Many years ago when I was still in elementary school I wrote very well and did alot of poetry and art work, I expressed myself in that way. Until, a teacher humiliated me in front of the class and ripped up my drawing. I stopped creating that day.
Now through many years of healing those parts that had fragmented so long ago, I have now started to express myself in all areas of my life. (I am doing) Following is samples of some of the work I attempted in Grades 11 & 12 at Parksville's Malaspina College a few years ago.
On my own home
I am held in a pond.
Like a maze, of a honeycomb
Beats the trampled wand.
Freedom is too long to respond
Awaiting the Rainbow dome.
Into the night and ever beyond
I awake the morn in a catacomb.
Overnight I come to despond,
Alas, Igo to Roam.
Free to be a vagabond
Ride the silver wings and home.
"Restorative Justice"
The victim is the perpetrator
Justice is to hate her
Born again Christian wants to bait her
Satan has come to mate her
God had chosen to create her
On a scale they would rate her
Who's the victim and the perpetrator?
"Life's Trap"
My life I am a Trapper
Escaping unconscious discoloration
Of the soul, to lead me to the mapper.
In my pure white uniform I look so dapper
And give to my life a little congratulation
To know this person who was a scrapper
In the exaggeration of the mind's napper
Become the root and the notification
Of yet one more lesson and handicapper
To be involved I am an entrapper
Of this earth, I sigh, from gratification
That I am a wise whippersnapper
True, others get into a flapper
Time for them to go inside for purification
And come into the place with the clapper
Somtimes I feel I am a kidnapper
Looking forward to the accomodation
And enlightment of the understrapper
As it chews and gnaws the fly-sapper.
"Rainbow's End"
My life is a book too long and slow
It takes me to heights of discoloration
When the lesson is complete I will glow
Into the light and glory I will go
The trials won are of congratulations.
Of the under current to foreknow
The lessons of life are not to bestow
The characters of the mind's hallucination
And out of this body I will go
In life's journey it will now flow
To every one's own gratification
To deep and unconscious blow
Early morning dreams visit the crow
And unto him it's time for organization
Because of this enormous white Buffalo
Fear my name, I hide in my bungalow,
Please send my angels of purification
I will leave an offering of tabacco
To clear the way of the cleansing Rainbow.
"Enrichment Day"
What are life's enriching goals
Tat always take's it's toll?
Babies born are merely foes
To take their place in the deepest coves
The untold dangers will unfold.
To every mother it's fortold
Twilight is the deepest mauve.
Companies coming to the grove
The unconcious it does please
To send the babies to tease
Of life's lessons I have learned
The little treasures of this border
Is worth the pain and disorder
They've been told to forgive
These humans and teach them to live.
"Angel Dreams"
Angels they come in the morning,
Come dance around the fire with me.
Angels, they come in the evening
Take me home and set me free.
Around the fire, here we go
To find my place in the realm.
Healing time on earth you know
Gather together around the elm
This time we pass the test.
They come sensually angelic,
Great the worthiness of this old relic.
God only knows that it's divine,
It's so lovely to know it's mine.