there are yellow flowers honey sweet
butterflies floating in between
the thorns stick it to the sky
moons on time every month
silver matte and happy
but me thinks now and again
of defcon one through five
911 Cuban crisis kept at bay
yet with clear blue skies
hope
open enrollment
healthcare packages
named after heroes named
what difference does it do when little girls are getting maimed in mind body soul and spirit
today i watched and saw and read and talked to those who’ve climbed the ladders of success congratulations were in order
at the park the pecan squirrels were fed bits of corn and French bread crumbs
and when i turned my eyes to the west
tired with the wind that blows to burn
again i think of defcon one
and how since Lilith and the Eve
my kind has been regarded
but we’re still here with codes
of our own bestowed upon us
by the goddesses Grace Strength and
Thunder
Women
composing a dirge
shame
like a flower
blush
bleed the rain
silence
hums the snow
thrust
against complacent waves
dusk
winter grows tired
morning
falls like silk
tired
rest now still
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shallow breaths
what does rigidity feel like i wonder to not let your spirit fly in your dreams at night to have thoughts stiffly in the back of your head to say curse words at the top of your lungs to keep silent why is that why do it what to lose if only the shackles when my dreams are in joint session with the reality of the sun light i pipe down just a little but then i say what had to be said and i fly away from exploding angry penii used to getting their own way at times it’s true i have to do what if is required in a kicking scratching and fighting kind of way but tonight i party i come and join dream at last when sleep does come and kiss my lips when what we’ve done we’ve done
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visions of the Grail
dear Mother and mothers and women and sisters and lovers and fighters and peacekeepers and spreaders of malice
to one and all rejoice in the day where the light began rejoice that we don’t know where we began because if we did i wouldn’t have the strength to stop myself from self destruction you mother the sacred mysticism
to all my sisters thank you for the pain for the wisdom for the guidance for the strength for the courage
to all those brothers who were teachers who were lovers who were predators who were violent who were kind who were fathers who were gentle who were respectful of the Flower
let us all rejoice that our first home is forever blessed let us rejoice and be thankful to our Higher Power She is where creation began and she is spirit woman
let us rejoice oh brothers that Adam did not have to endure the pain birthing us one nation under Earth one nation under us one nation under God is one nation under uterUs
let’s rejoice in our ability to recognize the importance of women of sisters of mothers of lovers of everyone in the light of being
let us rejoice that a woman created our body our arms our legs let us rejoice that in the concept of universal wisdom and teachings it is interjected with feminine living and guidance to balance which could be self and Universal deterioration
to all the feminists to all the sisters the women who seek to tear down as men do know that you are loved know that you are valued in all equality to all my human race that was begat from a woman’s place remember you have the power to choose to do the right thing
to all my sisters around the world cradling babies feeding them from garbage feeding them from their heart to the last bloody drop hear me and feel me i am here i can feel you i can sense you i am of you
your logic is your heart your will your inheritance your love never be tamed
-to all the women in the world young old new gone stay strong with love and respect
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two aging Fräulein
lenore/would you have fucked Bukowski (putting out cigarette butt)
grady/no (cracking knuckles)
lenore/yeah he wasn’t very handsome
grady/but he was like so fucking deep (blowing clove smoke)
lenore/i’m not a reader sorry i like a good movie (looking for American flag bic lighter in grocery bag)
grady/yeah no i’m not a big reader either (sipping diet coke slurpee)
lenore/i feel like a loser i should have been married by now (sipping fresca)
grady/i’m not worried about that (eyes melt over Brazilian guy’s round tight ass)
lenore/what do you want most of all
grady/(puckers up at sky)to feel
lenore/in control you mean i wanna be in control of everything
grady/no just to feel like feel the petal of a flower or of a beating heart or the pain of a tragedy you know like that kinda stuff
lenore/i wanna have fun and have stuff and go to a big church and have tea parties and furs and cute babies (lights a doobie)
grady/(sips diet coke slurpee and looks at dirty converse shoes) i spent so many years being numb
lenore/who’d blame you though (coughing weed smoke out at diet coke can)
grady/people we’re funny creatures contradictions i guess
lenore/(blazing) have i ever told you i don’t understand you most of the time
grady/my point exactly lenore i feel like i’m going crazy sometimes
lenore/you’re a brainiac always in your head live a little (offers doobie)
grady/(lights up a fifth clove declines doobie)i just have lots of thoughts lenore that’s all (smiles at pigeons)
lenore/you wanna get laid are you lonely my ex brother in law works at circle k he’s good in bed
grady/hmmm no and yeah (lets out a long clove smoke breath)
lenore/there has to be more to this
grady/it’s in you lenore dig deep you’re gold too
lenore/(smiles)wanna go to Med Men with me
grady/naw but thanks (gives homeless lady a clove and water bottle)
lenore/where you going babe
grady/downtown it’s dusk and the saxophones are waiting (dances a little makes lenore laugh)
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doulas
sand dunes gray breathing quietly the wind caresses smiles on them like new born babies
those who witnessed the sunrise shiver slightly humming and blessing the horizon their hands usher a new voice
mothers with strong courageous hearts the most sacred foundation for the tiny roots to rise
washing off the stubborn stains of ignorance and calcified time
paving plowing and clearing paths where God and water there do clash and angels become mothers
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iconoclast
when you paint your face
to highlight
the earth
the womb
in your eyes
the beginning
keeper of spark
when you cry
your muscles
hold back
the vengeance
of a super massive black hole
she wolf
protecting her pups
we would think
that you’re illusion
but that simply
isn’t the case
Goddess maker of kings
when the Almighty
anointed them with crowns
it was your blood
that flowed
through their veins
lonely orb
director of the stars
all roads lead
to something
that isn’t very far
mother black crow
sister white dove
cousin gray owl
into the holy
waters dammed up deep
with secret
mystic powerful
graceful silent
ghost humming
hymns of all that’s told
modern wrecker
proof of life
everlasting warrior
immutable light
against the ones
who insist that cloaks
are wise
only you
in all eternity
to come
revolutionary
prophet
i raise my eyes
to behold the
invincible iconoclast
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Faye
the skill is to find life in the routine she said i’ve stood at this counter for 30 years pumping the same bottles into the air and nobody cares she said
do you want some advice i could tell you that you’ll age if you don’t cover up your face in these narcotics made in Spain but it’s your body love it any way you want
ya’ see this scar above my perfectly lined brow fell off a tree in 1963 you have a lot of scars all over are you ok or are you one of those foster girls from down the block
i’m sorry listen that was harsh there’s this cream for $49.95 that can help heal those dark circles under your eyes it helped before my divorce hearing when Harry hit me
the freckles on your face and the bleaching out of your hair you really should try this salve from France you’re far too young to have this damage men like long soft chestnut hair like yours
oh my i didn’t see those tattoos i have a concealer for that but you should really get it removed and it’s a shame with your good bones naturally formed you’d be a good model but you’re too short
can you smile yes that’s it i think you could be on the cover of this magazine but you really have to clean up child you look like a dog town mop head skater boy
those nails you’ve chewed them to your shoulders look i have to take a break my boss might give me a raise but i feel that he just might leave his wife for me tomorrow
Grady, don’t tell your mom she’s my best friend and i think she would worry here’s her order and some make up for you we all have the demons jumping out of us and soon the scars of sin we carry in will come up to the surface
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coronation
my eyes reflect time
my body hides the holy
secrets not known yet
civilizations
rise and fall below my feet
i am anointed
by the sky goddess
her crown she relinquishes
to me the new One
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for Jim Morrison
tall
stoic
silently
looking at me
with tears in their eyes they prayed to my crow
she flew into the clouds to fetch a ray
of old wisdom
the sisters
smiling
at
me
waving
gold spirit
pointing to the
north to stars and wonders ancient mothers
tending to their flock of wild night children
wind through their veins
kisses blown
angels
swoop
down
kiva
thunder roars
inside their wombs
with holy flesh of nations born of fire
and love traveling to the paradise
the mothers are
in the wind
quiet
strong
