Human Strong

I may not know where I came from

or who created me

man or G-d

Irrelevant

existing in a changing reality

what I thought was right

is now wrong

I can still survive knowing this

I am not alone

you and I are

genetically linked

a species that grows

storytelling is a lost art

science prevails

creates and destroys

secrets too many secrets

I am a student

that will rise

in knowledge and strength

Together we can bring light in

reveal the darkness

the secrets

together we are Human Strong

IF

If I were a painter I would paint pictures of a garden so great your eyes would never stray. You wanting only to travel pathways leading to boundless beauty.

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If I were a sculptor I would sculpt your face, it’s perfect form, delicate, soft, lively, creating and reproducing copies for companionship

If I were a teacher I would show you how the garden provides, all you ever need within your hands. The art of sowing and reaping, caring and connecting.

If I were a scientist I would connect this garden to your body, developing healthy concoctions, plant vibrations, frequencies, providing balance and harmony.

If I were a theologian I would remind you to look up and within. You are as great as the cosmos is vast. Believe in yourself, believe in something greater than you!

If I were a mother I would nurture your soul and its divinity. For my arms are always reaching, to hold you, always reminding, you were created with love.

But I am only a poet, a lost breed whose pen is my third eye and voice. Bringing insight into new ways of thinking and being. A love warrior willing to cause a stir to awaken humanity.

Gratitude lifts

You are a seed planted

nestled in the womb of earth

love energy invites you to be

safe, protected, nourished

Visualize a new great moment

like when you rise from your ignorance

look with compassion on yourself

for we were all deceived

What you see in yourself you practice in the world

love and serve with an open heart

be grateful for your life, body and the lessons you learn

It is only a short journey

Forgive yourself for all those decisions

gratitude lifts your vibration

all you have is the now moment

stand in the present

Do not fear your future

My books title poem

Lake Erie Calling

The kiss of morning at water’s edge

beguiling dance of sand and sea

seducing me a solemn pledge

my beauty’s deep come play with me

Sunlight shines on silky sand

as the water rolls to shore

the dance, hypnotic, licking land

gentle waves cannot ignore

The lake alive a soul that’s willing

one glacier’s frozen past

left to hold fresh water filling

roams a voice, to help it last

Schools of fish begin to whither

rotting garbage is to blame

do you hear the willow whisper?

its nourishment, Lake Erie came

Ducks in habit crown the lake

upon its shores they build their nests

their young to swim and take a break

while song birds gather, bathe and rest

The deer, the fox, exposed, alluring

fresh water begs them to the shore

nature speaks, we are enduring

save the water we implore!

I want to enter the seductive waterbed

my presence squatting, silent, stalling

instead I teeter at water’s edge

and listen to Lake Erie calling

April is National Poetry Month

Please join me in creating a poem. Take a look at this picture then under comments write your line/s and I will add them to the poem. It will be ongoing until April 30th.



In the wilderness of poetry I stumbled upon a path…

Little signs and whispers directing me as I wonder where my feet will lead me next

The culling starts now!

With intention Evil

I will bring you down

to the depths of hell

not I alone, but my legion

there are many

Great Souls you have met

over the centuries

A plan was contrived

may I remind you

of the coming demise

of you and your Cabal

your choice!

I am not of this world

you are the master whore here!

There is a culling

the reapers scythe is raised

do not be fooled by the wars you win

or the legions you gather

There is another force here

Much Greater!

that cares for balance and justice

the only question is

Are you ready?

Oh, Canada

oh, Canada I have wandered far

time marked in travelling

grounded in muck and mire

coutless paths paved by sole

in all directions

crisscrossing while conjuring my place

breathing just breathing

oh, Canada you have drawn me in

the shape of your rocky cliffs

the crevice between your valleyed breasts

an addict wanting only to climb

and conquer your peaks

oh, Canada you entice my poets eye

sensing and envisioning

your passionate plea for me to look deeper

to surrender

to plant my seed

oh, Canada forgive my loyal ignorance

your Canadian shield is your blanket of peace

your land drowning in deciduous

and coniferous beings

whose vapours like poignant contrails

beg me to enter

Oh, Canada your land is strong and free

my patriot love is possessed by your call

forever I will notice

forever I will stand

forever I am entangled

I plant myself in love to thee

Today

Today I shift

leap

aware

of the Goddess within

Now

is the moment

to let go

as a ripple in perpetual motion

Pushing

creating

to rise up

shape shifting

Law of Divine right action

Today I choose

Love

my thoughts

aware

I create my own world