I'm into very descriptive poetry that twists meaning into visual language. I have been writing for a while now but it still feels new. I live and grow in Northern California. I am fiercely political and spiritual. I worry more about the state of the world than I do myself. So I do a lot of both.
I use the word Will in my poetry quite often. Will being the emotional body. Both in the individual and as a collective body. Just as Spirit, Heart, Mind and Body can be found in the same vain . The Will being the basis of my spiritual path....or whatever.
Thank you very much for reading my poetry, hopefully I can return the favor.
Unless otherwise noted, all background artwork, was done by me.
And yes I am a Leo.
Peace

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I use the word Will in my poetry quite often. Will being the emotional body. Both in the individual and as a collective body. Just as Spirit, Heart, Mind and Body can be found in the same vain . The Will being the basis of my spiritual path....or whatever.
Thank you very much for reading my poetry, hopefully I can return the favor.
Unless otherwise noted, all background artwork, was done by me.
And yes I am a Leo.

Peace

Watch "911 - Road to tyranny" for free and learn the real truth about the September 11th attacks and the subsequent loss of freedom in America.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JP2YZGskECM
AP Sister - MissStranger - a fellow Lioness
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My Lists
- Confessional
- Darker Side
- Getting Political
- Love:Threw Good Times & Bad
- Old Old Poetry
- Spiritual
- The Way I See It
Poems I'm focused on
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Sometimes I say, "I am going to be,
what I was not previously" -
A divided soul swings with the sway
Dancing inside of all this dissidence -
I am a walking revolution
Effervescence of my evolution,81 lines, 28 comments, September 27, 2008. In Spiritual, Society, Thoughts, Humanity, Life, Inspirational, My own style -
Kiss the snake,
and bribe the baker -
So my soul has splintered into smithereens
Walking my death trail where no one will follow me32 lines, 18 comments, February 7, 2008. In Spiritual -
Seething in this human husk,
that veils the bones of eternity, -
Curiosity, why do you not commence?
Casually roaming the couloir -
Ecclesiastical country,
intrinsically on its knees -
Because we stand in peace, waiting to be heard.
Together we resist, to become, empowered. -
We are not alone.
We are visited.22 lines, 29 comments, March 10, 2007. In Society
My Poetry
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There is the ache in the apple of my chest
Telling me that I'm just like the rest
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Mrs. Moretti on October 20, 2008Neat page!
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MarZ101 : Astonishing!? on October 20, 2008I would just like to thank you for commenting on my poem "Last Dance", I appreciate it. And yet, I've been reading through a few of your pieces, and I got mind boggled on why such an amazing writer would lose time, writing a comment on something I myself have written, surely it isn't as lovely as your own?
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teddybare : good to see another on October 19, 2008SOLDIER OF LIGHT
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Lowell Poe : SHE SHALL RAISE HELL IN PURGATORY on July 2, 2008In the twilight of the Comanche
and the Navajo,
with their peyote dreams,
our count down to their existence
which was on the rise,
had not yet brought her upon us.
When American slave owners
who cried for freedom,
killed their own,
her descendants were
waiting for her arrival.
The daughter of Muhammad,
the bride of Jesus,
the poet laureate,
kin to Elijah,
friend to Lazarus,
the profit of revelations,
the first lady of revolutions,
who would give birth
to the final great struggle,
of our Armageddon,
was yet star dust,
waiting to show us the way.
The damsel who's only distress
was she must wait in the wings
for her turn to come forth.
Out from the glare
of the Sun King she comes.
Throngs of faithful
waiting for her to come forth,
to burn her at the stake,
and steal her scrolls,
to claim as their own,
and attribute her writings
to idols of false Gods,
to serve their own believes.
I tell you now!
Gather her words!
Bring them forth
to your children's children.
She is a disciple of no man,
living or dead.
Her scrolls will take us
to the new order,
her very existence,
that is here and now
and may never return again,
Will lead us
to our new world
of tranquility.

