An Encounter with the Willamette Valley’s Urtica Dioica

Wandering through the thick Willamette brush along the rivers edge

I was looking for a place to cleanse my soul in the spring water

The Urtica Dioica obscured my path as I stumbled down

Entangled, I was left stagnant and swollen with red gashes that burned my flesh

While stuck in the marshy cluster of the creeping stems

The venom injected caused Royal Empowerment

My vision became blurred by previous mistakes

Forming scars from my ongoing Journey of Curiosity

Devoured by the strong vines and healthy leaves

The beautiful greenery disrupted my course

I was hopeful the sting would end as I rested on a rock

But, the Passion of my Addict Mind trusted the plant’s labyrinth

Finding that all too familiar comfort in the Pain endured

I was intrigued by the internal flutter of crawling insects

Untouched by intimate burdens, I felt safe in that maze of weeds

Nestled there, I could not dismiss the unintentional stumble

Quickly I realized I was not poisoned or dying

The sting had no long-term effect

I only wanted my thoughts washed away in Her river

Instead, I was knee deep in that river soothing the burn of the Common Stinging Nettle

Cleansing the infected wounds left behind from the encounter

Mother Nature’s brisk waters washed away the remnants

I released my grip and drifted from the entangled confusion

Only to have a piece of my Life’s Puzzle lodged in his stinging embrace

Two Oppressed Lives in One Privileged Body

This is a piece I wrote over the last few months. With the heartache and pain of The People, and as an universal empath, these words come to me through dreams, visions, travels, conversations, and the unconditional love that has bloomed within me.
~enjoy~

My skin is pale and Privileged White

This Spirit, however, is not …

The wisdom acquired against the fight

Has tighten The Eternal Knot

Intertwined with the fabric of our Ancestors

It’s beyond anything we can touch or see

This body mistreated by The Social Creators

And my spirit endured the waves of The Sea

Unlike the Leusden, my roaming Vessel will stay afloat

This Spirit plummeting deeper than those who have died

Unknown destinations for the course of this one-woman boat

But a Ronin, indeed, I am loyal to those who encouraged my death

No matter where My Spirit travels in the Journey of Life

This body is responsible for the Path of God’s Wonders

My spirit seeks Other’s Pieces that fit to the Puzzle of my Life

And, this body creates the Curves of my Queen’s Wonders

By addressing Topics of Race, I have heard the voice of The People

I’ve learned it’s compassion, respect, and love that the world lacks

Knowing the Truth about Our History is what matters to the people

And strengthening my empathy is how I share the story of “The Blacks”

I walk a Thin Line in a society that labels me a white woman

When I was given a laminated “black card” and the tag name “One Drop”

“The Privileged” listen to me because I am socially accepted by The Man

And I teach with The Strength of the Ancestors who have painted our backdrop

Enacted Desires

This was written during one of the nights I processed through much heartache. This particular piece was produced through the thoughts of how difficult it is to live, and love as an empath. I easily get confused by which thoughts are mine and which aren’t when it gets to this point. I tend to make choices based on these thoughts, but then forgetting I may be acting out of desire, and not fact … Many people tend to leave when this happens …

Many believe that desire is suffrage … I do not agree … If the desire that this poem portrays is considered suffering, I need to come up with another word for suffer because these desires are the very things that motivate me. If it wasn’t for these desires, I wouldn’t move. If it wasn’t for these desires, I wouldn’t change. If I am to believe that desire is a form of suffering, I would then have to believe that my motivation is suffering me too.

*Twitch* does not compute … My point is … Desire, passion, and emotion in general is all that encompasses me. If these things are the things that … For lack of a better phrase … Make me suffer … Ick! Not playing the victim, here … But really, if my entire being is encompassed by the things people consider to be suffering from, I think it’s healthy for me to desire a partner who can ease those emotions. When I find someone who does that, I fall in love, in some kind of way.

I pick up, and recycle energy all the time. I do it by choice, yes! Sometimes When I go to recycle it, funny things happen to me. The personal growth that came with this poem is definitely one of the happiest, funny things since I started recycling energy on a healthier level. Then, sometimes love gets the best of me, and i forget who’s energy is who’s. It sucks when that happens …

But here is one of my poems … Enacted Desires …

The thought of …

… Your bare chest against my back

Leaves me to rest my heavy head on your shoulder

… Your muscular arms wrapped around my body

Leaves me to release my overworked empathic shield into your embrace

… Your strong base grinding against my ass

Leaves me to exhale my exotic words into your ear

… Your sturdy limbs intertwined with my limbs

Leaves me to feel blessed in our web of secrets

The desires of …

… You softly whispering “Hello” in my ear

Leaves me to say “I love you”

… You unknowingly giving sensation to my body

Leaves me to move with approval

… You unexpectedly sharing insight to my soul

Leaves me to smile with enthusiasm

… You continuously releasing energy into my spirit

Leaves me to cry with gratitude

Things are brighter now, because …

… You are my surprise safe place

I wish you knew me

… You are my every desired thought

I pray you hear me

… You are my single worst fear

I trust you love me

… You are my late night dream

I hope you see me

Thank You

My hips move to the hip
Hop of your vibes
My energy cannot be
Created or destroyed
Only changed 

Changed when
You’re near and
When you’re not
I still feel you here
Within me
Changing the inner depths of me
Those depths that
Only you’ve touched

My ocean floors have been
Walked on
The footprints have been
Tattooed in my skin
In my soul
In my mind, body, and spirit 

That five-point star
Now wrapped with
Pieces of the puzzle
Bright colorful
Ties me to the bed frame
Of our labyrinth maze 

Amazing travels over
Ocean floors
You’ve brought me home
Grounding to the depths
Of my love 

Looking over my shoulder
I see me and
I thank you

Keepin’ it real

 

Political systems
Cement walls
Heavy air
It’s difficult to breath

Smelling the old
Is trigging the old
It smells like death
The triggers are like death 

A part of me died
Inside that darkness
Only to transform into light
Reborn is what I’ve become

The hustle on the streets
Is the same money made in the system
It is only taxable
Not stacks on stacks 

It’s systematic
Little boxes
No room
No movement

Bruce Lee said be like water
So, I’m fluid
Leaking through the cracks
Freedom to breath 

I will not stay shackled
Working in the system
That don’t work 

Breaking from it
I will find another way
To paint a world we love
So, when you need my brightness
Just holla 

I’ll be there, waitin
For those who travel in the system
When you’re ready to change it
My passion will be ready in the streets

Together we will find that balance
Between institution and the streets
Together black and white
The free and the proud

Our voice loud
In unison and justice
No titles needed
Because we are of one entity

We the people
The 99%
Nah, fuck that
We keeping it 100
Even in the system

Exposed truth

Preteen girl
Still a child
Taken away
Just a moment
To paradise

Tall grass
Black boy
Blow job
A hot meal

I was hungry
He bought me lunch
He was in high school
I was still only a child

Fairies danced for me
My king moaned for me
It was pleasurable for me
Food was important for me

I was not a child
I was a woman
No!
I was a child
I was not a woman

I am a woman
My child plays
In those same high grasses
Where she was taken away
Taken away to paradise
I was
For a moment

Crush Winery
Monmouth Oregon
April 2014

Chaos & Spirit ~ Who will take the challenge?!

 

I wrote this about a week ago. I’ve been trying to find peace within chaos and it seems to be working. I’m also working on my anger and ego, which has been difficult – but I’m doing better with it. I’m up to three days a week on my punching bag and I’m on day 5 of squats. Once I have a routine with those two things I will add crunches to the regimen. I have lost over 40 lbs since early april and by next april, I wish to lose another 40 lbs. Wish me luck! I’m preparing for what’s to come. I’m trying different ways to calm myself. I’m finding new ways of growing. I’ve dug deep into my past and it’s taught me a lot. I’ve learned many lessons since I started this entire detox and today I am grateful for all of it. The pain, heartache and confusion are, indeed, the things that have made my path clear. Changing our thought process is difficult, and almost feels impossible sometimes. Our habits get the best of us. But, they can change. We can change if we so choose. I will be the woman I wish to be because I’ve taken the challenge ❤

~~~~ Start Poetry ~~~~

Heartache, pain and confusion are the

human form submerged into chaos.

Acceptance is key

when fighting against life’s struggles.

Moments of chaos

turn into peaceful moments.

Those moments

help Spirit become the

prominent force through struggle.

There’s a void in the soul,

almost a painful black hole,

when chaos controls life.

Acceptance is key

when fighting against life’s struggles.

Faith in Spirit is

faith in human form.

Acceptance in human chaos brings

acceptance in peace.

Is there a veil

between Human Chaos

and Spiritual Peace?

Can there be a bridge

to cross?

Is the bridge even noticeable?

From the Human Chaos

grab debris.

From the heartache

gather dirt, rocks and twigs.

From the pain

pick up a the pieces.

From the heartache

find twine.

Take the debris

Take the dirt, rocks and twigs

Take the pieces of your heart

And bind it all with the twine

Clean up those cuts and bruises

Heal the Human Form

by Accepting the Human Chaos.

If the bridge is invisible,

throw all your shit in front of you!

The bridge will become clear

because those pieces you’ve picked up

will, indeed, form a path for you.

Will you take the challenge?

Karma points

getting through The Pain
Brought INSIGHT
admitting The Heartache
Brought EMPOWERMENT
accepting The Change
Brought KNOWLEDGE

Expecting Nothing
brought THE POWER
Giving Love
brought THE COMFORT
Having Faith
brought THE WILLINGNESS

~Karma Points~

Another Quickie – I like quickies, sometimes!

I’m open and receiving

It’s been a roller coaster ride

I let it go and feeling relieved

I’m just flowing with the tide

Every day I’m grateful

Today I’m empowered

Life is beautiful

I am not a coward

Words will not get me down

Life; I’m rockin’

They will act like a clown

I will continue to be shockin’

 

*Many Blessings, my readers – stay focused and rock your life! You’re in control!