Tag: FeminineSpice

Psychedelic Psyche

psy·che1/ˈsīkē/noun

  1. the human soul, mind, or spirit. “their childhood made them want to understand the human psyche and to help others”

Conversations with Hasheesh were always illuminating even when they were dark

Spark Spark goes his lighter

His psychedelic psyche pilots the high

Sometimes it’s a time machine and to the past he goes

Sometimes it’s too another dimension

And his forehead glows

I listen deeply and understand more and more what his old soul came here for

Angel on his right shoulder

Devil on the left

Conversations with Hasheesh were always illuminating even when they were dark

Tunes featuring the voice of Hasheesh :

https://music.apple.com/us/album/time-machine/1410781105?i=1410781113

https://music.apple.com/us/album/superstar/1410781105?i=1410781119

Image: collage and hand drawing by me from like… 2017

User not Lost

She fell backwards into anonymity

Unreachable (to some)

Unidentifiable (mask on)

Slightly traceable ( she never hid)

Who she is doesn’t matter

Who she isn’t doesn’t matter either

She was sent here for a purpose

The drama and the bullshit – not it

God whispered instructions into her right ear

Clear and realigned it was time

Angels surrounded her -even on the dark days

Especially on dark days

She said thank you one more time

And fell backwards into anonymity

Thanks BANKS

she thanked God for all of it…

i make long lists of all the things i’m grateful for

i live quietly and love my small circle of loved ones ferociously

i thank God for all of it

wearing my father’s old military jacket

Adorned with my mother’s old pin,

her mother’s old pin,

And a pin of my own that maybe my daughter will wear on her father’s old jacket one day i smile wide as this beautiful man snaps my picture just before the concert begins

she thanked God for all of it…

September Reign/Rain

I sketched myself as Virgin de Guadalupe and wrote this poem in September. Better late then never player.

As it thundered and stormed

she prepared to leave

all-weather she was

Come inside! yelled the fretful

You won’t survive! yelled the fearful

like an owl her head turned to face them one last time

is this what you call living?

resting fearfully on the periphery of your so called humanity

Inside these boxes – surviving

this could be your last September she said to them all

silence weighed heavy on the moment

nothing was the same

they could never go back

true colors had been shown

from the lessons she had grown

You can live this life faithfully or live it fearfully

not my business either way she said with a smile

good luck in this lifetime

Now it’s time for me to live mine

stepping into the storm she became one

with the wind

the rain

the pain

and burst into golden light

Transcending the bullshit

Hello October

Are you ready to start over?

As Is Lovin’

Not being loved and accepted as is, by myself and others, has taught me to love and accept people, situations, things, and me as is.

I know this isn’t always easy with all the standards, judgments, mask-wearing and blah blah blah swirling around us but;

To be loved just as you are is powerful.

To be loved just as you are is healing.

To be loved just as you are is Godly.

To be loved just as you are is sacred.

It’s interesting, it seems to me that ”as is loving” incites growth and expansion organically.

I stand in gratitude.

Thank you for loving me as I am.

Writer’s Note : Mantra on white board in video created by Tanaaz

Lauren, Oro, and Ava

I people watch in the park.

I saw these fly young ladies.

I couldn’t help but want to be them a little.

Laughs.

Why?

In touch with nature,

Young,

beautiful,

brown,

full of potential…

Wait- What?

Laughs.

Reflections.

Connections.

I am what I attract?

I am what I see in the world?

I am but a reflection?

I am?

Who am I?

Am I fly too?

Am I the ugly I see?

Yea?

No?

Yea

Damn.

So.

All of it is beautiful.

All of us are beautiful.

Ugly Beautiful.

Beautiful Ugly.

Independent film.

I am?

Just am?

I don’t know.

Laughs.

I just am.

’Cause they are.

I am.

I am Oro.

I am Lauren.

I am Ava.

Nahh.

Yea.

I am me.

Laughs.

I people watch in the park.

Saw me in some fly young ladies.

We Am.