to surrender my head to his grace
through the dark valley full of shadows in shapes familiar
An alter built on faith
paved in simple conversation whispers to go on one more minute
of one more day
Pray
Drizzling wind drops
Jesus intent to listen
in a cirlce I control with pencil drawing tornados around the things we suffer
pushed above thy will be done
40 Breaths
on 40 mules
makes history long and still
a hand on high from priestess lost in sorrow
echoed on that hill
Blessed mother Holy father ushered pure bwtwix the flood
Casting out this bitter anger as I drink upon your blood
Take out your mighty journal
united across wooden pews
a mission
Poem
that seems so small
guide me
Jesus
I trust in you
to never let me fall
Butterfly Thoughtz
Hello inner child have you talked to me today. What automatic moves directs these grown up feet. One for my mother and one for my father.
Can you appreciate Paris nights and Hawaiian trees that bricks your path.
Have you a silken handkerchief to say goodbye to Amen and Lbud with angel wings to watch down the aisle.
Can you laugh and reminisce with me over mr not there and sir cares a not. Cheerleader to dream of unity and a soft place to fall.
Imagine gray hairs and popping veins. Picking out memories that fearless slumber parties made magic of endless time. Your patience through road trips to find the independent spirit thought to be loneliness to complete a cycle that your baby eyes could never know.
I can fix this problem that your tiny hands pulled from my chest. Twilight years joking at needless suffering from stories in the brain. Entertaining a trajectory of power tucked away in the feathers of a phoenix.
Rest now little one for second sight breaks all barriers and tucks the missing pieces gracefully into drops of diamond and shimmer; hearing your song in the background of these thoughts.
Feeling each arm reached peaceful in everlasting hugs and worth it all.
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Grace & Lifelines
All is not lost as the grace and lifelines set me free
Walking a tightrope between sanity and ecstasy
Isolated in observational reverence of manifestations made rich
Gathering the last remnants of old parts fractured by insignificance in the eyes of the devil
Working past flashes of glory and victory made in memory and pastimes
Left rising out of a battered soul carrying the burden of German blood and African drums
Channeling all that is in me to make good on a promise set by a soft voice in yonder
Flashing through karmic distortions feeding on the nectar of the hummingbird and the spit of creation
Leaving a legacy of difference in the intention of forgotten and the wandering of spirit
Mercy on me to be the one who sheds light on all faults in a distant people and inquiring mind
Never ending the story of bruised knees and start over again to see it painted a new color
Walking a narrow thread between sorrow and jubilation.
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CrazyIs
Crazy Is
a woman scorned heartbroken and shattered
Neglected by a prison of her own making
Deeply feeling the cut of every broken promise lied so stylishly through paper doll lips
Crazy Is
thinking higher of the brilliant mind’s potential barely reflected in the truth of the day
Seduced into believing her presences can blast down the wall made thick by nature’s blows
Crazy Is
the reaction of cold heart nostalgia in brushing off all past lovers as unsteady and overbearing
Denial of whose hand grips the sword of silence
Falsely offering friendship as bread crumbs for severance to untrue love
Crazy Is
holding on to fleeting connection as if it were a human right to bear witness to another soul standing bare chested, exposed and short of breath
Dissolving all trace of you, me and us for gut wrenching survival to get out of the maze
Crazy Is
Pretending at grown up while playing teenage fling shocking the system to contemplate forever
Ripping through the silky web of polite interaction in front of sheer rage and hate
all those thing we are meant to keep tucked away in composure
Sweeping clean depressed longing and shame raised by a family of wolves dressed as sheep
Quick to avoid the view of the other in order to appear
Not so
Crazy
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Maya Rose 