and knew that she was me
just a child just a wild
apparition running free
but where to hide
when the light peeks thru
to spaces that remain
untouched by truth
where to hide when I die
forced thru the threshold
to life, birth, earth
river, flame, sky...
...I chose this moment
to swim thru the sieve
I chose the mother
whose heartbeat I recieve
till the lightning strikes me
and I am born,
torn from the watery depths
shorn like wool from
my mothers lips...as she
whispers me, sings me into
Being, breathing, teething
seething underneath for
those phantoms and thieves
who starve the souls
who carve the coals from
the mothers folds, strip
her of her glow, furnace
flames grip and will not
let go,
let be,
let come to me this
hidden dream, a birth
to be recieved, a slow
moulding of individuality
though sheltering unity,
ah, but disease, follows me,
I heard her cry,
teardrops slipped from her
eyes, my eyes, mothers thighs
have been violated, raped
with scraped knees she
begs me now, recovering from
the crowds jeers and cheers
and fears of what lay beyond
the tunnels, the ponds
that make up her body,
the veins that feed the
brains that bleed the
sanity, leaking in streams
humility, dripping it seems,
splitting the seams
of this alltooreal dream,
and she closes her mouth
to keep out pollution
to keep in the solution
to her fears, to her years
of writhing in misery,
to be delivered from
humanity(s)weet plea,
please, hold the hand
of the motherland, surrender
to life and birth and
death on earth it's all
too soon it's all too
blue it's all a cycle
of force and food,
feed the seed,
need the me
that slips
thru tunnels
soft like dew
slips thru caverns
to be born
to you...
Was there ever a day when clouds took me
shook me gently from my sleep...
to wonder at the great facade and
the weary dreary mass of sheep?
Blow me down and wipe me away
erase my place and face and name
write my life off as a dream
and I shall not weep within the scream.
Born in a bustling blue dream, to a couple with lightflakes and dreamcakes in their innerspace!
Grew up in the mountains of Virginia, free and fair, tangled hair, feet bare, there somewhere...
Enjoyed school because of access to books, hated the authorities and teachers and crooks who feasted on the childrens minds, wasted all their precious time on frivolous things...though there were a few who seemed to know, who seemed to see, who seemed to feel the breathing dream...and in their lives I saw some light, and inspired with life I prepared for flight, escaped the gaping hole of home to soar the skies and freely roam. University, ah, big disease of society...wasted time and wasted braincells, tasted life but also hell, flew so high but nearly fell...nearly drawn in to the spinning flash of tangled thoughts and mangled mass of human drivel of human waste of human tears in sad dark place. Then free again, light peeked thru, home again, round two. Still the prison of closed minds and zombie sheep, they're awake they say, from their bleak deep sleep...Off to an island in the sea, Jamaica breeze calling me...to put together the peices I lost wandering amongst the holocaust of deadened creativity...and there discovered my mind was scattered, ego ripped and tattered and shattered, self awake but not on the ground, seeking my soul from the lost and found...and I glued remains of flesh and brains into a coherent and capable flame to withstand the pull of the world and the fool within my spin of twisting spools...and home I crawled with energy high to bid my time till next dreams flight. Then off on bus to coast on west, to possibilities unbound...to peace of mind still not found...and there I met myself and Love, my priddy twin flame, my husband in Soul...now with partner to share the smile to swim the wave in webs of life, I felt complete and strong and sweet and ready to begin my task of breaking the worlds coffin of glass...and we twisted and tugged and loved and hugged, my priddy one and I, back to the land of his home, the emerald isle , the mystical bone
of all I sought and found within...and now life begins again...And now with eyes open to life I see that home was never the strife, the mountains begetting the flame of light that lit my soul and sparked my smile, yes Virginia my dear, I am a child...of your trees and flowers and breeze and rivers that flow and winters deep snow, and yes my parents were right in their ways to leave me free to make my way with mind and heart and soul so free, they never forced a mould upon me, never drowned the I that was Me...within this coagulation of life, energy, consciousness, within this mass of 'IAMTHIS'
and now that time has shriveled into a point of light I choose to peruse, I embrace the heart of the world with a smile. I am the eternal girl, the magical child...rogue smile and laughter wild...