Kali's Spirit

Kali’s spirit seemed

to softly land,

surprisingly enough,

lifting clouds

of chaos as if

veils from on

top of my head,

the moon

shone bright

dripping down from

the sky to

its own reflection

in pure ecstasy

deep into the ocean

with smiles

turning to laughter,

and the

trees seemed

to notice,

they move along

to the singing

throat vibrations

that fell off

my green-tongued scales

and rhapsodied notes,

hierophant and

third-eyed hands

talking in their sleep

of dreams,

planes of heaven

on earth,

I still believed

absolutely always,

in miracles,

even when stuck

in pits of asphalt

with burning toxins,

being poured on skulls,

crossbones and crows,

eating flesh,

stomach upsets,

I coughed and spat out

that violence

shoved at you,

at me,

and dance,

very firmly in the sunshine,

in streams and

deep caverns

with splendor,

in tandem

tantric collective,

holy sisters,

sacred brothers,

reverent fathers,

wisdom mothers,

strongly yet humbly

we stomp the earth

in great thanks and celebration,

for the birthing

from weeping wombs,

carnal serenades,

green colors

to the worlds end and

beyond,

stars and angels,

love and light

be with you,

Kali and her

Metaphysics. 

Dream Wars

Birthing water pixies

in my tortured sleep,

I woke up

weary,

always,

tossing and turning

with the

womb pains

of a new age,

learning phoenix lessons,

rough and hazardous,

picking my poisons,

drinking your nectars,

over and under,

beyond and in between,

the lights of cities and cigarettes,

sheets spread wide and waking open

like legs,

gasping for divinity,

out on the slippery floors

in the flats of London town.

I was the heroine

to escape you

from the silence

that ate you,

gulped you down

like coffins and coffee

in the morning,

before anyone

was up,

even the sky,

and I just wanted

to be saved

from this harsh earth,

get me out

of here,

oh the pain,

I cant bare

it anymore,

my head tis so sore

from the sight.

Inhaling (wrote 4/17... this morning)

Inhaling

a deep long

breath,

I took time in my mouth,

and held her there,

upon her request,

she exorcized her demons.

I gave birth to

words and sex

in my sleep,

dripping down tongues

of sailors,

come to flirt

with the earthen shore,

for a brief

delicious interlude,

though the ocean

always calls them back,

as ever,

homeward,

and shedding a tear,

I missed them and

their one mistress,

the sea.

I felt the fires

in the bellies

of women

and fucking

loved them for it,

miracles and absinthe,

lust and cum and

forgiveness,

all twas lovely,

in the midst of

tornados and oh those

sad bombs,

thrashing,

and I just wanted to

hold your bones

together

with my heart.

Hard Re-Birth (adultish)

Could I please

rain down on you,

for to shake the

madness out,

to treat someone lovely,

might help soothe

this tortured soul,

I gasp to have

one more day

to heal the bleeding earth.

Let me

lay down on ya,

lips to skin,

my mouth follows

your energy

down,

and up,

inside and out,

through the spine,

rise with me.

Moan out your pain,

which turns into desire,

soaking us both,

onto the astral plane,

and we could send

each other into that wide space
between

death and ecstasy.

I will re-birth you,

then to live again,

with cum

and breathing on my neck,

deep throat whispers,

oh fuck yes,

one more time,

with feeling.

Living Hope

Taking deep long breaths,

letting that ocean

of live energy

overcome my chakras,

Im taken to other

planes in my dreams

n visions,

stock rates shouted over

the hallelujahs of our most precious

angels,

the truly awakened,

your broken bones

ever dancing

in the rain,

I remember you, and

through the pain

and tears shed,

we live to jive juicily along

anyway,

to connect,

to summon good and

Goddess light,

love round us,

through us.

I wanted to birth

some sparkly

spectacular hope,

in the crowded

angry street,

through the grit and

the grime,

envelop love on

top of your skin,

so hard,

you and I

could forget

who we are separately,

since separate is illusion anyway,

just for a second,

opening the universe,

and ourselves

to the holier heaven

that here on earth,

is possible.

Out damned demons!

I cast you

out,

ha,

soak yourself in

your own fears,

if you must,

for I will have

none of it.

I can see a better

way to live out,

someplace in the

snows of Michigan,

standing in the

cold sun,

there was a memory

of home,

and happy,

and hopeful fairies

landing in

twisted skirts

and spirits laughing,

witches and our soups,

thank you

forever

for your wisdom,

rhymes and riddles,

listening more,

learning faster,

hush now lovely,

the light is coming.

This is dedicated in memorial of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

April 4