3 lights in a dark house

Beaten

Bullied 

Broken

Somehow the tribe survived 

Blessed 

Blossoming 

Beloved

Somehow the tribe thrived

Writer’s note: Some Earthlings create from the deep chasms of pain they have experienced here in this dimension, turning ugliness into golden beauty.  In creating they are are healing themselves and those around them. (The alchemy of art is everything.) I am one of those Earthlings, creating to heal. Creating to elevate. We are okay and healing takes time.

Daughter of the Moon / Son of the Ocean

Mother Moon descended from the clouds in shimmering splendor

Her eyes twinkled and the faint smell of roses flowed from her hair 

The stars are yours my darlings she said as she gently wrapped us in her blessings 

The stars are ours 

The time is now

Let us align 

Writer’s Note: Send some loving thoughts and energy my way if you could.  Thank you. 

where’s my lighter?

 

The queen burned down her own kingdom 

Overrun with foolishness

She was homeless/hoeless 

Far from hopeless though

She laughed slightly and smiled 

The queen burned down her own kingdom

 She stood just close enough to feel the warmth of the flickering flames and not get burnt

Bending down, she lit her cigarette on the walls of her burning kingdom 

Unafraid of cancer, because we’re all terminal anyway, she inhaled and exhaled 

Fuck it

Let it burn

Let it burn

Let it burn 

She owned that it wasn’t built on anything worth saving 

Foundation fractaled by faux “I’ll love you forevers” flung from mouths that made mockeries of marriage 

Unions made useless 

Committed only to not being committed 

Lessons learned

Bridges burned 

The queen burned down her own kingdom

Let it Burn

to be continued…