I tried to make a mask out of the garbage life gave me I tried to. I tried to put on a mask, and valiantly show the world how strong I am Hiding behind the loudness and trombone like way that I have I really … Continue readingThe Fixer Upper
Would you love me if I’m faded? Would you love me when I’m not new? If I tell you I’ve gotten ugly, face faded into old age, would you love me still? I am not a play thing. I am not a thing to … Continue readingThe louder the cry, the more clear, the choice.
All the world’s a stage, and I promise-I’ll remember my lines. All the world’s a playground of laughter and cultures and languages I’ve yet to learn, all the world’s this wonderous place, and I promise you tiny pieces of sacred chocolates here and there, scattered … Continue readingPromises
Made some new art.
He told me, in between kisses and paintings That nothing is ever promised I told him, I’d rather know I’d rather plan I’d rather have the notion in my head that if I believe in something Maybe it’ll happen Preachers preach of evil … Continue readingSeasons & Reasons
The Summer you were born was the summer I became a mother and I came alive finally I saw the world in color the summer you were born, was the summer I was born I was made from blood, diapers and breastmilk you … Continue readingSummer & Winter
The Way to the Lotus I have given birth today To death and pain Traveled in time To a darkness once cast upon me Dark cloud realized in me My Self My Spirit I Have been Illuminated I know how to find the path … Continue readingOn finding Nirvana everywhere
The two things I love in life is art and poetry. I especially love it when they go together. One of my favorite writers is Jal-Adin Rumi. His poems are beautiful and meld spirituality with art very nicely. So, I decided I would take a … Continue readingHow to Make a Rumi Inspired Journal Page
Love went flying From all the tired horses and migrant workers Love It went flying From the blistering sun From the Coney Island dancers From that first kiss on the boardwalk, love It went flying And from the windy nights And the … Continue readingLove went flying
Sitting Alone I’m sitting within myself holding fire in my hands visions of my slumber I dream of not sleeping alone but it’s just me sitting here, in the field of forever holding the fire of passion in my hands I’m just gonna … Continue readingOn Winter and Sitting Alone