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99 · Sep 2020
Taste of Time~
Tracey Sep 2020
The car crashed
...the lights made the crackling glass look magical

The blood on my lips
...tasted of you and it was then that I knew

I’d never waste another life moment
... on you and your lies

Instead I’d forever taste the sweetness of my own divinity✨

The magic was tempting but fate jumped in and saved me.
97 · Sep 2020
Walk with Me~
Tracey Sep 2020
It was all the things that healed her soul
...casting the shadows of death to the light
transmuting ages of sorrow into peace

A time of gathering bits and pieces has begun
...releasing fates shadows to the original cast of players
moving with divine grace into each step taken

Walk here into this space of hope and dreams
...dance barefoot in the rain with blind abandonment
breathe in the sweet scent of the earth churned like the soul

Freedom had a price
...and she was penny poor
but here
         in this space
everything is hers

Dare to be...this is moment that defines you~
Tracey Sep 2020
Over the past few years I've realized I spend a lot of time alone. It's not because I have two heads, three teeth and multiple ******* but more so due to the fact that in learning to be alone I am learning to love myself.  All of those small intricate things that make myself unique (as we all are) or even quirky have re-entered my life and it's been fun.

Just getting back to the simple things.  The moments.  Not living in the past with hate, disappointment, anger, longing, sorrow or grief.  Not living in the future with a racing heart and always running towards something that is never guaranteed.  This moment right here...this one is where I'm at.  Living. loving and being in a world where chaos is the 666 trying to bring us all down.  

So today while unpacking one of my boxes I found an old native american blanket of my great grandfathers.  I never use it because it was special.  What the hell?  I took it, packed my wicker basket that I  got from goodwill for three bucks...filled it with a beer and pickles...yep that's how I roll.

I drove out to the highest point of Lake Michigan...(good place to dump bodies I hear) and toasted me.  Toasted my visual heaven that day.  The space between where dreams become real and I feel the love wash over me.  Despite all the haters on this site...I love it here.  Because each of us are unique, quirky, self absorbed and ******* at something.  Love?  well that's one tickle or stroke away so whatever.  I just hide behind my two heads, three teeth and multiple *******... love gone safe.  

So yes.  The beer was opened and tasted like the earthen barley and hops while I toasted the moment...the breath, the blue sky and you~

All on my Great Grandfathers special blanket...we survived.
94 · Sep 2020
Justification~
Tracey Sep 2020
Clearing the air might be nice.

You see in your mind you justify what you did to me by saying "I loved you but wasn't in love with you".

I wish I was evil enough to post the countless times you planned a future with me.
The two of us creating a reality out of our years of dreaming.

Loving you was easy, and loving you is something you can never take from me.
Yet, there are things I won't own anymore. The anger, disappointment and betrayal after you willing shared years of laughter, love and passion.

One thing that the evil side of me enjoys, is the fact that you will never forget my blue eyes looking deep into yours as I swallowed you whole. The first kiss, while you placed my hand on your hard desire,  and then you pulling my ******* off while slamming yourself deep inside my wet walls of desire.  

So justify this all the way that you have too, I know the truth... because it was me that held you together during the worst of it all....

Justification feels empty now doesn't it...?
94 · Sep 2020
The truth Of you~
Tracey Sep 2020
Blame got his hands *****
...yet still clung to the flower

The single flower gave him hope and light
...she loved the smell of the earth

Forgetting all that transpired
...Blame crushed the flower in his hand

Blame was washed clean
...yet his hands are still imprinted with shadows of

The flower was crushed
...in decay she still loves him

He never once crushed her soul~


~It was your choice to leave...so why do you still follow me? To hurt me more?
90 · Sep 2020
Prison Break~
Tracey Sep 2020
Spending most of my life seeking the approval
of others has left me empty...void of, on to many
occasions.
Head in the sand and spiritual *** in the sky left me *****....force fed an illusion of friendship, companionship.
Delicate and broken is now my newly accepted stance in this world.
Maybe I was to raw in a well done society.
Knowing love and hate. Pain and joy. Being the Judge and the ******, . Dark and light.
Just to real for those tripping on their many faces feeding an inner frenzy. And me? I’m laying there like a lizard in the sun.
What you see is what you get...and I’m good with that..
I love me as is...
90 · Sep 2020
Convicted~
Tracey Sep 2020
Those words tore at my flesh
tearing away any last thoughts
lingering in my memory.

You stole from me...

And I never have to forgive that~
89 · Sep 2020
Not my Lie~
Tracey Sep 2020
Being told over and over again that there is freedom in letting go leaves me feeling inept again in life.  
There is a space of void now that sends out a vibration to remind me of all I am not. All that I never was and how most of my love was spent on someone else’s lie.

The shadows still tease me, wanting me too take that leap of death.  But I’m to numb to move.  What do you do when your body is alive and your soul’s essence has been seared?  I can’t go to the Dr.,  I’ve prayed so hard I have a spiritual hernia.  Nothing takes away the ache.  Not one prayer has taken away that moment.
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Why am I invested in a lie?  It never was real so I’ve been told.  Yet those words hold no value to me.  It’s this feeling, deep inside my heart that remembers your soul’s imprint with mine.  I have to choice to live this life now by just standing still.

No one wins.
89 · Sep 2020
Wisdom Keeper~
Tracey Sep 2020
A little girl with the shell of a woman
was brought to her knees  
The wind, rain, sun and moon feasted
upon the fragile skin

From the trees eyes watched
as the spirit inside fought the fear
it was then that a grizzly came forth, teeth bared
foul  breath seared the soul
…and she remained

Feeling paralyzed the night turned to day
with eyes wide open a wolf was spotted
…she dropped her head and took a deep breath
He circled her…growled so deep it vibrated inside her soul
…she remained

A white buffalo walks in her direction
the ground beneath her shakes as each  
hoof hit the earth
…the demand was silence  
Eyes met for what seemed like a lifetime
…she remained

The fear was released…in equal amounts to her life force
Until a man, white in spirit stood tall above her
reaching his hand out, telling her it was time
…she wept, and remained

It was then that she felt the man’s arms around her
placing her up against his chest, warming her
within the confines of his body
filling her spirit back up with light

The strength of that inner child was reborn to her  
that day…all cells became alive again and the heart
beat like a gentle drum.
…she is renamed

Eyes wide open with new sight
she looks over the meadow she had fallen into
thanking Mother for absorbing the fear
and Father spirit for loving her through it all
…she is~the wisdom keeper
86 · Sep 2020
Bravo~
Tracey Sep 2020
There it was the dead air she was waiting for
the time in between lies and *******.
Love in layers like the onion and all that boils
down to is burning stench.
Can’t blame the dream though
since reality holds its own truth.

Light up, take a drag
Fill your glass to the rim
Spill the false bravado to page

And there; is where the painful laughter ends.
86 · Sep 2020
Reflections
Tracey Sep 2020
I'm not the same person I was yesterday let alone, a year ago. That seems to be a lifetime away considering all I've learned, all the lessons that have come my way.

This time has allowed me to go inward, to also be an observer of myself and others. Spiritual stealth mode. What I've come to know and realize within myself is that the judgement of others means nothing to me. I have been their lesson as much as they have been mine. We walk equal on this earth. My soul vibrates and transmits at its own frequency. I am not less than to anyone.  

In my quiet time I have seen the ones that I see as strong and impenetrable become real...vulnerable, fearful, and greedy. All places we have all been. Believe it or not.

So my point is. I love myself and my spirit. I love who I've been scars, wounds and bliss.. I am in this moment right where I am meant to be. As are you. Embrace it, love it, love you. In this moment I choose belief in myself over vulnerability, I am fearless instead of fearful, and I'm taken care of at all times and have no need for greed.

Journey with me. Let's love ourselves together one step at a time, hand in hand...looking forward.
85 · Sep 2020
Spirits Kiss~
Tracey Sep 2020
Feeling life exude through sleeping cells was like
a kiss from the long awaited Prince.

…Awakening sensations that had slept for far too long
It’s time to absorb the magic that has swept through
every crevice over time, once gliding; now taking hold

The veil between heaven and earth is resting inside  
palms ready to cast the spells of immense healing
…hands ***** and heart pure the shadows are lifted to
the skies…be gone…be gone…be gone…  
(it is done) Amen

Survive with the spirit and essence of the holy ones  
that fought so many battles for us, holding true to the divine
…for guidance and survival

Hold the light for them
for you…for us.
Breathe in the magic Goddess, it is time.

— The End —