THE SISTERHOOD

take me to the place where you go
where nobody knows

Yes, I will undress for you,
Each garment slowly tossed aside,
And yes, I will confess to you
My wanting, without guilt or pride.

Do not fool yourself
to think
you have fondled
a saint
You have merely
touched your lips
upon
a burden.

Love the madness of serving yourself…..

Could it be
that the anger we feel
towards life
is a knowing in our spirit
telling us
that all is not right…?

Communications not working,
Points of view not the same,
My darling, my sweet,
The one I will maim.

Communications not working,
Points of view not the same,
My darling, my sweet,
The one I will maim.

Communications not working,
Points of view not the same,
My darling, my sweet,
The one I will maim.

Written by: Veronica Kattoula & Walt Whitman

O Whitman! My Whitman! My dear old friend,
Leaves of Grass, you’ve left behind, and this I commend.
I hear the melodious music through your delightful …

and i’m boiling,
dressed all in black like a crow or a widow,
wondering why i am where i am
instead of lying in your arms

Fight and fright are my
Enemy.
Sweaty palms and glazed
Eyes are the result. And me
Frozen; a deer caught by her
Subconscious, screaming
Stop.

She stands on her own
Precipice. To
Move forward is the
Possibility of death… But to
Go back is to
Decay…
“What to do?” is her
Lament.

Left to
Smolder on a heap. A
Bag of bones forgotten. Her
Heart torn out and
Thrown away… Her
Mind plundered so has fled in
Terror… And this
Corpse that was once

Blissful ignorance is
Ok
‘till it bites you on your
Butt.
‘oh right then it’s
Personal and you take
Note…’

Here sits a wood and leather box
inside which lies a treasure.
I keep it there, for it’s not often needed.

Cannot you
See that I am
Open to thee and that to
Abuse
Is to lower
Yourself to that of a
Gnat and to lose the
One goodness that you
Had…

Holding back these tears
Of all the pent up hope
That you’d be in this game of two
My light by my side
You’re always ready to run
What if I need you
What would you do
Throw your arms around me
An…

There were two
Creatures of the
Mother
Fecund and bright. and then i
Arrived. Hard edged
Wired tight.
A fledgling…Excited
Heart set to find a place to
Fit but all was
Taken.