Don't give me the Truth if it ain't naked
Manipulate your form so your curves exaggerated
Playing on my senses with all this fabrication
Made up glamorising everything but yourself
All I can see is the ******* of a latent beauty unexpressed
And the hollow of that cavity at the center of your chest
Fill it up Love
Rest your eye lids
Be still and look within
Concentrate on your breath
Feel that vibration?
That's the secret sensation of the Self
Dear Goddess
Mother of the Word soothing and nourishing
The echoes of your Womb resonated into Soul
So
Egoistic and foolish
Believing our
Masculine polarity is superior our feminine's
Chaos and not a Cosmos playing falsehood as truth
By Your mercy the veil's lifted and I witness Living Beauty
So
I AM the Sun
The Son of your potency
I shine like ya
With loving devotional service

She wore endurance as a cloak.
Tried ever so sorely and wrongly,
she committed all to the Vindicator.
In her resolute quietness, she spoke volumes.

For her ardent disparagers,
her payback was tireless hours of intercession.
As she stoically embraced undeserved tribulations,
she gained character, wisdom, and tranquility.

Who dares put out the brilliance of a star?
Her sublimity resonates evermore in the
darkest patch of the night.
Though seared with scars,
her stellar virtues are glaring,
illuminating hearts and inspiring minds.

She can’t feign ordinariness,
even if she hides behind her own shadow.
Detached from a frenzied world,
she derived her essence from heavenly fire.

Oh, had they known the fount from whence she drank,
they would not have, in malignity,
ensnared their own souls
in a bid to put out her luminous radiance.
They have murdered sleep through their ignoble gestures.

Behold the star as she abides in the firmaments!
Purified by the trials and tribulations,
she stoically endures and thrives.
The sky may be bespangled with twinkling stars,
but her brilliance stands out in luminary distinction.

Who is this girl that twirls around at twilight
under the crescent moonlight and the fading sun?

With tears running down her face,
she holds an angelic smile upon her face.

What does she see?
What does she hear? and
What does she feel?

Black feathers begin to fall,
circling around the ruffles of her black dress,
landing by her bare-feet.

Who is this girl
and why does she turn at this hour?
What has she gained? and what has she lost?
Only time will tell,

yet here I am feeling found
while being lost in her day-spring eyes.

I feel pretty and soft,
Like a jasmine flower
Blooming with fragrant power,
Feminine and unique,
No two alike in pale white and pink,
Harnessing, absorbing
Sweet summer light,
The rich scent of jasmine
Carried aright,
Weightless and pungent,
Expressively existing.
I feel pretty and soft,
My presence caressing and kissing.

I write poetry
and paint sunsets with those words
I lie on rooftops
until the sky's adorned with birds
I dream with music in my mind
and in colours you haven't heard of
To you,
I am beautiful
I am something different
I will fill the hole in you
your emptiness brimming with laughter
I will lift your feet off the earth and plant them into my heart
but you will keep digging -
trying to unbind my roots
But I am not gentle, as that flower
You cannot like what you see, and pluck me out of the water
I am not what I seem on the surface
I am a flood
and I leave destruction in my wake
I will wash away all the paths you've ever walked on
and I will leave you astray
Wondering
if you'll ever find your way back

keeping your femininity
after you've
weathered unimaginable storms
is a high form
of rebellion.

Mother moon,
In the dark.
Weird, reckless, moody,
With energy that could spark.
Divinity,
Infinity,
Illuminating femininity.
The parts of you,
Hidden from the world,
For fear of harsh words.
Misunderstood.
She's beautiful.
Shes strong and exact,
And necessary.
Shining in the dark,
Lover of the light.

Beneath my skin lies an ocean
into which you swim.
Moonlight shadows
beams of light.
These are my joys and my mothers dreams and tears.
For as I gently soothe your troubled skin
So to ships do I sink
 
Mother and lover, daughter, obedient wife
my wet within me gives and holds life.
We nurture, we love, we strive to do right
But the pain of our ocean beats a heavy drum
Upon our hearts, our thighs.
 
History repeats itself.
Its not simple to relearn.
The bird can only sing its mother father song.
Instinctively we gather, that which we know.
Planets form and then they grow.  
My father didn’t see his mother smile
and I wish I would mine.
  
Wrecks of old ships lie dormant quietly in my bed
When sailors were lost or found.
But amongst the ruins there will one day be life
a new world of corals and forest within which my children will swim
Quietly sitting buried in time 
today will be history and tomorrow we will be loved, safely
for our feminine again.
 
My water, it may sink.
It distorts the song of my eternally loving soul
it drowns those too timid to swim
it rocks the boats that seek fleeting beauty of the shore
it fights those who contain it, force it to take another shape
but within these tides, these rivers of my love
these dangerous depths of deep and dark blues
lives all of my love
for every one of you. 
Just as tears are born from the eyes of laughter.
My oceans are born from the feelings of my love for you.
 
And I wait. For the brave, gentle, scuba diver
to find the treasures hidden amongst the wasteground of the sunken ships

Remember me
The one you didn’t know you needed
All woman, soft tender wet
With curves that made you hard
And drew forth your animal
Remember my ocean
Waters deep you dive into
Liquid sweet to quench you
Remember the fire
That burned my resistance
It burns still
Remember
The Phoenix woman rises
Time and again
She lifts you up
For it is now your time
To shine
Slay those demons that pull you down
Remove distractions and noise
Allow the pressure to reveal facets of greatness you have yet to discover
That I see so clearly
Rise my beloved
Rise
Rumble with your terror, this beast of vulnerability, wrestle that bear to the ground
And emerge victorious
I will be here upon your return
Nourished within myself,
Empowered in my work and my life
Ripe with readiness
To feed your starving
To nourish your weary
To feast on mutual desire
And remind you who you are