As linkins park
habits are breaking tonight; Tonight!
The spark
of creativity
far out burns,
brutish burdens; Tonight!
I wanna pop,
I wanna dance
the night away
In my lovers
secret bar.
Where pop icons
glare me down
as i own
their celebratory beats
lucious lyrics.
Claiming this night,
mine; Tonight!


Blessed, Divine Energy

It flows effortlessly
within the fabric
of every living,
natural energy producing,
either elemental
or the biological,
entity that exist
at this very moment.
It is what truly connects.
Not a single essence
can claim its right,
for it is everything
and nothing
it is good
it is bad
it is balance
it is just
it is merciful
it is wrathful
it is ife
it is death
it is rebirth
for it never dies
it only changes
becoming something new
and sometimes different.
It is the divine energy
that which seemlessly flows.
Its energy
is us and us it.
And thats that.
Pretty logical i know,
still all the same
i would be wrought
with guilt
and would not
get a wink of sleep
if i did not give
my thanks
to that divine energy
that binds all
of our known
unknown exsistance.
Truly words
can not give
to the depths
of my gratitude
this very moment.
Blessed Be

Phantom Dreams

I once walked
along the shores
of lucid serenity,
where there
were endless doors
to be opened.
I once played
in the fields
of eternity,
where dreams
would graze.
Haunting now
bed time
steals those
precious moments,
sealing slumber
in darkness.
Those wonderous
visions of imagition
have become
in the night.

Powdered Springs

Angelic white,
Powdered Springs,
Once just a simple
Old georgia road,
Now, some years
Powdered springs
Is now full
Of this divine white.
To many
an ambrose
From the gods,
That both
stimulates and elevates.
They seem to spread
These springs
Of eighties nostaglia
Like invading vines,
Yet with the worlds
Sudden paradigm
They seem to be
Due to the
Of the almighty

My heart, my human heart is breaking

Fearful on conversion therapy!
It appears with recent prejudice,
And race superiority complex running rampant,
A universal cry
Belts out, “clarity.”
My heart
my human heart, broke
As sides were taken, i hope
                   This is all a joke.
Now I an over forty,
transwoman, once
scared to live as my true self
now fightened
by the latest and what seems
a flood,
Of biblical porportions,
Of bigorty and hate.
raised by a father
who swore by that horrid N-word, claiming
“All white men should own six,”
Am appauled that,
That assholes philosphies
Permeate our society.
Ashamed- ashamed to be human
In todays world, ashamed.
The permeation that resonates
Within my being is this
Are we not all pretty much
Made up of the same crap?