The gold in your hair / Is only a hint of the wealth I have in my heart Because of you And when the wind blows through it / It’s as i…
Dedicated to Axel Moore and his mother, Sarah. Please give your condolences to Sarah and Glenn. I have no idea what it’s like to give a child back to God like this, but I don’t think I’m wrong in thinking that the pain is such that no parents should have to carry that kind of sorrow all by themselves.
She quietly closed the door behind her…
Sometimes, / I miss my mom…
But for so many years I have slept here.. / Amongst the creepy things. / The solid heavy tears / The bags and bags of sentiment and fears / T…
This is an extension from yesterdays world.. / I have done Inner Child Work.. I seriously thought for many years that this connecting to the ‘Inner Child’ was hogwash… 2 years ago in May… I met a women who changed my life.. HERE IS THE EXERCISE SHE ASKED ME TO DO THAT DID CHANGE MY LIFE / I believe that in finding this missing part of me I then turned on my switch to the treasures that is my creative spirit. I feel this work is why I am artist today.. i met my little girl… .. Yesterday she reminded me to.. / COME OUT AND PLAY… (April 2008) / I went to the beach and took shots.. so many of these toe and sand shots.. I was fascinated.. and in Love.. with Her..Me..Life
I knew you / before our eyes met, / love’s threads woven / when we were / still one. / Your birth / making us / live as two, / love’s threads / i…
Giving birth to your children is the first separation, but as a mother you can still hold on to your children and overload them with your love while they are still young. / As they grow older, they need more freedom and holding on too tight is only making the process of another separation more painfull. / Then all you can do is trust.. this is what i am going through with our oldest son .. in my experiences of loosing loved ones too early i have a tendency to hold on a little too much… while he claims his right to experience life the way he chooses.. in that he teaches me to learn to let go and trust.. / Take a close look at Terri’s depiction of my words here
Need your warmth / and all those conversations / we never did have / Want to call you time and again / but you’re not here……………..anymore
I fell asleep this afternoon for a couple of hours….... / and had such a beautiful dream….. / I wish the ache would go away… I miss you
Smiling gently / with her eyes / Mouthing / mirrored movements / And cooing quietly / under breath / Still amazed / at sheer beauty
The love between a mother and her baby / MCN: CD66A-0170A-57B9B
We are the forgotten children / The aborted ones / Born dead / Wasn’t given a chance / A choice / A voice
you should get what i’m talking bout / and hope you like / i really like this one / and i hope it leaves a twinkle in your eye sincerely and dearly colorblind will be one of my performance peices and also will add a beat to it as well and make a video
I did it with all my anger. I did it because I was too angry to die.
Please read this with an understanding that this is where I was I do not feel abused nor a victim in any way shape or form. I feel however you have to start where you are. I am where I am before you move on past the pain. I recommend for anyone looking for their inner child to do this work The person who helped me so much a couple years ago asked that I do a flow of whatever came to mind of my first meeting with my inner child. This inner child piece was written as is, I made very few changes to it. I did not edit this as I wrote it .. Raw and from my heart to my sweet little Lynne, whom I have grown to love more and more as each day passes on. / xox HERE IS THE SECOND PIECE I WROTE After a few months of discovering her
I am Alive Forever and always Essence Rebirth Renewal / I have earth to ground me I have wind to move me I have fire to …
Simply put: This is a poem of the wonderous and most beautiful TREE. / This poem is another concrete poem of mine, which means it was written to be in the shape of a tree. but, it seems RedBubble doesn’t hold the image, and places every line left, no matter what i try. I’m still new, maybe there is a way to format it so it holds its shape? anyway, I thought I’d post it anyway, since i like it. :)
Blowing through a vast crevasse – / from whirling tempest; / to calming balm on wounded skin; / to constant howl; / to sunlit kiss, onto war…
Ah. How to describe this? This is, quite simply, my past – or, the majority of it’s heaviness. So much. So many details. In short: my beautiful mother died at the age of 26, at the hands of a monster (AKA: the black-maker); tortured us beforehand for 2+ years on a daily basis (he was a dirty, dirty cop) which included molesting me for many years, years of which I have but 2 memories left after my brain erased my hard-drive to keep me from killing myself, most likely…the body knows what’s best. although, it would be nice, to have even one memory of my mother. she died when I was 7. She took her own life to escape him. / I have always pictured that little girl (me at 7, post her death) as sitting atop this pillar in a cave, bound and gagged, waiting for the adult me to come and rescue her…maybe someday I’ll be able to remember, and realease that girl of mine) / but for now, I take all of this as : A GIFT. and I mean that. ,my past is my gift, my present the reward. I harbor no ill-will against anyone. I forgave the man about 5 years back, in a dream actually, and my mother as well. / As I say, “I am the light-maker now”. So be it. I accept. With love and forgiveness in my heart, how could I do anything but shine for them?
“Come to the window… / I can see myself more clearly, / here…” A Valkyrie goddess – / gold and pink, / with the heart of a dying child; ...
A poem dedicated to my beautiful, Goddess of a mother who died tragically when she was young (26) , long story, and all she taught me of life through her tragic death and sacrifice. This is a poem written from her perspective in italics, her words to me…at least, those are the things she taught me… I love you, Mum. :)
Wanted one person who can do all of the following: / Requires very little to no sleep / The ability to be in more than one place at a time…
Under cover of darkness the packs’ journey loudly calls / howling in the moonlight, while She-Wolf magic enthralls A clan of protection…
Inspired by Earthmonster’s image and a collaboration unfolds… Dances with Wolves
I trace the memory of your love / upon my daughters face; / she has your grace within her eyes, / though love can’t be replaced, it can t…
I’m feeling my mother today… / This poem is about my beautiful mother who passed away at 26 yrs old, and my beautiful daughter, Ava, and how I can always find my mom…all I have to do is look in my baby girl’s eyes.
You are tied tight, / woven into my fabric, too close knit to distinguish / our separate blends. So hot…the box of before, / burning i…
This is a poem about my mother: The lost, and The found of her… / She died tragically (suicide/murder) when she was 26 and I was 7…back in May of this year my uncle sent me an old box I’d never seen before, which held ominous letters written a year, a few months…and right before her death; a pair of glasses, her bronzed baby shoes, cards kept from holidays, and a few other (now sacred) seemingly insignificant keepsakes. / This box would not stop. I had to hide it, so the pull of it did not suck me down again into her ends. / This is a poem about that box. / A repost, as this was only the second poem I ever posted here and I wished it read. :)
I From the kitchen / lips and tongue singing / as a 5 am songbird. / Dough rises, / and falls / about your arthritic, yet / nimble fingers…
This is a repost. I tried in vain once again to link this poem to the other one through a journal…but, it seems (as I suspected!) I’m too dumb to actually make it happen. :) I can accept that. / So…here it is, posted again; as the last time I posted this for my beautiful grandmother, I had just joined the bubble, and not many read it. / I wanted my Gran read. She raised me after my mum died when I was 7 (and had lived with us most of my young life before then) – i miss them both more than words can say, as you can imagine. / thank you for reading. :)
The moment that my eyes laid claim / to every atom that makes you; / each pore, each crease, each shining truth / beheld upon your ancient f…
For my beautiful, beautiful sons. xxxxoooo
For a mother and her child The path has been difficult Certainly to become more so, In spite o…
This poem was written to my son’s mother about 6 weeks before his birth. This is a reprint, upon which I hope to have improved.
Infinite cleansing / Wash away what once was me / Purify my soul / Like a virgin kite set free / With vistas of pure heaven The rain beat …
Inspired by the beautiful artwork of Lorenzo Castello. Thank you Lorenzo. / Art / Music
you sent me a movie of your caring I watched you click on / view seems stunted but the feeling is mutual / words from a great poet you s…
Loving gestures are wonderful / sometimes depending on the day they switch on a feeling / not good nor bad really / however something that gets attention more than the purpose / of the gesture / tis our own agenda of course that dominates everything / that is why I find it hard to believe we could influence a fly / cept in death / but even then the choice seems to be / fight or allow / I like to think if I faced a death and I could choose how / I would respond / I would choose the allowing / and maybe I could stay conscious through the transition / from life to life / anyway I love others / I love me / gestures are are welcome / from you to me.
I guess it’s time to stop asking questions, / and start answering them. / Wipe away long dead evaporations, / mined trails overgrown with ne…
November 10th. Happy birthday, Mum. :) / I miss you more than words; / I understand that I could never understand; / I used to whisper “I forgive you…” / but now understand, that is not my place. / There is no need. / I love you eternally. / Happy birthday.
Loved by kith and kin / You will open like a rose / Laughter will heal you / Safe circle of protection / Carry it with you through life Mo…
Thank you to all the wonderful people who read and commented on this series and in doing so, walked a little of the journey with me. xx
I hear whispers through sunlight / leaves signing / in the language of wind, / to the beat / of a fluent heart. Secrets spoken / between …
Another Earth song; for those who are between.
I just couldn’t do it / When I felt you kick in my womb / You hit softly against my palm / When I was waiting in the doctors room
I really like to write about things that are deep, that some people dont like to write about. If anyone has followed my work they would see that. I decided to write this because I have always had a split view on abortion and have never really picked a side because I’ve never been in that position. I think about my mother and when she was pregnant with me. If she had gotten an abortion I wouldn’t be here today..I really dont know what I would do if in that position but this poem however is for the mothers out there that have been and just couldn’t do it…
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